Chapter 81: The Past (1)

Weary and Nangong walked out from behind, a forest blocked the road ahead, this road was full of thorns, but through this road, we were relieved.

Disgusted with life, he took two steps forward, opened his arms, took a deep breath, and his face was full of goodness, "It's time to go out, Nangong Tilt!"

No one answered for a long time, and I hung my head in disgust, and even put down my hand.

"You have to hurry up, so we can quickly investigate the case! And you said you would help me, I remember everything. ”

Nangong stood on this road with a long posture, he looked up at the road in front of him, and the afterglow fell faintly, and it looked yellow......

Looks like I'm going to spend the night here today.

He leaned indifferently against the tree next to him, the branches were crumbling and fluttering, Nangong closed his eyes and did not speak.

The sun set and fell on her cheeks, and she brushed her sleeves on her forehead, looking very anxious.

"Instead of standing, it's better to sit down, anyway, you can't live in the forest today."

His disgusted eyes were darkened with loss, and he hung his arms hopelessly, and slowly squatted beside him, "Nangong Tilt, I'm hungry!"

He touched his lower abdomen and looked at the blue sky in despair, which was full of golden light, very dazzling.

The bridge of Nangong's nose is crystal clear under the light, and the water chestnut angles are distinct, like the lines in the art sketches, and the extremely thin and delicate lip flaps are a little weak and sickly white, and the fluttering eyelashes have a kind of heroic temperament.

Closed and opened, Nangong tilted and kept turning over, his fingertips covering the wrist of the other one, and at this time, the disgusting person had already put the sentence "Hungry." "I repeated it more than ten times.

He hung his head, his tone was a little patient and upset, and his voice was hoarse and a little disconnected: "Obedient." ”

"I haven't eaten the day I came out." He was holding a branch and drawing casually on the ground, and a few strands of green silk in front of his shoulders lay on the ground and rubbed against the ground.

Nangong tilted his eyes, his eyes were as calm as water, and he didn't know when he walked behind the disgusting one, and his slender fingertips gently stroked the disgusting long hair, "Wait for me here." ”

He stopped throwing stones and looked up at him: "Where are you going, just tell me to wait where you are?"

"Aren't we together?" Disgust and hesitation.

"You don't have to come along, I'll be back soon." Nangong leaned to the right to look, a person walked that way, the weather was already cold, his ankle wound had scabbed, a faint gust of cool breeze hit his feet, his handsome face with a little smile mixed with coldness, I used to remember that there were several fruit trees, Nangong leaned over the branch, with a little excitement in his eyes, jumped to the waist of the tree, slender fingertips grasped the vine tree that had poured thousands of miles, very hard, the back of the hand concave bone joints, full of beautiful lines of delicate palms rubbed on it.

The scenery on the trees is really simple, the fluffy leaves are lush, and the green thing is naturally eye-catching, moisturizing the temper and suppressing the dry fire.

Nangong tilted his waist and looked up, the apple branches were crossed, this tree counted, the age has caught up with his grandfather's, after all, it is the old tree that accompanied his childhood, the scratches on the trunk were left by the hard work of the sword that he almost fell that year, and now Nangong is growing, the old tree is even more lonely, too, time has passed, and only you are still alive......

Nangong tilted his gaze at the tree, like his own brother, raised his hand and patted the trunk twice, and the leaves fluttered to the ground with a curtain of dreams.

All things have spirits, take from them, use them for itβ€”you have told me that the duty of a medicine master is to do what you do to the best of my ability, and not to abuse the innocent, not to act for the tiger, and not to be unreasonable.

I don't know if this help is right or wrong......

- Mother.