This "brother" is so familiar, Yuan Jingsheng's heart suddenly spasmed, thinking of the little boy who was rescued more than ten years ago, with white skin and big eyes, lips like bright and moist petals, and his facial features are very delicate and beautiful. You can remember his appearance at a glance, and it is still as clear as yesterday years later.

"Brother, do you remember me?"

Yuan Jingsheng's lips squirmed a few times, and the shadow in the dream reappeared, and the shadow's voice was gentle: "Hug me, okay?" I've been following you for so long, and I need your warmth. ”

In the dream, Yuan Shengjing hugged this shadow, although he couldn't touch the other party's body, but he clearly felt that he was hugging someone......

Now it feels the same as in a dream, his body has been hugged by the boy, this feeling is very familiar, as if they have known each other for thousands of years.

A hug between two men? Doesn't look like two strangers? Luo Xiyan covered her mouth in shock at this ambiguous scene, could it be that they are two magnets, no matter how far away they are, they can be attracted to it?

Ji Xiaoli, who was avoiding the soup, was full of joy and wanted the master to taste his new variety, but the bowl was frightened by this couple-like hug and fell to the ground.

Even such a "clang" sound did not affect the two people in the hug, and they continued to hug, as if they were about to turn into ashes in the hug.

When Ji Xiaoli saw clearly that the person in his master's arms was Yin Mingxing, his mouth was open enough to stuff an egg, could he really be Miss Silver Fox? Thousands of calculations have not been calculated that Miss Silver Fox is a boy? At that time, I had imagined that Yin Mingxing was Miss Silver Fox's brother, but I never thought that it would be me!

The two men in the hug finally separated, but the two of them looked at each other again, looking at each other for a long time with a kind of old posture.

The scene in their eyes changed, the snow was very cold and cold, but it also had a very delicate tenderness, like a piece of white butterflies, fluttering towards them.

In their brains, a picture was clearly reflected, the world covered in silver, a man in a white robe walking in the snow, followed by a little silver-white fox, he kept walking, the little fox followed step by step, as if there was only him and this little white fox in the world......

Arctic fox? Arctic fox? Is the white fox just a white fox?

In March, the young man in white was hunting and walking, his face was smiling like the spring breeze, and judging from the prey in his bag, his arrows were full of shots.

When the load was full, the last prey appeared, a little fox dreamily showed its little head, its hair was snow-white, dusty, its eyes were as shiny as obsidian, its small pink mouth was delicate and small, and even the curvature of its tail was so elegant.

Seeing that the young man in white's eyes froze, the bow and arrow in his hand stood still, he had seen many foxes, but he had never seen a white fox with such a fairy aura as it!

The prey he encountered was either shot by him or fled in a hurry, but this little white fox was different from them, it neither panicked nor had any intention of escaping, but stared at him deeply, and there seemed to be a different kind of light in its eyes.

The human fox looked at each other for a long time, and only the white fox and the white-clothed boy were left in heaven and earth.

There was thunder in the air, but the sky was still clear, and a sun rain was coming. The rain in the mountains always comes very quickly and urgently, and it is imperative to take shelter from the rain in this place immediately.

There was a cave not far away, and the young man was about to go to the cave to take shelter from the rain, but when he turned around, he saw that the little white fox was still standing in the position just now, but the difference was that he had turned his eyes to him.

His heart suddenly shook, this look is so familiar, where have you seen it?

The raindrops the size of beans had fallen, and he ran to the little white fox desperately, picked it up and ran towards the cave.

Gradually, the rain poured down, and small pools of water accumulated on the ground, and the grass and flowers lowered their heads in the rain. The rain from the cave collects into a curtain of rain and flows down the river.

The little white fox shook his body, as if he was very cold, which made people feel pity when they looked at me.

The boy hurriedly held it in his arms. A very soft and cute little thing, it feels like a cotton ball, and if it is made into fur, it will definitely be of the highest quality.

But the boy couldn't bear to attack the little white fox, he gently combed its hair with his fingers, and he couldn't say why, this feeling was a little lovely.

The little white fox's face was slightly red, and the corners of his mouth outlined a smile, and it seemed to like to be held by him like this. It's best to stand still and hold until you're old.

The rain soon stopped, and the fresh and sweet air filled the entire mountain forest, and the trees were even greener, looking at it, it was like an ink landscape painting, quiet and comfortable.

The young man in white and the little white fox waved goodbye: "Little fox, I'm going home, you should go home too, don't come out and run in the future, in case you meet other hunters, you won't be able to escape." ”

But the little white fox had no intention of leaving, his eyes were full of reluctance, he looked at him for a long time, and then pulled the corner of his clothes.

"Little white fox, why don't you go home? You can't be lost, right? ”

The little white fox shook his head, as if to say, "I don't have a home, can my brother take me home?" ”

The young man in white seemed to understand what it said, nodded and said, "If you don't have a home, then you can follow me home." Your fur is as beautiful as snow, and I'll call you Cher from now on. ”

The little white fox's expression became happy, and he followed the young man in white without leaving an inch.

Since then, there has been a small footprint on the side of the young man in white, accompanying him through the blossoming and falling of flowers, one journey after another.

Time flies, until a teenager becomes a young man, and the little white fox is not just a little white fox for him, but his family, his friends, and an inseparable part of him.

thought that the little white fox would always accompany him, but unexpectedly, in a sect duel, the little white fox suffered an arrow for him.

When it was dying, it smiled at the corner of its mouth, and clutched the corner of the young man's clothes, as if to say: "Brother, even if I am reincarnated as a fox, I will follow you and never abandon you!" The past few years with you have been the happiest days of my life, I'm sorry brother, I can't protect you anymore, I don't want to be a fox in the next reincarnation, I want to be your wife. ”

"Cher's ......"

Closing his talking eyes in the field of vision of the young man, he was heartbroken and buried the little white fox on the hill where he first met it, and every year he came to see the little white fox and said a lot to it.

A few years later, the young man died of illness, and he saw the little white fox turn into a woman in white, stretch out her hand to him, and his body floated with her to the vast land.