"No, very not. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Lying on the bed in the guest room of Aunt Zhen's house, Mo Xiaoxie tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The more he thought about what happened today, the deeper the doubts in his heart became, and he always felt that everything around him was strange, as if he was living in a false world, at the mercy of others.

Turning his head sideways to look at Pang Yuan's face that had fallen into a deep sleep, Mo Xiaoye sighed softly.

Originally, this kind of thing should be discussed with a trustworthy person, and Pang Yuan, who has the closest relationship with him, is undoubtedly the best choice.

But...... , it seems that you can only rely on yourself.

Mo Xiaoye slept on the outside of the bed, got up slowly, didn't make the slightest sound, and tiptoed out of the room.

Outside, the moonlight was hazy, and thick dark clouds obscured most of the sky, slowly moving, allowing the bright moonlight to disappear in and out of the land.

I think it's going to rain soon. Mo Xiaoye looked up at the half-moon sky and thought to himself.

Since you can't sleep for a while, why don't you go out for a walk first, maybe you can figure it out later.

Out of the door, on the bluestone road, Mo Xiaoye observed the grass and trees around him, but found that these things all made him feel strange and familiar.

Familiarly, these houses and doorways were all remembered in his memory, but what struck him as strange was that he could not remember when they were built, or anything about them.

And more importantly, birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm, and no one can avoid it, but he doesn't remember that anyone in this village has ever died, even if the village elder is close to old age, but his body is still healthy, and he can't see any trend of aging, which is something to be happy about, but it makes Mo Xiaoxie feel that this village is not normal.

"Little evil?"

Just when Mo Xiaoye was stunned, a low cry came from his side, making his body tremble slightly.

"Uncle Zhou?" Mo Xiaoxie turned around and found that it was actually an acquaintance, so he asked with some surprise: "Why are you still out for a stroll so late, and you can't sleep like me?"

"No, no. Uncle Zhou waved his hand with a smile, pointed to the bamboo basket that was carried behind him, and smiled without saying a word.

"This is the soil?" Mo Xiaoye carefully looked at the black thing he was carrying, and looked at it for a long time before asking uncertainly.

Turning his head to look at the sparse pure black soil, Uncle Zhou said with a smile: "To be precise, this soil is called flower soil, which is specially used to grow flowers. ”

"So amazing?" Mo Xiaoye hurriedly exclaimed when he heard his faint description.

"Hehe, it's nothing. Uncle Zhou smiled and said, "After all, besides us, there are many people who know what it is used for, so it's not something unusual." ”

"Look at this thing, there are hundreds of pounds, it must not be light, why don't I help you get it." ”

Mo Xiaoye suddenly saw that Uncle Zhou's shoulders were strangled tightly, and even his clothes were sunk into the flesh, so he hurriedly took a few steps forward and said in a concerned tone.

"No, I can handle it, you young man don't interfere. Uncle Zhou stretched out his hand and quickly pressed it on the strap on his shoulder, trying his best to stop Mo Xiaoxie's eager behavior, and rejected his kindness with a smile.

"No, very not. ”

Lying on the bed in the guest room of Aunt Zhen's house, Mo Xiaoxie tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The more he thought about what happened today, the deeper the doubts in his heart became, and he always felt that everything around him was strange, as if he was living in a false world, at the mercy of others.

Turning his head sideways to look at Pang Yuan's face that had fallen into a deep sleep, Mo Xiaoye sighed softly.

Originally, this kind of thing should be discussed with a trustworthy person, and Pang Yuan, who has the closest relationship with him, is undoubtedly the best choice.

But...... , it seems that you can only rely on yourself.

Mo Xiaoye slept on the outside of the bed, got up slowly, didn't make the slightest sound, and tiptoed out of the room.

Outside, the moonlight was hazy, and thick dark clouds obscured most of the sky, slowly moving, allowing the bright moonlight to disappear in and out of the land.

I think it's going to rain soon. Mo Xiaoye looked up at the half-moon sky and thought to himself.

Since you can't sleep for a while, why don't you go out for a walk first, maybe you can figure it out later.

