When the morning sun shines into the cave, Xiao'er feels warm all around, as if she is in a modern warm quilt, last night was another good night's sleep, and she slowly opened her eyes comfortably. But he found that he was like a kitten, lying in Yueyou's arms, his hands hooked his neck, and the two of them were entangled in each other's breathing, at this time, they looked like a newlywed couple, very sweet.

Thinking of this, Xiao'er's face turned slightly red, and her breathing became cautious. The corners of his mouth unconsciously curved slightly, and he slowly closed his eyes and continued to sleep. When I was with Miya in my mind, I woke up like this, and I met again, and I opened my eyes suddenly.

The comfort of his heart was occupied by sorrow, and no matter how much this man resembled him, he was not, and looked at him with empty eyes, until his long eyelashes trembled, and he closed his eyes suddenly, hiding the fact that he had woken up, and looked like he was still asleep.

I only felt Yueyou's hand gently caress her face, and then sighed slightly: "Xiao'er, good morning." ”

This morning greeting made Xiao'er's heart jump violently, did he notice that she had woken up? Or is it just to learn from her greetings to him every morning and evening? I was hesitating whether to open my eyes or continue to pretend to be asleep.

He let go of his smile softly, covered her with hay, and turned out of the cave.

Hearing Yueyou's footsteps, Xiao'er slowly opened his eyes and looked at his back that disappeared immediately at the entrance of the cave, could it be that he greeted himself like this every day when she was asleep?

The corners of Xiao'er's mouth curled slightly, and she suddenly felt warm in her heart, thinking about the scene when she said good morning and good night to Yueyou for the first time:

Xiao'er woke up early that day, but she didn't bother to get up, and Yueyou didn't wake up because her body was completely recovered, so she turned sideways to look at Yueyou, looking at it, just like to see Yueyou's face under the mask.

Speaking of which, she herself was stupid, in the days when Yueyou was unconscious, let her cut him with a thousand knives, he wouldn't say a word, let alone take off the mask for such a small thing.

Xiao'er sighed slightly, but now it's such a small thing, but she can't open her mouth. remembered the scene in the Yuexuan Courtyard, preparing to take off his mask, was it because he had imagined that the face he took off was the face of the night? But how could he be? Is the current self afraid that he will not take off the mask, or is he afraid that he will be disappointed when he sees his face under the mask?

Xiao'er sighed again, it was better to muster up the courage to take a look, yes or no, don't waste time and feelings between hesitation, and get up cautiously, lean over slowly, reach out and gently put her hand on his mask, take a deep breath, and was about to raise it, but met his open eyes, and made her movements, stagnant in place, motionless.

They didn't speak to each other, their eyes were on each other, and the smile was also in his eyes, as if they saw expectation, expectation? Why was he looking at her like that? What do you expect from her?

looked more closely, but saw that there seemed to be a trace of pain and entanglement in his eyes, which made Xiao'er feel as if she had done something wrong for a while, and slowly withdrew her hand, reluctantly pulled the corners of her mouth, and smiled awkwardly: "Good morning." ”

Yueyou's eyes were a little puzzled: "Good morning? ”

Xiao'er looked at Yueyou with a weak heart and smiled: "Yes, good morning, good morning, there is a distant country, between them, the moment they wake up in the morning, greetings to each other." You should do the same to me. ”

Yueyou's face was slightly red, don't look at the smile, although his voice was low, but he said softly: "Good morning." ”

When Xiao'er heard this, she couldn't help but feel a little proud when she thought of the greetings of a modern person who was popularized by her in ancient times, and smiled happily: "And in their country, between people, before going to bed at night, the greeting to each other is good night." You follow me along. ”

Yueyou pursed her mouth tightly, and after a while, her mouth was still in a low and soft voice: "Good night." ”

When Xiao'er heard this, her heart couldn't help but beat quickly, and she hurriedly turned around, sat up, looked at the fire that was extinguished early last night, and her heart gradually became calm, slowly, but a little sad, and said lightly: "I have always hoped to meet someone who can say good morning to me every day when I wake up." Before going to bed, say goodnight to me again, if you can say that to me for the rest of your life, will I be really happy? But I still haven't met anyone like that. ”

Xiao'er's eyes slowly emptied, and his mind was full of modern memories: "Some people say that sometimes they have to accept their fate, because one day God even if he delivers the best things to people, but if he doesn't know how to cherish and grasp them, he still can't keep them." ”

"Fate makes each other meet, but they miss each other, just because they forget that they still need to keep it with their hearts. It's just that if it is fate that belongs to you, you will not leave lightly. Thinking about it this way, wouldn't it be too stupid to believe in fate. ”

So should you believe in your fate? And is my life good or bad? I seem to have lost a lot of light, lost a lot, is luck really lost? Can I still be "happy?"

Yueyou looked at Xiao'er's lonely back, even if there were a thousand words in his heart, they finally turned into ellipses, and his character was still too few words after all. He couldn't help but get up, slowly stretched out his arms, and was about to hug her little person in his arms, shielding him from all the wind and frost and jade dew, so as not to startle her, avoid her suffering, and avoid her unhappy feelings.

But he was still controlled by his reason, his arm was withdrawn with difficulty, his eyes looked at her back painfully and tangled, and he was about to open his mouth to comfort, but he heard the voice of laughter come again: "No wonder my brother always says that people are not as good as their lives." And I wish I was good for my life, not for people. Because there are too many good people in this world who are unhappy to live, and too many bad people who want to be happy on earth. ”

Xiao'er turned around slowly, looked at Yueyou and said jokingly: "Hearing this, do you think that my heart is good and bad, and I would rather be a bad person than live this life." ”

Yueyou shook his head: "Xiao'er has never had a bad heart, but in fact, she is very soft-hearted." ”

Xiao'er lowered her head slightly and looked away from him: "My mother also said this, saying that although I have a bad temper, I have a good heart, and sometimes I even have a soft heart, and I have wronged myself." ”

Xiao'er looked up at Yueyou with some embarrassment: "At that time, I was still thinking about my mother, why did I say it so well, she"

Xiao'er's voice slowly faded: "Do you really understand her daughter?" The heart slowly became sad, his eyes slowly became lonely, tears slowly overflowed his eyes, and his voice was a little choked: "I don't know if they are doing now?" I'm not there for them, is it sad because of me, is it because I'm depressed all day? ”

A tear fell on Xiao'er's knee like a thread, and then drop after drop, slowly soaking her clothes, and her body slowly trembled because of crying, looking so lonely and helpless, only felt a pair of strong arms from the back, hugged her in her arms, and there was a warm and rapid breathing sound in her ears, and it took a long time to hear the soft and pitiful voice: "Xiao'er, if you are homesick, will I take you home?" ”