It suddenly rained on the originally sunny day, and even the air was filled with a faint smell of smoke and rain, and there was an inexplicable trace of sadness.

The young man in white sat alone in the gazebo, his pale and transparent face rippling with a melancholy that did not belong to his age.

"Evil!" A familiar voice came from behind, and the young man Mo Ye's body was obviously stunned, but he didn't look back.

Shi He looked at his emaciated back, and there was a layer of pity in his cold eyes that could not be concealed.

Nodding at the ghost uncle behind him, he said in a cold voice with an expressionless face, "You go down first!" ”

Hearing his words, Uncle Ghost glanced at Mo Ye uneasily, opened his mouth to speak, and stopped, not knowing whether to return or not.

As if seeing his concern, Shi He's brows slowly furrowed, "Don't worry, I will take care of the evil child." ”

looked at him, and then at Mo Ye, a touch of helplessness crossed Uncle Ghost's old face, sighed lightly, and turned to leave.

Seeing his figure disappear into the rain, Shi He turned to look at Mo Ye, and his eyes instantly softened, "Evil!" ”

The familiar voice echoed in his ears, and Mo Ye's body stiffened, but he didn't even turn his head back, "Hasn't the Ninth Master woken up yet?" ”

Half-loud, a faint helpless sigh sounded above his head, "Evil child, I ......"

"I'm tired!" interrupted him, rocked his wheelchair past him, and was stopped by him when he passed by.

Shi He looked down at his childish face, trying to see something in his eyes, but it was still fog except fog.

In addition to the extra blood-colored tear moles in the corners of his eyes, and Jiujiu was almost carved out of a mill, he couldn't help but sigh softly:

"Evil child, how can you forgive me?"

The azure eyes flickered slightly, but Mo Xie didn't answer his words, and left him in a wheelchair.

The rain was falling sparsely, as if it was endless, giving people an inexplicable sense of depression.

Shi He stood under the eaves, watching his figure go away, his delicate face full of loneliness.

Looking up at the gloomy sky, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, she opened her mouth, and finally chose to be silent.

Su Mubai stood not far away, holding an umbrella, just looking at him from a distance, and did not come closer.

In the dim light, he was wearing a casual black tracksuit, and the whole person blended into the rain.

In an instant, all the scenery became his background, and the whole world was only a young man, who was left behind.

Seeming to notice his existence, Shi He was slightly stunned when he turned around and saw him, and then frowned, "Why don't you rest so late?" ”

"Can't sleep!" Now that it has been discovered, Su Mubai simply took the umbrella and walked into the pavilion.

Shi He looked at him and couldn't help but sigh lightly, "The injuries on your body are not completely healed, it's best not to touch the water!" ”

Stretching out his hand and gently patting the rain on his body, Su Mubai was still expressionless, "I'm here to give you an umbrella uncle." ”

Looking at his empty hands, Shi He raised his eyebrows slightly, "Send an umbrella, what about the umbrella, why didn't I see it?" ”

Faced with the banter in his eyes, Su Mubai didn't feel any embarrassment, and handed him his umbrella without saying a word.

"I found this umbrella after looking for a long time, if Uncle Shi doesn't dislike it, he will use it!"

Shi He looked at him, in addition to being surprised, but more helpless, it was nothing more than talking nonsense with his eyes open.

Sure enough, those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black, and they have been with Jiujiu for a long time, and no matter how simple they are, they can't help but be imperceptible.

Looking at the faded scars on his face, a touch of warmth flashed in Shi He's eyes, "If you can't sleep, just walk with me!" ”

In the wind and rain, the ground was full of Yingying, an umbrella, two people, relatively speechless, for a long time, Shihe suddenly sighed softly.

"Mu Bai, if you have time to go back and see the old bald donkey, he has always been thinking about you!"

Su Mubai raised his head and looked at him with a puzzled expression, something flashed in the depths of his eyes, so fast that it was not easy to be noticed.

Turning to look at him, Shi He's beautiful eyes were full of faint sorrow, "I chose you back then, I think he regretted it, but you can't buy regret medicine in this world!" ”

Jiujiu was woken up by his stomach, and his eyes flashed slightly when he looked at the familiar and almost unfamiliar room in front of him.

There is no change in the furnishings in the room, and all the qiē seems to stay in memory.

He sighed lightly, rubbed his swollen and aching brows, reached out and opened the door and walked out.

It was late at night, it was still raining outside, Jiujiu originally wanted to go to the kitchen to find something to feed his stomach, but he inadvertently saw the familiar figure outside the window.

In the mist and rain, Mo Ye shook the wheelchair and moved with difficulty, the ground was too slippery, the wheelchair was crooked, and the whole person fell to the ground.

The umbrella in his hand fell aside, and Mo Ye struggled to get up, but he failed again and again.

The rain mixed with the dirt, leaving a shocking mark on his moon-white robes.

The rain in the sky suddenly stopped, and in the next second, there were already more hands on his arms, and the familiar smell spread in his nose.

"Ninth Master!"

Mo Xie raised his head blankly, at this time, he was no longer as cold as usual, like a child, dazed and at a loss.

The white face was stained with mud, and the azure eyes were like the smoke and rain at this time, hazy but mysterious.

Jiujiu took in his dazedness and panic, his heart throbbed fiercely, and he squatted in front of him in silence.

Carefully helped him up, gently wiped the dirt from his face with his sleeve, and never said a word.

Mo Ye was very quiet, letting her wipe it for herself, with a hint of confusion, a hint of surprise, and a little uneasiness on her face.

The palms of his hands were probably from the fall just now, and the skin was scratched, and the blood mixed with the dirt stained his clothes red, which was particularly shocking.

Jiujiu frowned, his subordinates became more and more gentle, bowed his head to help him deal with his wounds, and finally couldn't help but open his mouth and scold.

"You don't sleep so late, what are you running around in such a heavy rain, you see, now you're injured, you know it hurts!"

"I don't hurt!" Mo Ye raised his head, his eyes were confused, but he answered her seriously.

Jiujiu's heart tingled slightly, and he exerted his strength, and sure enough, he gasped and reprimanded distressedly:

"You kid, you always like to come strongly!"

"I just don't want people to think I'm useless!" Unexpectedly, Mo Ye actually explained.

The azure smoke and rain eyes flashed with the most dazzling starlight, but it was a pity that they were covered with a faint layer of smoke and rain.

Bandaging the wound on his hand with a clean handkerchief, Jiujiu raised his head and crashed into a deep pool.

"Why is it so good to me?" Mo Ye looked at her, obviously she couldn't see anything, but she couldn't be ignored. (To be continued.) )