There was no trouble in leaving the dungeon.

Most musicians are more sensible and will not take it lightly until they see tangible benefits. There were many small frictions along the way, but the real struggle never broke out.

And as they were walking up the mine, they realized that the road they had come from had completely collapsed.

I'm afraid that the surprise left has already reached its owner.

That scene must have been interesting.

Just after they left, the exploration of the dungeon was still in full swing, but there was no substantial breakthrough.

It's like playing a mini-game in the Aether Sphere and getting stuck.

It turned out to be something that no one seemed to expect.

One card, that's a couple of days-

In the past few days, Ye Qingxuan went to the underground palace every day, looked at the helpless musicians in front of the door, and saw that they had no choice, so he went back to bask in the sun with confidence.

That's right, basking in the sun.

While everyone was racking their brains to solve the problem, they just lay in the Romulus bazaar, selling dozens of knives that could not be sold, and lazily lying on a broken deck chair basking in the sun.

When you have nothing to do, you read a book, eat a snack when you're hungry, and drink juice when you're thirsty.

The afternoon sun is warm and warm.

Relaxed and enjoyable it was almost like a vacation.

When the musicians passing by saw him, they all wanted to grit their teeth and drag this bastard over and beat him: this kind of guy is so lazy that Anglo's master can stand it!

Why don't you hurry up and clean up the division's door?

As it turned out, they overthought.

That master of Anglo, the mysterious 'thigh', had never appeared again since he appeared on the first day! According to Ye Qingxuan. He ate and slept in the hotel every day...... Lazier than yourself!

Since the upper beam is not right, then don't blame the lower beam for being crooked.

Ye Qingxuan also paddled the water in this serious trial without any burden.

During this period, Mr. Hu and his students wandered around the city every day, occasionally stopping to say hello. Let's talk about the customs and specialties of the Orient, and exchange ideas on interpretation and ancient history.

At the beginning, the leaders of the national prison saw this white-haired fellow clansman and still had the intention of comparing each other.

But then I looked at him with a cold and unenterprising look, and couldn't help but be disappointed, and quietly muttered 'Tangerine Shenghuaibei', too lazy to take care of it.

- Such a lazy character, if he had been placed in the prison of the country, would have been swept away a long time ago!

But. Ye Qingxuan soon discovered that his good days were over.

What is the saying?

The wicked have their own grinding.

Just when Ye Qingxuan was slumped on the recliner and slept with his saliva, he suddenly felt a shadow cast on his face.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a familiar map, and Elsa's happy smile that seemed to see the wronged head:

"This gentleman, you buy ......"

Before she finished speaking, Ye Qingxuan was so frightened that she bounced up from her chair: "I've bought a map!

"Oh......"

Elsa suddenly regretted: "Do I know you?"

"This ......" Ye Qingxuan looked back. Seeing the Romulus people around him, he looked at him expressionlessly, with an expression of 'you dare to bully her, try it'.

His expression twitched. Honest answer:

"Probably...... Right?"

Elsa nodded, thoughtfully, and circled around his recliner several times in confusion: "Then what are you doing?"

"Bask in the sun. ”

"Oh. ”

Elsa was suddenly satisfied and satisfied.

However, it did not go ...... She lay down!

Ye Qingxuan suddenly had a headache, and saw this little girl lying next to her stall, squinting her eyes as she looked. Get in the sun.

You can't do that, girl!

Ye Qingxuan felt the stunned gazes of the people around him, a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, and his expression became sad and angry: If you do this again, I will call you father!

Even if you have a bad memory, you can't be so slanderous!

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Elsa to get up. looked at Ye Qingxuan with a blank expression:

"What am I doing?"

Ye Qingxuan's headache became worse and worse, and he couldn't answer: "You...... Probably in the sun, right?"

"Oh, I still like to bask in the sun, no wonder it's so dark. ”

Elsa suddenly realized, looked at her wheat-colored skin, and laughed happily for some reason. It's been so many years, and it's the first time Ye Qingxuan has seen a silly child who can be so happy in the sun.

She seemed to use it as her hole card, sat on the ground, hummed a song, pulled out the contents of her bulging pocket, 'wiped' it with a dirty handkerchief, and put it back away.

Things were piled up on the ground to form a small mountain.

Small pencils, small hairpins, small bottle caps, small dolls......

"What is this?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at the small bottle that rolled at his feet, picked it up, and asked suspiciously, "Toy?"

"Probably something I like. ”

Elsa scratched her hair: "I don't have a good memory, so I will take everything I like with me." Look at this, it's beautiful, isn't it? And this ...... Oh, and it!"

She excitedly showed Ye Qingxuan her collection, those little hairpins, small dolls, and ...... A dead guinea pig.

