Chapter 81: Children
Qingluan didn't say anything to Jing Pei, and took advantage of the lunch break to walk to the forest again.
His timid nature, if he knew that she was going to the woods, or let him know that she had been in, he would not be so frightened that he could not find the north.
The forest is still very quiet, and in the slightly noisy school hall at this time, it seems like two worlds. The lush foliage casts a dark shadow on the ground, and the heat of the scorching sun is kept out, but there is no eerie feeling inside.
Qingluan searched carefully for a long time at the edge of the forest, but did not see a trace of the shadow of the enchantment. She also tried to curl up her fingers to accumulate spiritual power and eject a small ball of light, which shot straight into the petiole of a green leaf, and slowly fell to the ground.
Qingluan looked at the slowly falling leaves with some suspicion, and walked towards the forest.
As on that day, the quiet forest was so strange that there was not a single sound, and the spots of light were still scattered on the ground.
There was only one path in the forest, and Qingluan followed this path that day to the inconspicuous thatched hut.
Because it was different from that day, Qingluan's heart was full of curiosity today, so after a while, the small thatched hut appeared in front of him.
Everything was the same as it was that day, except that the little dustpan with Bodhi on it was missing from the ground in front of the hut today.
"Come in!".
Just as Qingluan opened her eyes and looked around, a voice came from the room.
The voice is immature and crisp, but there is a meaning in the tone that people can't refuse, like a random command from the superior, you can only choose to accept and obey.
Qingluan was slightly stunned and looked straight at the small thatched house.
The windows of the small thatched hut are wide open, and the distance between Qingluan and the small thatched hut is not too far, logically speaking, the things inside should be able to be seen clearly, after all, it is such a big place, you can't see it if you want to.
But Qingluan can't see anything.
I saw that the inside was gray, like a thin layer of rice paper pasted on the window, and the occasional light seemed to be cut off from the window, so that people could not see the whole picture anyway.
Qingluan hesitated a little in his heart, and hesitated to step forward.
The door of the small hut was slightly closed, and with a slight push, it opened.
originally thought that it was still dark inside, but when Qingluan opened the door, he found that he was completely wrong.
The trees in the forest are too dense, and the intersecting branches and leaves are intricate, so whether the sun outside is dazzling or not, it looks a little bleak.
But the room was as if it was being lit by the scorching sun, and it was so bright that it was even so shaky that people couldn't open their eyes.
Qingluan narrowed her eyes slightly, adjusting to the sudden light.
"Sit down!".
The childish voice sounded again.
The inside of the small hut is the same as the outside, it can't be simpler, it can't be simpler.
There was only a small wooden table that was so old that the corners were worn out, and opposite there were two small sticks, which should have been randomly cut from the roots of a stout tree, and the surface was pitted, and there was a little mud in the gaps.
In the corner of the hut there is a simple wooden bed, which is randomly put together with several planks. There was a thin mattress on it, and some dry straw poked out from under the mattress.
Although it was not next to the bed, Qingluan seemed to smell the fresh and warm smell of the mattress after being sun-drenched.
Sitting at the small wooden table was the child Qingluan saw that day.
His old god was looking at Qingluan, playing with a round Bodhi seed in his hand, and the Bodhi seed rolled back and forth on his fingertips.
Qingluan looked at this child, but there was a sense of awe and fear for no reason, she felt like the Bodhi seed in his hand, which could be flattened and pinched by him at any time.
She walked slowly to the table and sat down slowly.
Her pretended calm face looked expressionless, but she knew very well how worried she was.
She was straight, her eyes drooping slightly, and she looked at the small wooden table motionlessly, as if there was something on the table that she couldn't take her eyes off.
If someone else were to watch this scene now, they would definitely feel weird.
An adult is looked back and forth by a child with scrutinizing eyes, adults are like children who make mistakes, children are like adults in charge, weird, and even funny.
The child's gaze was very direct, and Qingluan felt that it was not a gaze at all, but a scorching flame, which kept scorching her and making her feel uncomfortable.
I don't know how long it took, but the clothes on Qingluan's back were gradually soaked with sweat.
"Phoenix. The child suddenly spat out two words.
Qingluan was stunned, not knowing whether the child was asking or stating, she raised her eyes and looked at him, and nodded unconsciously.
"Rare. The child pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, as if smiling.
Qingluan looked at him blankly, not knowing what he meant at all, so he frowned slightly.
"Here's this for you!".
The child said again, and after speaking, he gently threw the Bodhi seed in his hand.
Qingluan hurriedly raised his hands and caught them steadily.
She looked at the Bodhi Zi in her hand with a puzzled expression, what does this mean?
But she didn't ask anything, just respectfully put the bodhi in her sleeve pocket.
"Come and help me dry the bodhi tomorrow. ”。
As soon as Qingluan put it away, he heard the child say.
After he finished speaking, he turned and walked to the bedside, closed his eyes and sat down to breathe.
You don't have to think about it to know that this is what it means to send off guests.
Qingluan stood up, blessed him, bowed, and went out.
The moment the door closed, the child opened his eyes thoughtfully.
Here, Qing Yinan did not stop all the way, and after a short time, he arrived at the door of Duxingzhai.
He hesitated for a moment at the closed door, then opened it and walked in.
There is a faint fragrance in the room, which is the smell of Qingluan.
He swept his eyes slightly, and then fixed his gaze on the dresser against the wall.
There was a false makeup box on it, and the complicated and delicate patterns on the outside of the makeup box made him frown slightly.
He stepped forward and picked it up, and with a flick of his fingers, the makeup box opened.
The box was full of dazzling jewelry, and he picked up one at random and observed it carefully for a while before putting it on the dressing table, and then picked up the other, like the previous action, and carefully observed it for a long time and then put it down, until he took out all the jewelry inside.
He looked at the jewelry on the dresser with a deep heart, not knowing what was going on in his mind.
There was silence for a moment, and slowly, one by one, in reverse order according to the order in which they were taken out, and then gently covered the makeup box and placed it on the dresser, even the position where it was put down was exactly the same as when it was picked up.
No matter how careful Ren Qingluan is, this makeup box looks like it has not been touched.
When he had put it away, he turned and looked at the ordinary carved wooden bed.
The bedding on the wooden bed is neatly stacked.
He walked over slowly, his hand gently caressing the futon, and his eyes were gloomy.
Qing Yinan sat on the edge of the bed, looked at the futon in his hand expressionlessly, and then took the tip of his nose and sniffed deeply, it was this smell, the smell of Qingluan's body.
Suddenly, as if he had been burned, he threw the futon away and stood up suddenly, his eyes full of chagrin and fear.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door.
Qing Yinan hurriedly tidied up the messy futon, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
But when he saw the comer, he was stunned.