Mandala Hua didn't understand that when he chatted with a girl, he actually started by talking about his life bit by bit.

This behavior is like... Lovers who haven't seen each other for a long time, instead of asking her about her current situation, it is better to tell her every move outside to reassure her.

He sat there in the most natural sitting position, sometimes with his hands on his knees, sometimes propped back on the ground, and his voice was low, a kind of heaviness that was contrary to his bright countenance, but it was pleasant to the ear, not slow or slow, and eloquent.

"I grew up in the desert, there is a spring in my hometown, called Moon Spring, every rainy season, the spring water gushes out, slowly flowing, it will form a moon river, the river water is sweet, crystalline, every night, I will play there with my partners."

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The narration is full of memories and melancholy, he does not hide his longing for his hometown, the desolation of the space of the afterlife, and the fact that he is worried about the whereabouts of his father's soul, but after the Ten Halls and the Five Halls of Yama come back from the Heavenly Realm, he will go to find the demon spirit for revenge!

He poured out everything about himself frankly, and even lay down, put his hands under his head, looked at the dark dome, and poured out his confusion to Manju Sahua:

"Why don't you and I see each other? What kind of soul is suppressed among the flowers on the other side? ”

Manju Sahua listened quietly, not answering, not asking questions, but following his description, he was fascinated with him, or by the clear moon river like water, or in the rough desert sand, or between his eyebrows as if he was thinking of his father.

Unable to answer his confusion, she could only lie on her back with him, looking at the dome that belonged to the two of them.

She suddenly turned over and sat up, staring at the handsome and emotional face, her heart moved, and some scattered memories vaguely floated out and quickly dissipated:

It seems like this scenario has happened before? The faces seem to be different, but the voice is so familiar, and it doesn't seem like I'm listening alone, that's, that's.

This had happened many times, and she had always avoided it with some fear in her heart, but tonight, she seemed to have the courage to search:

She grabbed a thread, like pulling a hair and moving her whole body; The thread is like a rain cloth covering the wind and thunder, just open a corner, there is a sudden wind swept by, those scattered memory threads, then by the wind to cover the dust and loess on it, one by one floating, the thread is more and more implicated, almost can be connected in series to form some illusory signs:

A round table, with indistinctly rotating dishes on the table, and some illusory human voices...

She stared at it and meditated, not in a hurry to break through, but tried to weave a network of memories around the black hole, slowly trying to cross the abyss of the black hole:

There was a special laugh in the human voice, the laughter was crisp, and it seemed extremely familiar, she was laughing, laughing cheerfully, carefree, she was shouting, shouting the one that made her happy...

Suddenly, a strong hand stretched out from the black hole, and pulled off these threads by the roots, and in a blink of an eye fell into the black hole and disappeared, and the bottom of the threads that were dropped were splashed with blood, gradually turning into a river of blood, spinning and fluttering towards the eyes.

"Ah——!h

She suddenly screamed in pain, hugged her head with both hands, and Mandala Hua was startled, and quickly sat up:

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Manju Sahua's painful appearance, he naturally pressed his hands on her temples to help her massage. Mandalahua's palm was wide and powerful, and he pressed and rubbed it slowly and carefully, and after a while, the pain in Manzhu Sahua's head gradually lessened until it disappeared, and an extremely comfortable feeling hit her, which made her drowsy:

With a warm palm and a firm chest, what better place to rest than here.

Her head sank, and she fell asleep quietly on Mandalahua's chest, Mandala Hua naturally gently hugged her shoulders, and even patted her back like a baby, bowed her head slightly, and a lotus fragrance filled his arms, and he couldn't help but kiss her hair.

This kind of physical contact will definitely have cramps or pauses between men and women who meet for the first time, but for Mandala Hua and Manzhu Sahua, everything happens so reasonably, even to the point of not knowing it, without a trace of strangeness.

The ink flowers are quiet, calmly facing this beautiful scene, they seem to invariably erect the flower stems, and stretch their petals, not to cover anything, just to give this hard-won love a peace.

"Bang-"

The sound of the crushing of tea and porcelain alarmed Mandala Hua, he turned his head and saw: Xue Qin was pale and stunned there, seeing him turn around, a wave of shame came to him, her face suddenly turned red, she trembled her lips and immediately wanted to scold, but suddenly saw Mandala Hua put a finger to his mouth and made a "shhh" gesture, Xue Qin froze:

This kind of "intimate" demeanor, Mandala Hua seems to be doing it to himself for the first time!

The sudden impact made her involuntarily stand there without saying a word. Mandala Hua looked at Manzhu Sahua in his arms again: he was still asleep and did not wake up.

He gently put her on the ground, took off the green robe and covered her, a strand of hair shook at Manzhu Sahua's eyebrows, maybe it was very itchy, so that her eyelashes couldn't stop shaking, Mandala Hua gently pinched it up, pinned it behind her ear, and then stood up and walked softly towards Xue Qin.

Xue Qin stood there motionless and "admired" this scene, and the gentle demeanor of the mandala Hua was like a thorn piercing deep into her heart, pulling it lightly, and it was bloody.

She watched Mandala Hua walk up to her, and was about to ask a question, but was stopped by the other party's stop look. As soon as Mandala Hua pulled her sleeve, Xue Qin involuntarily followed him out of the space.

Staring at this face that had been haunting for 500 years, Xue Qin's tears almost spurted out:

In order to hide from me, you covered yourself for 500 years, and for her peace, you actually faced me calmly, no longer hiding, she just met you for the first time, but you gave her all tenderness, why!

She calmed down, held back the anger in her heart, and said indifferently:

"My father and the Fifth Hall Yan Jun have returned, and the Heavenly Realm is forced to meet you as a last resort, and it is only a punishment to be reincarnated once in the human world. The time was over quickly. ”

Mandala Hua nodded lightly, and did not have any opinion:

As long as you're with Manju Sahua, it doesn't matter where you are.

Xue Qin looked at his expression, and immediately understood what he was thinking, she forced her composure, or turned to leave, only to hear the voice of Mandala Hua behind her

"Thank you."

Xue Qin struggled to make his voice sound normal:

"You're welcome".