Looking at the dead mouse that was about to come to his face, Ye Qingxuan's expression twitched, and he moved back a little hard: "You like this?"

"Well, I don't remember it anymore, but I must have liked it before!"

Elsa stretched out her hand and carefully touched the mouse in her palm, and her voice became soft: "If only it liked me." ”

“......”

Ye Qingxuan was silent, stretched out his hand, and touched her head:

"Don't worry, it must like you, too. ”

"Really?"

"Yes. ”

So Elsa became happy, and after circling around him for a long time, she suddenly took out a notebook from her backpack and asked him to sign it.

"What is this?"

Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a moment and took the notebook. only to find crooked handwriting on the cover: Elsa's friends.

The book was almost full, but it seemed to be repeated, and several people's names were written four or five times. On the latest page, I don't know who it was, I swayed a cloud of ink like a dog's paw, and the ink was not yet dry. It's like a prank graffiti.

Next to her, Elsa also wrote crookedly, 'Big dogs can't write'...... I really don't know what her friends' bodies are. Ye Qingxuan smiled bitterly and sighed, writing down his name.

Anyway, she won't remember in a few minutes, right?

Let's make her happy......

Seeing that he had signed, Elsa cheered, took the notebook and flipped it up herself. Ye Qingxuan saw her hair swaying, revealing the faint handwriting on her neck, and her eyes became curious:

"What is this?"

"This?"

Elsa fumbled and found a small mirror. After thinking about it for a while, he said firmly, "It should be my name, and it seems that there is also the address of my home!"

Well, the person who picked me up could send me back, it's amazing, no wonder everyone knows me. ”

“......”

Ye Qingxuan pursed his lips and was speechless. But Elsa suddenly reached out and touched his head: "You have to come on, your family must be working hard to find you." ”

He was stunned and turned back stiffly:

"Huh?"

Elsa looked at him in confusion: "Didn't you forget where your home was?"

"Nope. Ye Qingxuan shook his head expressionlessly.

"Liar. ”

Elsa pouted: "When other people look at me, they think I'm pitiful." But when you look at me, you only have a sad look on your face that you can't find your home.

Your memory must be bad, too. That's why I got lost and couldn't find where my home was. ”

Ye Qingxuan looked at her for a long time, retracted his gaze, and just said lightly: "No, you think too much." ”

"Obviously. ”

Elsa glared at him angrily, quickly. turned to sympathy, stood on tiptoe and touched his white hair: "It's okay, touch your head." I'm familiar with this place, everyone is a good person, maybe one day. The person who finds you will send you home. ”

Ye Qingxuan didn't know what to say, whether to be annoyed or to smile bitterly, he looked at the little girl for a long time, looking at those amber-like eyes, but he didn't know why, but he felt scared.

She can see through herself.

See through your own lies.

Not because of how accurate her instincts were, nor because of anything else, just because of ...... She felt that Ye Qingxuan was the same person as him. Hell, she was right.

****** was right!

"My home...... Not here. ”

It was Ye Qingxuan who took the lead in looking away, avoiding her gaze: "You don't need to worry about these problems. ”

Elsa seemed to understand something.

"You won't ...... Forget about it, right?" she asked, somewhat unconvinced.

Ye Qingxuan suppressed his sudden anger for some reason, and just said lightly: "You think too much, I won't even forget where my home is." ”

"And where is your home?"

Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly got stuck again, and was stunned in place.

yes, where is his home?

In the East, in Anglo, in that burned-out wooden house in the Penal Lands, in the music history department of the Royal Academy of Music, or in that palatial mansion on Queen Avalon Street?

“...... You're right. ”

Ye Qingxuan laughed self-deprecatingly and lowered his eyes: "I forgot." ”

Since he was ten years old, he has not had a home.

A small hand pressed on his forehead.

"Well, touch your head, don't be sad. ”

Elsa stood on tiptoe, reached out and rubbed his hair, her eyes were gentle and quiet, as clear as the sky, "I'll make a grass doll for you, okay? Mom said it would bless me, and it would bless you if you found your home. ”

Ye Qingxuan looked at her blankly, and reluctantly squeezed out a smile:

"I hope so. ”

Soon, Elsa finished her collection and waved goodbye, not knowing where she had gone. When he set off, his expression was firm and serious, as if he was about to embark on some unknown adventure.

Perhaps, for her, everything in this world is new and unknown, right?

Living so carefree may not be as difficult and painful as Ye Qingxuan imagined, at least, she is much happier than herself.

"Make a straw doll?"

Ye Qingxuan stared at her back and smiled lightly: I hope she will remember. (To be continued.) )