Zhao Yiheng took out the rosewood comb, and stroked the delicately carved plum blossoms on it without a trace, saying that this comb is really of great significance to him, when he took Mu Mingshu's comb as a token of love, he always carried it on his body, but he didn't want to find Mu Mingshu again because of this many years later.

He specially combed the rosewood and said with a smile: "The word bright moon is also engraved on it, and I guess it must be its name." ”

Mu Mingshu recognized this comb at a glance, she escaped from there, and brought a few things that were changed with others at the end of her relationship, but this comb she has always protected well, but in the end, it fell off with the only set of clothes more than ten days ago.

Seeing the purple tassels of the comb swaying in front of her eyes, Mu Mingshu didn't think about it, she reached out and snatched it from Zhao Yiheng's hand, protected it in her arms like a baby in her heart, rubbing the lines on her head, and a feeling of loss and recovery moved her to almost tears.

"Where did you get this comb?" Mu Mingshu remembered that this comb was abandoned in order to escape when he met that madman last time, how could it fall on this Zhao Wu now?

Zhao Yiheng forcibly withdrew the comb from Mu Mingshu's hand: "I borrowed it from my master." He grinned and put the comb into his arms again in Mu Mingshu's anxious gaze: "What? Do you like this comb too? ”

Mu Mingshu nodded, but he was afraid that Zhao Yiheng would not be able to see it, and opened his mouth and said, "This was originally my thing." And he said, "Can't you give it back to me?" ”

"How's that going to work?" Zhao Yiheng's baby was protecting the rosewood comb in his arms, and his face was full of vigilance: "Although this thing is not worth a few dollars, it is especially worthy of the eyes of the master, and the master finally borrowed it, how can it be said that it is easy to give it away." ”

After a while, he said again: "Besides, although this comb is not mine, you can't say that it is yours because it looks good, aren't you a robber." ”

Mu Mingshu was so anxious that his eyes were red: "This is mine, the sixteen plum blossoms engraved on it, and the word bright moon on the back, and the ears are purple." ”

Sixteen delicate plum blossoms, Zhao Yiheng still remembers that when he got this comb that year, Mu Mingshu was a little more than sixteen years old, and the time when the flowers bloomed was like yesterday.

Zhao Yiheng pretended to turn his head and look at the comb carefully, but he looked like he didn't believe Mu Mingshu: "What you said doesn't count, but this comb was snatched into your arms, maybe it was remembered in your heart." ”

"You" Mu Mingshu was so angry that his teeth itched, but he couldn't do anything with Zhao Yiheng, so he only said: "Tell me, what kind of conditions do you need to return this comb to me." ”

Zhao Yiheng stared at Mu Mingshu for a while, and then took the rosewood comb to his eyes to look at it, and asked her a little strangely: "It's just a comb, and it's not worth a lot of money, why do you care so much?" ”

Why? Mu Mingshu pursed her lips and didn't speak, she didn't know what to do, maybe it was because this comb had followed her for a long time and had developed emotions.

Seeing that Mu Mingshu didn't speak, Zhao Yiheng raised his phoenix eyes, put the comb into his arms, and said improperly: "Master, this comb is to be left for my sweetheart." ”

Mu Mingshu's eyes widened and he couldn't wait to swallow Zhao Yiheng alive, and scolded Wang Balamb in his heart, but he couldn't take him, so he had to stare at him with hatred, thinking in his heart that he would have to stay by his side for a few months, and then he would find an opportunity to steal it.

Zhao Yiheng has lived with her for several years, and he knows who she is, and he knows what she is thinking when his eyes roll.

He smiled, but he didn't say this, he just took her around in the forest, and he didn't know how long he walked, and then the stupid Mu Mingshu felt that something was wrong, and pulled him and asked, "Are you going the wrong way?" Why have you been going around in circles? ”

"Really?" Zhao Yiheng didn't care, but when she said this, it seemed that this was really the case. However, he didn't know any way out of the city, and it was just nonsense, which made Mu Mingshu see the flaws, and he didn't feel embarrassed, he just pretended to be panicked and hurriedly hugged Mu Mingshu's little arm, and said in fear: "Yes, it shouldn't be a ghost hitting the wall, right?" ”

Mu Mingshu frowned, and subconsciously wanted to push Zhao Yiheng away, but only then did he raise his hand and listen to him again: "You said that you want to protect the master, I, I, tell you, this, there are many dead people in this forest, this is when they come out, you, you also have to protect the master." ”

Mu Mingshu put down his hand and scolded in disgust: "It's useless." She still thinks that this person looks like a reliable person, but it turns out that he is still a bad seed.

Zhao Yiheng didn't get annoyed when she scolded her, he only grabbed Mu Mingshu's arm tightly and stuck to her inch by inch, so that Mu Mingshu didn't break free when he struggled.

