Fingers on the face of the terrifying giant, and the eyes that I thought had been dry for a long time actually welled up with tears at this moment.

"I remember, Dad."

Su Wanluo said softly.

"It turns out that you told me all these stories when I was a child."

The story books she wrote when she was a child were all gifts from the bookstore owner. The century-old bookstore had everything in it: there were magazines that had long since been out of print, and naturally there were textbooks that had long been out of use.

The fairy tales we heard as children always try to teach us something, promise, happiness, tears. Growing up, maybe I don't remember any episodes. But the observance of agreements, the search for happiness, and the expression of sadness have long been deeply memorable, imperceptibly affecting a person's life.

"Last Year's Tree", "What is Happiness", "The Story of the Little Puppet".

It turned out that she had heard it all.

The giant had no eyes and froze in place. Tick, tick, there were huge beads of blood rolling down his face. Beads of blood fell on the top floor, making a shattering sound.

It's cold. Su Wanluo's hand touched the giant's face, as if in the middle of winter October, touching a piece of condensed ice.

She smiled and whispered, "Dad, I'm twenty-two now." ”

"I grew up peacefully, was admitted to Huai'an University, and met very good friends. I did what you wanted to teach me. ”

"I cry when I'm sad, I say when I'm wronged, and I don't hold back my emotions. I promised others that I would do well, and I was no longer so selfish, and I became a tolerant and kind person. ”

Her fingertips shivered.

Su Wanluo smiled slightly and said, "It's not cold, Dad." ”

Su Wan came to her senses and said in a dumb voice: "Why is "Giant's Garden" so cold." ”

She was like the child in the fairy tale who snuck into the garden, red eyes, approached, and kissed the giant on the cheek.

"Dad, I miss you so much."

The moment I closed my eyes, tears rolled down my cheeks.

But the expected cold did not hit, and she seemed to be close to a cloud. No rough cement, no scarlet flesh, no rotting bones. There are gentle clouds, warm winds, and the smell of flowers and plants in the spring.

Su Wanluo opened her eyes and watched the giant's figure slowly blur.

The human wall was already attacked by shackles, and it was only a moment away from being wiped out.

The moment it collapsed, Su Wanluo seemed to be standing in a cluster of stars.

The light was pure white and dazzling, and in the light, she saw the leaves and flowers blown by the spring breeze. So green, so colorful. In my ears is the valley stream, which is pleasant. Everything is thriving and spring.

She looked up and saw pages and pages of fairy tale books flying into the air. Recorded in black and white, one story after another, with the whimsy of her childhood, she sailed away.

The color pages are old illustrations of textbooks. Children play on the laps of giants; Birds sing to a candlelight; The goddess with blonde hair and white dress blessed the three brothers by the well; The little puppet walked to the street with his schoolbag on his back.

Su Wanluo stretched out her hand, wanting to grab a green leaf or a fairy tale, but all she encountered was nothingness.

In the chaotic thoughts and blurred vision, the collapsed "human wall" in front of me gradually disappeared, as if it had become the red brick wall that was scorched by the scorching sun when I was a child.

On July 1st, that sleepy afternoon, she was woken up with a dog's tail grass, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a strangely thin boy.

The boy said, "I have a good place to hide and seek, and no one will find it, do you want to come?" ”

"I want it!"

Why was he so bold when he was a child? She happily climbed over the red brick wall with the boy and went on an exciting and wonderful adventure in the cave.

Although the boy's magic show is scary, although the boy's last look is fierce.

But when Daddy's voice rang out and called her name, everything seemed to be less terrifying.

The snow and ice have melted, and spring has arrived.

The eternal and insurmountable spring of fairy tales has arrived.

But she couldn't see her father anymore.

On July 1, the movie poster for that day on the calendar is "The Thief of Years".

Growing up steals kindergarten, rationality steals teenagers.

Vulgarity steals dreams, life steals the stars.

Fate steals loved ones, society steals fairy tales.

Time does nothing, time steals it all.

Time......

It turns out that this story is about time.

Chapter 79: Executive Officer

A pure white flower fell from the sky, and Cheng Ze stretched out his hand and gently caught it.

Flowers disappear like streamers between your fingers.

In front of the old sports and art museum, the majestic blood mountain collapsed with a bang, turning into a spring breeze, turning into a book page, and turning into flowers and plants. Break through the shackles and flock to heaven and earth.

Cheng Ze whispered, "...... Spring. ”

The fourth fairy tale with no solution finally came to an end.

Su Wan fell on the top floor and fainted, and Luo Xingyan manipulated the iron chain to bring her down. Cheng Ze stared at the young girl, sighed, and ordered the person next to him to take her down for treatment.

Ye Sheng looked down at the time on his phone, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

"Director Cheng," he said coldly, "if nothing else, let's go first." ”

Cheng Ze's expression was complicated, and he nodded: "Okay, be careful on the road." ”

At three o'clock in the morning, it was not easy to take a taxi near Huai'an University, but fortunately, Ning Weichen drove over.

After Ye Sheng skillfully sat in the co-pilot, the first thing he said was: "Ning Weichen, have you seen what the story king looks like?" ”

His tone was serious, and his eyes were calmly staring at Ning Weichen. I was in the basement before, and there were others present when I went out. Until now, there were only the two of them left, and Ye Sheng began to calm down and clean up all the clues about the story king tonight.

