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If Xi Yao didn't speak, Xia Xiche would be even more silent, in order to ease the atmosphere, Xi Yao smiled awkwardly and said, "When you weren't there, Qian Qian kept calling me, shouting to find you, she went abroad half a month ago, but she only studied for more than ten days, so she clamored to come back." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Who?"

"That cute little girl, have you forgotten? You met in the hospital, and then you talked on the phone a few times. When Xi Yao talked about the phone, she was a little ashamed, the so-called phone call, she was selfish, in order to achieve her own goals. Xia Xiche and Wang Qianqian talked on the phone, but Xi Yao turned on the mobile phone and let Xia Xiche read it by writing, when Xia Xiche learned more things, the more he knew, and in the end he was not happy to do such a boring thing.

"You have now learned how to communicate with people, you can no longer stay alone in the mountains, you can't eat raw food, you can't just eat meat, people can't leave the group to live alone, you have to make your own friends, find your own family, you have to have your own social circle......" Xi Yao pulled Xia Xiche back, chattering all the way, she felt very annoying, but she couldn't stop, as soon as she stopped, her mind would think of some strange things, such as she would repeatedly ask herself, if she liked Xia Xiche, what were she and Cui Zhenan, could she really accept Xia Xiche on the other side? These questions are too profound.

What do you mean by a person, am I not a human being? Ji Po was secretly unhappy, he stood up and waited for Xi Yao to walk under the tree, and then kicked the trunk under his feet hard, and the withered yellow leaves fell one after another.

"That's it in the mountains. Xia Xiche had long been accustomed to it, and took off the fallen leaves on Xi Yao's hair.

"yes, that's what the mountains look like. Xi Yao repeated Xia Xiche's words meaningfully, and she looked up at the violently shaking branches, she couldn't see Ji Po, but she could imagine the little guy making trouble on it.

With a "snap", a branch broke inexplicably, stayed in mid-air for a second, and then flew towards Xi Yao, hitting Xi Yao's forehead right now, and suddenly puffed up a red packet.

Ji Po smirked at Xi Yao.

"You nasty little ghost!" Xi Yao rubbed the small bag on her forehead.

"What's wrong?" Xia Xiche asked inexplicably.

"That's it...... That...... Forget it, it's nothing, let's go. ”

Xi Yao walked silently, her two dark and bright eyes turned up hard, but she couldn't see the bag on her forehead, she pouted, brushed her bangs, and covered it.

Ji Po climbed down the tree and followed Xia Xiche from a distance, just like the first time he left with Xi Yao, Ji Po had been silently following behind him, looking at it from a distance, but he couldn't get too close.

"I hope the next six years can pass more slowly......" Keppel rubbed the corners of his moist eyes, and after watching Xia Xiche, Keppel sped away in the other direction.

On the cliff there is a crooked ancient tree, extremely ugly, but exudes a unique fragrance, the tree is full of chicken blood vine, it is this peculiar fragrance, moisturizing the rare chicken blood vine.

Ji Po had a turtle shell in his mouth, climbed up the cliff, and finally climbed up the ugly old tree, he wrapped his legs around a protruding trunk, pressed his body against the branch, reached out and grabbed a chicken blood vine and pressed it on the trunk, took the turtle shell in his mouth, and used the edge of the turtle shell to polish the chicken blood vine, the red liquid soon flowed out, he used the turtle shell to catch it, and then took it in his mouth, and went back the way he came. The petite and flexible little body is not the first time to climb a cliff and cut through the blood vine.

Keppel came to the flat ground, picked up a handful of pebbles, and placed the letter "b" on the flat ground. He lowered the shell and bit his finger open, and a clear liquid came out of his finger, which even Ji Po himself couldn't see, but he could feel it, because it was his blood, and a drop fell into the shell, blending with the red liquid of the blood vine, which soon turned into a milky gelatinous body. Keppel dipped his fingers in the milky white gelatinous body of the turtle's shell and rubbed it on the pebbles, one after the other, until the last one.

Keppel sat on the ground and waited patiently.

Two or three minutes later, a white palanquin appeared in the distance, and there was no bridgeman, but it was floating towards Ji Po, not towards Ji Po to be exact, but towards the "B" shape on the flat ground, and the sedan chair finally hung directly above the pattern.

Keppel stood up and climbed into the sedan chair, and Keppel, who had lost blood, was a little tired, and he lay down on the cold plank and fell asleep. The palanquin slowly became transparent, like Ji Po's body, hidden in mid-air, and no one could see which direction it was going.

The sedan chair floated into a dark alley, staggering forward, and finally stopped in front of a door hung with a white lantern. The lights are dim and not bright, as if they will go out at any moment. The red paint on the door panels has long since peeled off and is decadent. The threshold was very high, half the height of Ji Po's body, and it took him a lot of effort to turn over.

As Keppel crossed the threshold, the white lantern outside the door slowly floated down and hung in front of Keppel, leading him forward, surrounded by pitch black, and the lights in the white lantern were the only light source here, making a "zizi" burning sound.

Ji Po followed the white lantern to the back room.

An old hand stretched out in the darkness, caught the white lantern hanging in the air, and carefully placed the lantern in the center of the table.

"I haven't seen light here for years, and I think I'm blind! It's been so long that no one has come," the old man continued, sitting at the table, staring at the small flame in the white lantern, "Ji Po, we last met fifty-two years ago, right?"

"Fifty-two years and forty-one days. ”

"You remember it so well. ”

"Time is important to me, one day is one less day. ”

Keppel hung his head sadly and sat down across from the old man.

If you look closely, you can see that there is a very thin blue wire in the middle of the small flame, glowing with a faint blue light. Underneath the flame was a small candle, two fingers high, milky white. The spark floated onto the candle oil and made a "crackling" sound.

"Is there really only the last six years left?"

Fifty-two years ago, Buss had already calculated for Keppel, and fifty-two years later, Keppel came back and asked the same question. It was Keppel who was unwilling, and he couldn't accept it.

"Ji Po, you know, you can only ask once, do you really want to ask what you already know?" the old man kindly reminded.

"Yes, I thought, maybe the 'future' is not fixed, maybe it is changing. "That's Keppel's only hope.

"I don't know, so far, no one has questioned it, and no one has asked me the same question twice. ”

"Then I'll ask twice. "Keppel couldn't be more determined.

"Okay. "The old man took out the candle in the white lantern, he was really old, and even his hands trembled unconsciously, the old man's name was Bus, and he was a prophet, and he carefully poured the candle oil on the table, took out a slender match, and lit it by a small flame, in fact, this match cannot be spontaneously combusted, nor can it be lit by friction, it can only be lit by the flame in the white lantern. Booth put the match on the candle oil poured on the table, and with a "poof", a thin flame appeared above the candle oil.

At the same time, Keppel was feverish, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept pouring out.

Buth could not see Ji Po's appearance, but he knew what he was suffering, and said, "Good boy, you have done your best, it is not your fault, and your master will not blame you." ”

Ji Po gritted his teeth, shivering in pain, but he didn't say anything.