It wasn't until the two of them got up from the lawn that Changli picked up a fallen leaf on the head of the sycamore and asked, "Since you came back from the heavenly prison three hundred years ago, you have a faint fragrance on your body, what's going on?" It smells like roses. ”

"You mean the scent of me," Sycamore said, conjuring up an object, which was the rose that the Fairy had given to Sycamore in the prison.

Changli took the rose and said, "It's really a rose... Who gave you this rose? ”

Wutong said honestly: "This rose was given to me by Sister Bang, Sister Bang is the rose fairy of the flower world, and she looks beautiful!" She also took care of me in the prison and groomed me. Because I envied her with a strange fragrance, my sister gave me this rose. ”

"I see." Changli knew the reason, and thought of what Wutong had just said, so he coughed and said, "From today onwards, I will move next door to you to sleep, and if there is anything, just knock on the door next door." After Changli finished speaking, he didn't give Wutong a chance to refuse, and pulled her towards the dormitory.

Back in the dormitory, Changli put all his things in his sleeve, turned around and went to the next door. Only Wutong was left alone in the house in a daze.

It wasn't until it was dark that the sycamore put out the candle and went to bed and lay down, although he lay down, he couldn't sleep, and so did Changli in the other room.

In the second half of the night, Wutong couldn't stand it anymore, she rolled up her quilt and went out of the house, knocked on the door of Changli next door, and asked in a whisper, "Brother Changli, have you slept?" ”

Changli hadn't slept yet, and when he heard Wutong come to ask him, he hurriedly replied, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Wutong pitifully hugged the quilt through the door and said, "Brother Changli, I can't sleep...."

At this time, Changli had already gotten out of bed, and he walked to the door and said, "I can't sleep and count the stars...."

Wutong said aggrievedly: "However, I have counted the stars for a long time, and even the twenty-eight stars have been counted, but I still can't sleep.... Brother Changli, you can sleep with me..... Isn't it good.... You've slept with me since I was a child...."

Changli sighed after hearing this, leaned on the door for a long time, and then opened the door, he saw Wutong holding the quilt, standing at the door with bare feet and shivering, and his face instantly became gloomy.

He grabbed Wutong's arm and pulled Wutong in, and said sharply: "Since you know that your physique is cold, don't stand outside stupidly, I don't know if your body can't stand the cold..." He planted the Vermilion Bird fire in the charcoal basin, and took Wutong's cold hand to sit on the bed, and then brought the charcoal basin closer to him and said, "Can't you put on all your shoes and socks when you come to me?" Since you were a child, you can't stand the cold, and you don't know why you still don't pay attention to it. ”

Wutong rubbed his hands while listening to Changli's reprimand, and didn't say a word. Changli saw that Wutong didn't speak, thinking that he was a little harsh and scared Wutong. Then he softened his voice and asked, "Is it still cold?" ”

Wutong shook his head and said, "It's not cold." ”

"Remember not to be so reckless in the future, save yourself from sin." Changli said as he covered the Wutong with a quilt.

But Wutong tightly pulled Changli's sleeve and didn't let go, Changli sat on the edge of the bed and put Wutong's hand in the quilt and said, "I'm not leaving, I'm guarding you here, you go to sleep quickly." ”

Seeing that Changli agreed, Wutong put his heart at ease. There was a red bird fire, the room gradually warmed up, and there was a long separation, and the sycamore soon fell asleep. Seeing that Wutong was asleep, Changli tugged the corners of the quilt for Wutong, and then meditated cross-legged by the bed and practiced.