Ning Weichen held the steering wheel and said softly: "I didn't see it clearly, he was hiding in a cloud of shadows, but listening to the voice, he should be a young man." ”

Ye Sheng: "Did he make a move on you?" ”

Ning Weichen was slightly stunned and didn't speak. His expression was dim for a moment under the starry sky, and after a moment of laughter, he shook his head and said, "No." ”

Ye Sheng nodded, his heart relaxed a little, and asked again: "Ning Weichen, is your personal doctor on call twenty-four hours a day?" ”

Ning Weichen was completely teased by him, and his thin lips hooked: "Yes, but my injury is not serious enough to call Andrew to come and see." And brother, your worry about me like this always makes me feel like we are a loving couple. ”

Ye Sheng: "......"

Ning Weichen thought thoughtfully: "Oh yes, you were originally my fiancée. ”

Ye Sheng's face was expressionless: "You drive." ”

Ye Sheng stopped talking, and his slender fingers tapped the screen and began to search Qing'an Town.

Qing'an is a small town on the outskirts of Huaicheng City, and unlike the fast-growing cities around it, it is classified as a "tourist area" by the government, and the photos that search out show no skyscrapers or landmarks, just long alleys and old bungalows. The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the scenery is elegant.

As for Time Bookstore, it closed down more than a decade ago. The owner really couldn't run the store anymore, and now the old bookstore has become a homestay. However, Ye Sheng noticed one thing. A hundred years ago, opposite Time Bookstore was Qing'an Elementary School.

Qing'an Primary School......

Ye Sheng didn't plan to go to Qing'an Town.

Since he reminded Luo Xingyan, the Unnatural Bureau will definitely investigate later, and he doesn't need to do anything else.

The car drove into a quiet neighborhood.

Ning Weichen took out the key and walked into the private elevator.

Ye Sheng came to his apartment, but did not stay overnight. However, the Unnatural Bureau will definitely stay at Huai'an University tonight, and he doesn't want to go back to the dormitory.

What's more, he always felt that Ning Weichen was hiding something from him. As the seventh moderator of the forum, the story king can cause damage to the human body even if he doesn't really make a move. And Ning Weichen, the eldest young master who was born "sick", it is really difficult not to worry.

Although he didn't know why he should worry.

"I'll go take a shower first, brother, do you want something to drink?"

Ye Sheng refused: "I'll make it myself what I want to drink, you can go to sleep after taking a shower." ”

Ye Sheng plans to sleep on the sofa tonight. The apartment on the top floor was warm and bright, with soft lighting, and he took out his mobile phone and lowered his eyelashes, originally wanting to contact Cheng Ze to ask about the old sports art museum. But after the body fell into the sofa, it was as if it had fallen on a cloud, and the exhaustion of the whole body was relaxed.

Ye Sheng felt that his eyelids were a little heavy. After coming out of the basement, he was already a little exhausted, and his neck, shoulders, arms, and legs were all sore. Ye Sheng held his eyelids, typed a few words in the chat box with his knuckles, turned off his mobile phone, and fell asleep against the sofa.

Ning Weichen put on a bathrobe, wiped his hair, and saw this scene after coming out of the bathroom.

When Ye Sheng slept, his appearance seemed ordinary but he was on guard everywhere. The hands and legs are very easy to stretch postures, and they can fight back when they perceive a little wind and grass.

Ye Sheng has a good biological clock, and the growth environment when he was a child made him cherish sleep very much. When you sleep, your breathing becomes very light. The soft light flows on the skin of the neck, and it is so thin that you can see the blood vessels.

Ning Weichen didn't come closer, and casually poured himself a cup of coffee. Leaning against the bar, drink quietly. His black hair was wet with water, and his peach blossom eyes faded away from the ambiguous and casual feelings, as black as a cold pool. Looking at Ye Sheng from afar, there was no emotion.

After taking a sip of coffee, Ning Weichen pursed her lips, her face turned pale, and she quickly took out a tube of medicine from the cabinet and poured it into her mouth. He put down the cup, and the strange silver-purple color in his eyes slowly dissipated.

Ning Weichen licked his teeth on the tip of his tongue and sensed a little taste of blood.

The supernatural value of the S-class heresy is not a coercion for him, but a fuse, which can completely draw out the bloodthirsty and violent factor in his body.

When this line is ignited. The slightest fluctuation in his emotions can cause an explosion of loss of control in his body.

Ning Weichen poured himself another glass of water, and after drinking it, he walked over and came to Ye Sheng's side, put his fingers on the sofa, leaned over, and the shadow almost enveloped Ye Sheng's entire body. The slender fingers traced Ye Sheng's lips in the air, his eyes were dancing with the light of a dark madman, and his voice was very soft: "Just believe me like that." ”

A drop of cold water fell from the tip of his hair and fell to Ye Sheng's neck, along the delicate collarbone, and submerged into his clothes. Ning Weichen lowered his eyes and looked at the drop of water, which flowed through Ye Sheng's skin, leaving a wet mark, and suddenly a little thirsty.

Although Ye Sheng cherishes sleep, he sleeps very lightly, and any factor that makes him uneasy will wake him up. In fact, when Ning Weichen approached, his eyelashes trembled, but when he smelled the familiar smell, he let him go.

But that didn't mean that he could continue to sleep if a cold, biting water fell on him suddenly.

“……”

Ye Sheng woke up and opened his eyes, there was no sleepiness in his apricot eyes, and he was like a knife. stared at the culprit with an expressionless face, and the sentence "Are you sick" in his throat almost blurted out.

The culprit showed no guilt and smiled at him beautifully.

After Ning Weichen took a bath, there was a fragrance similar to rosin and thin snow on his body, which was very light and very attractive. He whispered, "Brother, don't sleep here, go to sleep in my bed." ”

Ye Sheng: "......"