Out of the door, on the bluestone road, Mo Xiaoye observed the grass and trees around him, but found that these things all made him feel strange and familiar.

Familiarly, these houses and doorways were all remembered in his memory, but what struck him as strange was that he could not remember when they were built, or anything about them.

And more importantly, birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm, and no one can avoid it, but he doesn't remember that anyone in this village has ever died, even if the village elder is close to old age, but his body is still healthy, and he can't see any trend of aging, which is something to be happy about, but it makes Mo Xiaoxie feel that this village is not normal.

"Little evil?"

Just when Mo Xiaoye was stunned, a low cry came from his side, making his body tremble slightly.

"Uncle Zhou?" Mo Xiaoxie turned around and found that it was actually an acquaintance, so he asked with some surprise: "Why are you still out for a stroll so late, and you can't sleep like me?"

"No, no. Uncle Zhou waved his hand with a smile, pointed to the bamboo basket that was carried behind him, and smiled without saying a word.

"This is the soil?" Mo Xiaoye carefully looked at the black thing he was carrying, and looked at it for a long time before asking uncertainly.

Turning his head to look at the sparse pure black soil, Uncle Zhou said with a smile: "To be precise, this soil is called flower soil, which is specially used to grow flowers. ”

"So amazing?" Mo Xiaoye hurriedly exclaimed when he heard his faint description.

"Hehe, it's nothing. Uncle Zhou smiled and said, "After all, besides us, there are many people who know what it is used for, so it's not something unusual." ”

"Look at this thing, there are hundreds of pounds, it must not be light, why don't I help you get it." ”

Mo Xiaoye suddenly saw that Uncle Zhou's shoulders were strangled tightly, and even his clothes were sunk into the flesh, so he hurriedly took a few steps forward and said in a concerned tone.

"No, I can handle it, you young man don't interfere. Uncle Zhou stretched out his hand and quickly pressed it on the strap on his shoulder, trying his best to stop Mo Xiaoxie's eager behavior, and rejected his kindness with a smile.

"No, very not. ”

Lying on the bed in the guest room of Aunt Zhen's house, Mo Xiaoxie tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The more he thought about what happened today, the deeper the doubts in his heart became, and he always felt that everything around him was strange, as if he was living in a false world, at the mercy of others.

Turning his head sideways to look at Pang Yuan's face that had fallen into a deep sleep, Mo Xiaoye sighed softly.

Originally, this kind of thing should be discussed with a trustworthy person, and Pang Yuan, who has the closest relationship with him, is undoubtedly the best choice.

But...... , it seems that you can only rely on yourself.

Mo Xiaoye slept on the outside of the bed, got up slowly, didn't make the slightest sound, and tiptoed out of the room.

Outside, the moonlight was hazy, and thick dark clouds obscured most of the sky, slowly moving, allowing the bright moonlight to disappear in and out of the land.

I think it's going to rain soon. Mo Xiaoye looked up at the half-moon sky and thought to himself.

Since you can't sleep for a while, why don't you go out for a walk first, maybe you can figure it out later.

Out of the door, on the bluestone road, Mo Xiaoye observed the grass and trees around him, but found that these things all made him feel strange and familiar.

Familiarly, these houses and doorways were all remembered in his memory, but what struck him as strange was that he could not remember when they were built, or anything about them.

And more importantly, birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm, and no one can avoid it, but he doesn't remember that anyone in this village has ever died, even if the village elder is close to old age, but his body is still healthy, and he can't see any trend of aging, which is something to be happy about, but it makes Mo Xiaoxie feel that this village is not normal.

"Little evil?"

Just when Mo Xiaoye was stunned, a low cry came from his side, making his body tremble slightly.

"Uncle Zhou?" Mo Xiaoxie turned around and found that it was actually an acquaintance, so he asked with some surprise: "Why are you still out for a stroll so late, and you can't sleep like me?"

"No, no. Uncle Zhou waved his hand with a smile, pointed to the bamboo basket that was carried behind him, and smiled without saying a word.

