Next door.

After Xiao Ling washed off the wine, he came out with a towel on his shoulder, and habitually went to the refrigerator to get water to drink.

His fingertips paused at the moment he touched the bottle of mineral water.

The peaches in the fridge have been sitting for days.

The little white velvet dumpling hadn't been seen for more than three months.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and I don't know where its little one is now, and whether it's okay.

I haven't come back for so long, is there something wrong......

He even hung up a post looking for it outside, but there was no response......

Xiao Ling frowned, grabbed the mineral water bottle, and slammed the refrigerator door shut.

Forget it, he's not a virgin, so he's worried about something.

It's still a mess on my side......

As soon as he finished taking a shower, his hair was still damp at the tips and his skin was faintly powdered.

The room was a little stuffy, Xiao Ling opened the balcony door, and the cool air poured into his nose, making him sober up a lot.

He tilted his head slightly, his inky pupils twitching.

A cloud of pure white comes into view.

It lay on a glass table, with a pink blanket underneath, its little paws hanging to its side, the puff pads facing upward, its little tail hanging down from the edge of the table, and its round belly rising and falling with even breathing......

Xiao Ling froze in place for several seconds.

It wasn't until the droplets of condensed water fell from the tips of his hair that the long eyelashes fluttered slightly.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and found that the white velvet dumplings were still there.

Not. It turned out not to be a dream......

He approached lightly and stared at the little fox for a long time.

Then his eyebrows furrowed, and he chuckled and rubbed his fluffy ears.

As if feeling the warmth, its small body turned over, changed its back to its stomach, and the soft and pink meat pad rested on Xiao Ling's hand, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Xiao Ling's eyes gradually softened, he reached out to pick it up, as if he was afraid of waking it up, he even slowed down his steps very slowly, walked all the way to the bedroom, put it on the bed, and covered it with the quilt.

Then he lay down on the other side, staring brightly at the little fox, his thin lips slightly curved.

The orange light warms everything up.

On the big bed, the young man's beautiful and slender fingers held the meat pad of the puff, the side line of his face was gentle and beautiful, he moved forward, gently rested his chin against its head, and the ink eyes that sprinkled thousands of stars were glowing with glazed brilliance, blinked lightly, and then closed with satisfaction.

It didn't take long for the boy to breathe steadily and fall into a deep sleep.

He had a dream.

In the dream, he no longer carried a lot of things, and he was overwhelmed; He is no longer in the bustling city, forced by others, to stand on the highest point in everything, to become the first.

In the dream, it is the blue sky and white clouds, the cicadas and the birds.

He lay in a flourishing peach forest, pink petals falling in the air, and the fragrance of delicate flowers filled the air.

Peach blossoms in March, two people and one horse, the end of tomorrow.

Crisp and melodious laughter echoed in his ears, and a piece of fiery red clothes crossed in front of him, bright and moving.

The long hair flutters in the wind and glows silvery white in the daylight.

Xiao Ling tilted his head, wanting to see more clearly.

But the more he tried to see it, the more blurred the shadow became.

"Every year, I will bury a jar of peach blossom brew here for ten years, waiting for you to drink."

The sound kept echoing in his ears, and the figure faded away, and he ran to chase after it, reaching out to grab the flying fiery red robe.