Since Su Su came back, Gu Xiuyuan cleaned up a secluded hall in the southwest corner and gave it to Xiao Xian and his wife. Mu Zisu sorted out Xiao Xian's previous clothes and handed them to Su Su's mother. The scene at that time was very similar to the scene when she was expelled from Danfeng Academy many years ago.

Mu Zisu gave the burden to Su Su in a trance, but his hand kept dragging the burden.

"Gluttony, what's wrong with you? Let it go. ”

Mu Zisu suddenly came back to his senses and let go of his hand.

yes, it's time to let go.

Everyone couldn't imagine that Mu Zisu, the little white-eyed wolf who had snubbed and disliked Xiao Xian, who deceived his teacher and destroyed his ancestors, couldn't accept the fact that his master was resurrected. It's not that she can't accept it from the bottom of her heart, but she can't believe it physically and mentally, and she looks in a trance all day long.

Green moss pavilion, fragrant dust condensation.

Now Mu Zisu understands that the torture of missing a person is ten thousand times more painful than losing strength.

She misses Xiao Xian so much......

So she would quietly hide in the grass and look at the plain white figure in the distance. In the autumn light, he is still the peerless elegance in her memory. He tells stories to children and makes snacks with heartbreaking gentleness.

In the past, whether she was talking about many interesting things in the sect or confiding in his heart, he was smiling and listening carefully. And now, she could no longer run over to him, take his hand, and burrow into his arms as she had done before.

Now that he sees so many people around him, he, the person who always makes him sad, should stay away.

The next day, she sent her to the southwest corner of the temple. There was no one on the deck chair, and she looked up to see that Xiao Xian was catching butterflies in the tree.

She subconsciously leaped over, dragged Xiao Xian down from the tree, and helped him land smoothly. She looked at the jar full of butterflies in his arms and said angrily, "Master!! How many times have I said, don't do such dangerous things for me anymore, what if it hurts you, I've been-"

Xiao Xian turned around with the butterfly jar, walked to Su Su Shi Niang and opened the jar, and the butterflies rushed out.

"Isn't it pretty?"

Mu Zisu: ......

Su Su lowered her head, her cheeks were blushing, and her eyes were misty, "It's good-looking, I haven't seen you for decades, you still remember that I like ......"

- It turns out that he always catches butterflies for himself because his wife likes it. Hehe.

Xiao Xian shook his head and said, "It's Su Su who looks good." ”

Su Su scolded him on the arm shyly, "You hate it, it's all old husbands and wives, and your mouth is still so out of tune." ”

Mu Zisu: ......

Awkward, embarrassing with a capital letter.

Mu Zisu, who was left to dry, was thinking about how to find herself under the stairs.

She was just about to slip away on tiptoe, but Su Su stopped her.

"Gluttony, you're there too."

Mu Zisu shook as if he was being struck by electricity, then turned around and squeezed out a smile and said, "Huh? Hehe, yes, I'm ...... Just passing by. Pass by. ”

Mu Zisu scolded herself in her heart - this sentence is not convincing!

She smiled, glanced and turned around, looking at her Xiao Xian.

He looked at himself, just like he did to Tangyuan, Feng Yasong, and Gu Xiuyuan, kind, but he had a deep sense of alienation. Especially after Shi Niang came back, she even felt that he had a very soft and irresistible majesty.

I will look to him.

Now he is no longer the master who always clings to himself to hug back then. Mu Zisu suddenly felt that he was very strange.