Mu Mingshu wanted to pull a strip of cloth from his body to make a mark, but his eyes turned and he had an idea on Zhao Yiheng, and the dagger that flashed with cold light frightened Zhao Yiheng when it came out, seeing that Mu Mingshu cut the clothes on his body in several places, he just chirped and shouted crookedly: "Hey, hey, what are you doing, the master is still blue and white"

"I don't mind doing anything in this wilderness, but I definitely don't want to do anything with a man, hey"

Mu Mingshu quickly pulled out two pieces of cloth, his face was full of disgust, his eyes were full of disdain, and after thinking about it, he couldn't help but scold: "Stinky and shameless"

"You, you, you, you dare to talk to the master like this, be careful, be careful" Zhao Yiheng pretended to be angry and ruined on his face, and couldn't help laughing in his heart, this Mu Mingshu is the only one in the world, and no one can replace him.

"What are you, just like you, give it to Uncle Ben, and Uncle Ben still dislikes whether he is sick or not." Mu Mingshu snorted coldly, hung a strip of cloth on the branch with both hands, and then walked with his feelings.

Zhao Yiheng wanted to be angry, but when he saw Mu Mingshu walking farther and farther, he couldn't help but shudder, and stepped forward to hug her arm and didn't let go.

Mu Mingshu didn't push him at this time, knowing that he was a guts bastard, and he smiled a little proudly.

The two walked next to each other again, and Mu Mingshu deliberately picked the road that he had not walked before, but he didn't want to return to the original place in the end.

She glanced at Zhao Yiheng a little dejectedly: "I'm afraid I won't be able to get out today." She didn't expect that there were so many ways in this forest, but fortunately she didn't break into it alone, otherwise she didn't know how she died.

"Otherwise, let's spend the night here, and those things will go back when it's dawn." Zhao Yiheng shrunk his head and tail and leaned on Mu Mingshu, looking very scared, but in fact, he couldn't move Kai Yiyi.

Mu Mingshu didn't know if it was those things that were causing the trouble, but it was an ironclad thing that she couldn't get out this time, and she couldn't do it in a hurry, so she had to nod her head.

Although it is early summer now, the forest is still slightly cool at night, Mu Mingshu felt uncomfortable with cold around him when he sat against the big tree, Zhao Yiheng also rubbed his hands, stood up and went to find some firewood to ignite.

The bonfire was lit, and the warmth spread all over Mu Mingshu's body, she leaned against the big tree and looked at Zhao Yiheng's busy appearance, and suddenly smiled: "Why aren't you afraid of this?" ”

"Didn't you say you'd protect me?" Zhao Yiheng didn't even reply, but Mu Mingshu blushed all of a sudden, originally this was nothing, but she felt that there was an unspeakable ambiguity.

Zhao Yiheng didn't look back, just added firewood, and threw a piece of soothing incense into the fire without a trace, he knew that Mu Mingshu had been running for his life these days, and he must not have slept well, and now he just wanted her to rest in his arms.

The world is collapsing, and he is still holding on.

Mu Mingshu, who didn't feel abnormal, felt sleepy after a while, she yawned, but she was tired enough to run this trip today, since she was sleepy this time, it was good to take a rest, just Ming'er had the spirit to go out of the city.

She still remembered where she was going to go when she left the city tomorrow, but she fell asleep before she could even think about it.

Zhao Yiheng sat beside her, stared at her restless sleeping face for a while, and somehow burst into tears. The despair and loneliness that had been tormented this year were all vented at this moment.

He held Mu Mingshu in his arms, his smooth chin against her forehead, and let the tears hit her face in large pieces, crying like a child.

"I, I thought that in this life, I would never see you again, I thought that I would lose you forever in this life like in my previous life" He muttered in a low voice, trembling slightly, at this moment he is not the king who is strategizing from above, just an ordinary child who cries with joy because of the loss and recovery.

God knows how much he wanted to hold her in his arms the moment he saw Mu Mingshu today, and wanted to tell her: I'm late, I will never let you go through these hardships again, and I will never be separated from you again.

But those words lingered in her mouth a few times and then swallowed back into her stomach, those words were just beautiful honey, if it wasn't useless at the beginning, how could she lose her young son and make people calculate and wander away for a whole year.

Mu Mingshu felt that her face was wet and uncomfortable, but she couldn't open her heavy eyelids, frowned and muttered dissatisfiedly, but she couldn't help but drill into Zhao Yiheng's wide chest, and then fell asleep again after finding a comfortable position.

Zhao Yiheng wiped away his tears and hugged her tighter and tighter, the hand that held the pen all day and all night gently stroked her cheeks, the familiar eyebrows and eyes were already deeply rooted in his mind, and he didn't have to think about it to know that she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

He bowed his head slightly and kissed Mu Mingshu lightly on the forehead: "Mingshu, let's go home all the way." ”