"I won't forget you." The stuffy oil bottle said seriously.

Wu Xie nodded, he knew that the stuffy oil bottle was not the kind of person who made a promise easily, once he made a promise, he would swear to obey it, and get him such a promise that was almost the same as an oath, Wu Xie was beautiful in his heart.

Wu Xie put his head on the shoulder of the stuffy oil bottle, and said sullenly: "It's okay to forget, it's a big deal to get acquainted again, I will take the fat man, Xiaohua, black glasses, Zhang family and everyone else to introduce myself again." ”

The stuffy oil bottle pulled Wu Xie into his arms, feeling the strong and powerful heartbeat of the person in his arms, he felt for the first time that it was good to be alive, and he felt that he was connected to this world.

"Why is it so good to me?" Stuffy Oil Bottle asked.

Wu Xie looked at the eyebrows of the stuffy oil bottle, gently stroked his face, and said seriously: "Maybe you won't believe it, no matter what your name is, whether you are Zhang Kun or Zhang Qiling, and whether you are the patriarch or just an inverted fighter, I, Wu Xie, can't see you being wronged, I can't participate in your past, but your future will be created by me, I won't let you live alone, if you need someone to accompany you to the end, I won't refuse." ”

The stuffy oil bottle looked at Wu Xie for a long time, neither of them spoke, and time seemed to stop at this moment.

Wu Xie has never been happy in his thirty-eight years of life, and at this time he is secretly happy.

He was glad that he was able to create such a big environment in only ten years, and he was glad that he had the ability to read pheromones, and because of this, although he was not able to participate in the past of the stuffy oil bottle, the past of the stuffy oil bottle had already been deeply engraved into his soul with Wu Xie in the process of reading pheromones.

Deink, Trumpet Temple

It's warm inside, and even though it's cold outside, you can still wake up in a calm mood without the fatigue of a cold night.

Wu Xie silently looked at the young stuffy oil bottle on the side, his homework had not been done, watching him go out early in the morning, Wu Xie silently followed him to the stone in the courtyard, watching the stuffy oil bottle beating aimlessly, the master on the side said that the final shape of this stone is what Zhang Qiling thought in his heart.

This is Wu Xie through the snake venom in the Fei Meng Luo, and once again saw the illusion related to the stuffy oil bottle, but he didn't expect it, but what he saw was such a scene.

It seems that the stuffy oil bottle has been like this since childhood, if you don't take the initiative to talk to him, he can be in a daze all day, if people make an appropriate analogy, it is like the stuffy oil bottle is like the postman who has forgotten to tell the destination, but it is different, if the postman does not know the destination, he will be anxious like an ant on a hot pot, because the postman has the idea of delivering things to the destination.

And the stuffy oil bottle has been like a Buddha since he was a child, if he is not needed in heaven and earth, he is there, and he does not even have the desire to think.

It's just that the stuffy oil bottle is not a Buddha.

First there is thought, and then there is no desire, which is the Buddha, and what is born without desire is the stone.

Perhaps the Zhang family is just to let the stuffy oil bottle find the thing he wants, so every day he asks him to refine the stone in the courtyard under the meditation of the master, as long as he has a trace of "thought" in his heart, the stone will appear in a meaningful shape.

Wu Xie looked at the stuffy oil bottle that was carefully refined every day, time flew by, and it had been almost a year in the blink of an eye, and the stone was getting smaller and smaller, and it was still irregular.

But the stuffy oil bottle insisted, Wu Xie didn't know the reason for his insistence, but he didn't want to wake up from this illusion.