Jade furnace incense, red wax tears,

Partial to the painting hall autumn thoughts.

The eyebrows are thin, the temples are cloudy,

The night is long and the pillow is cold.

*

Although Wutong told Little Phoenix that this realm is inseparable, as a wood god, he naturally can't stay here every day to accompany her.

After the little phoenix found out that the sycamore could enter and leave freely, of course she was indignant, and asked the sycamore to let her go many times, but to no avail, so she could only wait for the sycamore to bring the news of the phoenix clan every date.

She often thinks that Lord Mujin is really strange, he didn't respond to confessing to him before, and now he can't bear to himself?

"Sycamore God," the little phoenix blinked, "you don't like me, why do you keep me?" ”

Wutong didn't bother to explain the mess of the god of fire, and because he was not honest, he only said: "It's boring to be alone, and it's pleasant to raise birds." ”

"You lie, you like me."

"God does not deceive." Frank like a disciple.

"I ......" The corners of the little phoenix's eyes turned red, maybe she had been locked up for too long, the pain of the dead was too deep, and the wings were broken too hard, she snorted uncontrollably.

I thought that the little phoenix would be angry and ignore people, but after half a sound, he saw her crying, trembling, desperately suppressing, and finally walked helplessly to the other side of the tree.

Time flies, and the wood god is busy.

The southern tribes are good at war, and in order to prevent the southern human race from killing the declining beast tribes, he reduced the jungle and annihilated the fragrance of flowers.

Extremely tired, when he returned, he was a sycamore, and he would pull the little phoenix to talk about the war outside, and the grass and trees were withered.

Little Phoenix's eyes are always red: "Where have you been?" ”

"South."

"I still know to come back."

"Well, but after that, I'm still leaving."

"Hehe, are you reluctant to me?" The little phoenix smiled brightly.

If you don't go out, you won't go out, she admits it.

Anyway, the sycamore, it's pretty good.

After hesitating again and again, Wutong was quiet, and his confession was so difficult, he was the god of all things, and he was also the most pitiful child who didn't understand human words.

He couldn't say it, his feelings for the little phoenix had changed from the pet left by the fire god to the imprisonment of the slightest liner, as if only here, a place where only he could untie and touch the last phoenix clan in the world was the real peace of mind.

But the little phoenix was stunned.

Are you sure?

You're just, raising a bird?

Since then, she has stopped taking the initiative to talk, and the wood god has lost the reason to speak.

The big world outside turned over, the human race rose, the orcs regressed into wild things, and the wood god was often busy for months without returning.

After all, his friendship with her is only a few months, and it has been slowly fading since the beginning, leaving her to fly by.

*

Sycamore tree, three more rain,

It's hard to leave love.

A leaf, a sound,

The empty step drops to the light.

*

He forgot.

Dragons age, Orcs age, Humans age...... The phoenix will age.

But obviously, the companion of the god of fire will not ...... Isn't the god of fire gone?

Holding her silent, Wutong thought for a long, long time.

A few drops of water fell on the cheeks of the lifeless little phoenix for no reason.

Drops of water flowed from her nose to her cold neck, as if to erase the once pulsating neck veins and solidify her hot blood.

Sycamore frantically wiped the water droplets away.

"Stop!"

Waking up from yesterday's nightmare, Wutong turned his head and saw someone dragging the little beggar to slap him, he was a little panicked, and actually rushed over and overturned the man with a palm.

Passers-by were disturbed, and the person who was overturned had already fainted and was unconscious.

The little beggar who had just escaped from the door was holding on to the sleeve of the sycamore shirt at this moment, terrified of death.

Sycamore picked her up.

She and her have a completely different appearance and figure.

The little phoenix is brave, what does it matter if she wields a sword. The little phoenix is self-respecting, Wutong treats her as a caged bird, she still wants a true love, if she can't ask for it, she won't, she will never ...... Like this beggar, she was full of fear, wishing that people would pity her, and she was so humble that she didn't dare to move in his arms.

It was he who was wrong.

Others asked him: "What did the little beggar do to you?" Who are you?! ”

Sycamore was silent.

There are more and more people watching the excitement, more and more people talking, and their shadows are intertwined, connected, and chewing on each other.

His silence made the little beggar even more frightened, afraid that he would leave her on the spot and let others trample on it.

"She's ......" Wutong looked at the strange beggar in his arms, the former phoenix, "my sister." ”

In the end, I lost my money and the matter was over.

Back at his temporary residence, Wutong said, "I'll give you medicine, you have a lot of bruises." ”

The beggar was stunned, she was very obedient, took off her shirt, because the beggar's clothes were thin, just a light tug, the upper body was clean.

Wutong turned around suddenly, his thin skin was red and thorough, and some of his inner perseverance also fell apart in an instant.

"Put it on."

The beggar puts his clothes back on.

Wutong taught the little beggar how to apply medicine, and after seeing that she was applying her fingers correctly, she nodded, still waiting outside the door.

One-year, two-year, three-year, four-year, five-year......

He taught the little beggar to write, and he taught the little beggar to be honest and moral.

He watched her grow into a slim girl, but her heart was cut inch by inch by a blunt knife.

A little beggar is a little beggar.

Not a little phoenix.

One day, the little beggar wrote a sentence on a piece of paper: "Brother Wutong, why did you buy me?" ”

Somehow, he told the truth: "There used to be a stupid phoenix who lit a fire in my heart, and then I found her, and she was afraid that I would retaliate, so she fled first." ”

The little beggar listened attentively.

"It's a pity that she can't run," Wutong smiled weakly as she stared at the beggar, "who told her to light the fire." One day I met her, and my heart was warm, and I knew that it was her, the silly phoenix, and my silly phoenix. ”

After speaking, Wutong clenched his fists and put them on the table, and said, "Guess what?" ”

The beggar shook his head.

He spread out his hand, and it was a small green fruit.

"Delicious."

The beggar ate it, and the sycamore let her rest.

Following.

The little beggar found a letter, a silver-streaked ticket, and a stack of neat clothes.

Dudu failed to find the sycamore.

The beggar's heart is empty. *

She wanted to shout hoarsely a few times, maybe it would make Brother Wutong soften his heart and take the initiative to come out.

The beggar spoke, but it was an exceptionally crisp voice: "Brother." ”

*

"Brother, why did you leave me behind......"

"When you were twenty years old, I was your brother; When you were thirty years old, I was your brother; When you were forty years old, I was your son; When you were fifty years old, I was your grandson.

Sister, I asked you before if you want to live with your brother in the mountains and forests without others, but unfortunately you like a complicated world. Sycamore replied.

But he knew it was all an excuse.

He loves the bright and bright little phoenix.

Not a timid little beggar.

What a wretched God.

But the little beggar forgave him: "I understand, brother. Let's go. ”

Brother, I understand.

She watched him climb through the window and leave.

Go find your little phoenix.