"This is the soil?" Mo Xiaoye carefully looked at the black thing he was carrying, and looked at it for a long time before asking uncertainly.

Turning his head to look at the sparse pure black soil, Uncle Zhou said with a smile: "To be precise, this soil is called flower soil, which is specially used to grow flowers. ”

"So amazing?" Mo Xiaoye hurriedly exclaimed when he heard his faint description.

"Hehe, it's nothing. Uncle Zhou smiled and said, "After all, besides us, there are many people who know what it is used for, so it's not something unusual." ”

"Look at this thing, there are hundreds of pounds, it must not be light, why don't I help you get it." ”

Mo Xiaoye suddenly saw that Uncle Zhou's shoulders were strangled tightly, and even his clothes were sunk into the flesh, so he hurriedly took a few steps forward and said in a concerned tone.

"No, I can handle it, you young man don't interfere. Uncle Zhou stretched out his hand and quickly pressed it on the strap on his shoulder, trying his best to stop Mo Xiaoxie's eager behavior, and rejected his kindness with a smile.

"No, very not. ”

Lying on the bed in the guest room of Aunt Zhen's house, Mo Xiaoxie tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The more he thought about what happened today, the deeper the doubts in his heart became, and he always felt that everything around him was strange, as if he was living in a false world, at the mercy of others.

Turning his head sideways to look at Pang Yuan's face that had fallen into a deep sleep, Mo Xiaoye sighed softly.

Originally, this kind of thing should be discussed with a trustworthy person, and Pang Yuan, who has the closest relationship with him, is undoubtedly the best choice.

But...... , it seems that you can only rely on yourself.

Mo Xiaoye slept on the outside of the bed, got up slowly, didn't make the slightest sound, and tiptoed out of the room.

Outside, the moonlight was hazy, and thick dark clouds obscured most of the sky, slowly moving, allowing the bright moonlight to disappear in and out of the land.

I think it's going to rain soon. Mo Xiaoye looked up at the half-moon sky and thought to himself.

Since you can't sleep for a while, why don't you go out for a walk first, maybe you can figure it out later.

Out of the door, on the bluestone road, Mo Xiaoye observed the grass and trees around him, but found that these things all made him feel strange and familiar.

Familiarly, these houses and doorways were all remembered in his memory, but what struck him as strange was that he could not remember when they were built, or anything about them.

And more importantly, birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm, and no one can avoid it, but he doesn't remember that anyone in this village has ever died, even if the village elder is close to old age, but his body is still healthy, and he can't see any trend of aging, which is something to be happy about, but it makes Mo Xiaoxie feel that this village is not normal.

"Little evil?"

Just when Mo Xiaoye was stunned, a low cry came from his side, making his body tremble slightly.

"Uncle Zhou?" Mo Xiaoxie turned around and found that it was actually an acquaintance, so he asked with some surprise: "Why are you still out for a stroll so late, and you can't sleep like me?"

"No, no. Uncle Zhou waved his hand with a smile, pointed to the bamboo basket that was carried behind him, and smiled without saying a word.

"This is the soil?" Mo Xiaoye carefully looked at the black thing he was carrying, and looked at it for a long time before asking uncertainly.

Turning his head to look at the sparse pure black soil, Uncle Zhou said with a smile: "To be precise, this soil is called flower soil, which is specially used to grow flowers. ”

"So amazing?" Mo Xiaoye hurriedly exclaimed when he heard his faint description.

"Hehe, it's nothing. Uncle Zhou smiled and said, "After all, besides us, there are many people who know what it is used for, so it's not something unusual." ”

"Look at this thing, there are hundreds of pounds, it must not be light, why don't I help you get it." ”

Mo Xiaoye suddenly saw that Uncle Zhou's shoulders were strangled tightly, and even his clothes were sunk into the flesh, so he hurriedly took a few steps forward and said in a concerned tone.

"No, I can handle it, you young man don't interfere. Uncle Zhou stretched out his hand and quickly pressed it on the strap on his shoulder, trying his best to stop Mo Xiaoxie's eager behavior, and rejected his kindness with a smile. (To be continued.) )