"She's not a normal human ............," Mu Kuyan muttered

The eight claws of the slag roamed around on Mu Kuyan's arms.

Then he climbed to the back of Mu Kuyan's neck and waited: "Master, your skin is so delicate, this neck is like a swan, it's a pity not to pull out two fire cups." ”

boasting and boasting, the slag is off track.

"......" Mu Kuyan twisted up the slag, and with a slight swing of his arm, he threw it out.

"Snap".

The slag hit the wall.

Finally, he slipped down and lay on the floor on all fours, with a helpless face: "Master, you have to be nice to me, because the better you are to me, the luckier you are." ”

"There are no mosquitoes in winter." Mu Kuyan said coldly.

The slag turned over sharply and quickly climbed onto the bed, but this time he didn't get close to Mu Kuyan, and only said from a distance: "I know, so master, you have to be kind to me and let me have a warm winter." ”

"There are no mosquitoes in winter."

Slag removal: "...... Good. ”

……

Same Christmas Eve.

In the distant Mudu.

The huge Ruiying White House is located in the center of Mudu.

In the winter of Mudu, it either does not snow, or only the heaviest snow falls.

This year, the snow in Mudu has not yet begun to fall.

But the cold wind was colder and more biting than the snow.

I saw that on the palace wall of the Ruiying White House, there was a slender figure, he was wearing a deep sea blue tweed military hat, and he was wearing an officer hat belonging to the rank of major general on his head.

Under the height of the army, he was dressed in a straight military uniform, and his bearing was so cold that he melted into the night.

He stood there silently, letting the cold wind blow and slamming his face, still motionless.

There is no watch on the wrist, no mobile phone on the body, and there is no time indicator around.

And he only needs to rely on the direction and level of the wind blowing to know the time accurately.

His eye sockets are very deep, the tails of his eyes are slightly raised, the lines of his jawline are particularly sharp, and his entire facial features are like an ice sculpture being cut out one by one.

For a long time, he looked up at the sky.

There was silence and darkness.

Until a long time passed, his affectionate lips opened slightly, and spit out four words:

"Happy birthday."

Just four simple words.

This was the first and only sentence he said when he stood on the palace wall for a long time.

It's as if standing here for so long, just to say this, that's all.

Nothing else, everything has nothing to do with him.

In the distance, the patrolling guards thought that the major general would go back after standing for a while, but he stood here quietly, maintaining this motionless posture, and stood stiffly all night.

……

Time flies.

A month has passed.

For Mu Kuyan, this long month is longer than a year, because she has never looked forward to the return of Mingyu.

From the beginning of the expectation, to the patient waiting, and now, the city in her heart seems to be empty.

Inside Wanzhou School.

The teacher explained some of the trivialities of the final exam, and chattered a few words when he was not at ease, and then he was not at ease, and then chattered, and finally it was almost over, and then the school was announced.

"Hey White Lotus, how many people do you think Lao Tzu can get in this final exam?" Nan Xiaoxiao touched Mu Kuyan's arm with her arm with joy, and laughed with a thief.

Mu Kuyan faintly replied: "In the top ten." ”