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The Santu River glows red.

On the banks of the river, there are flowers as bright red as blood, paving the road to the Yellow Spring.

From afar, it looks like a road paved with blood, long and endless.

Ling Xueling walked barefoot in this sea of flowers, and the red flowers grazed his ankles, leaving bloody marks.

This is where it is

Why can't he find his way home

Everyone is gone, where did they go, is it because Xue Ling did something wrong that you disappeared

Xue Ling stretched out her little hand to cover her face, and tears fell under her feet.

The burning pain of those hands just now was unbearable. But compared to the helplessness now, he would rather choose to continue to hurt.

"Who are you?"

A girl's voice suddenly sounded from underfoot.

Ling Xueling lowered her head and found a vine pearl warsaw lying there, its roots had left the soil, and the flowers of the whole plant had begun to wither.

Xue Ling squatted down and helped the remnant flower up.

"Are you talking to me?"

The flower trembled quietly in his palm. No response.

Maybe he misheard, he thought to himself.

Looking at the flowers in her hand, Xue Ling used her hand to remove the soil on the ground. Replanted the flowers in the mud.

But as soon as he let go of his hand, the flower was still hanging and crumbling.

Xue Ling stretched out her hand again with pity. Carefully place the bouquet in the palm of your hand.

A gust of wind blows, and the petals of the vine beads on the bank of the Santu River are rolled up with the wind, which is as spectacular as a red rain.

"Who are you" The flower in his hand sounded again.

Xue Ling withdrew his gaze from the "red rain" in the sky, and when he looked at the flowers in his hands, he was surprised to find that what he was holding in his hands was not a flower at all.

It was a girl about his age, with long narrow eyes upturned, with a full heroic spirit, and her dark eyes flashed like stars.

However, she had no clothes on her body, and her skin was bruised.

Xue Ling's hands were holding her face, and she looked at him with a raised face.

The girl muttered, "Are you here to pick me up?"

Xue Ling hurriedly let go of her hand, "No, no" Before the words fell, she saw that the girl's body suddenly lost support and fell to the ground.

Xue Ling hurriedly caught her falling body.

The girl shrunk back and leaned against him.

Xue Ling tilted her head and thought for a while. He took off his garment and draped it over her.

"What is this place," he asked, "I want to go home." ”

"I can't go back." The girl's voice is very small. If he didn't listen carefully, he could barely hear clearly, "If you go there, you won't be able to go back." She stretched out her arm and pointed across the river.

In the middle of the river, there is a small boat floating faintly.

"The people on the boat will lie to you in a while, don't get on the boat." The girl said, "He'll push you into the water halfway." You'll never go back. ”

Xue Ling was frightened, "How do you know, you've also been on the boat"

The girl shook her head, "My mother will come to me, I'll wait for her." ”

"What's your name?"

"The Wind Doesn't Think"

"Are you a flower demon" Xue Ling held back for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to ask.

Mo Nian didn't answer, but leaned quietly on him, as if asleep.

Xue Ling looked at the petals flying in the sky, and the panic in her heart gradually subsided.

Fortunately, he is not alone.

Although I don't know who she is and why she is here. Thankfully, he's not alone.

Su Baitong walked along the bank of the flower-filled Warsaw.

The storm of petals obscured her vision, and she groped her way forward.

I don't know how long I walked, but the Buddha bell in front of me suddenly disappeared.

Su Baitong also stopped, and at this moment, she saw a small figure curled up on the bank not far from the river.

"Xue Ling" Su Baitong staggered all the way. It was only through the flowers that I came to the villain.

"Xue Ling" she squatted down and reached out to push Xue Ling's body.

Xue Ling curled up and opened the clothes in her hands to hide something.

"Mother" He opened his eyes slightly, and seemed to be a little unconscious.

Su Baitong held back his tears and hugged him into his arms, "I've waited for a long time, Xue Ling is really good, she didn't run around"

Great, he's still here.

Mo Nian said. You can't get on the boat, or you won't be able to go back. Xue Ling said seriously.

"Who is Mo Nian" Su Baitong was surprised.

Xue Ling sat up straight, "I've been waiting for a long time. For a long, long time, Mo Nian and I have always been together. He lifted the garment beside him, revealing a fiery red vine of Warsaw.

"This flower" Su Baitong couldn't understand what Xue Ling was saying at all.

"She's grown well." Xue Ling smiled.

The vine pearl Warsaw was no longer what it had been when he first saw it. Its roots are firmly rooted in the earth, and the slightly raised flowers carry some pride.

Except for Mo Nian, no one would know how long he had been waiting here.

In Su Baitong's opinion. He has only been away for more than ten days, but for Xue Ling, he has spent the four seasons of Huangquan with Mo Nian here, and they have always been together, all the time

No matter how the boats on the Santu River came and went, luring him onto the boat, he never wavered.

Su Baitong took Xue Ling's little hand, "Let's go back." ”

Her soul incense should be burning out.

"But don't miss her," Xue Ling hesitated to look at the vine pearl Warsaw.

In Su Baitong's eyes, it was just an ordinary vine bead Warsaw, but in Xue Ling's eyes, she was a girl.

She sat among the flowers of the Vine Warsaw, clothed in his clothes. The skin is shining with a pearly luster, and the original bruise has long been gone.

She didn't say a word, just looked at him quietly, her eyes full of stars.

Xue Ling was pulled up by Su Baitong and returned the same way.

The Buddha bell rang again, and Su Baitong knew that it was Ling Jingxiao guiding the way back.

"Mo Nian Mo Nian" Xue Ling looked back frequently, he didn't understand why his mother didn't bring her with her.

In the four seasons of Huangquan, he supported her clothes, sheltered from the rain, snuggled, and kept warm.

After the four seasons of Yellow Spring, she has grown into one of the most gorgeous vines on the shore.

The storm rolled up by the petals of "Mo Nian Mo Nian" struck again, blowing the sound of Xue Ling scattered.

Mo Nian sat there quietly, looking at the direction of Xue Ling's departure, even though the storm was fierce, she still stood proudly on the shore.

"Mo Nian, are you afraid?"

"Mo Nian, what if no one comes to us?"

She tightened the garment she had draped over her.

The man's warmth had not yet dissipated, and the warmth of his body was still on his clothes.

It doesn't matter, even if no one comes to pick us up, we're still together

I remembered that this was how she had answered him at the time.

However, why does it rain this season in Huangquan?

The girl sat on the bank of the Santu River, looking up at the petals dancing in the air, a small drop of water sliding down her jaw.

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