The figure with a pair of obsidian-like pupils still couldn't help but stand in front of him who was sleeping. Gazing at the wounds on the lips and under the eyes at a high angle.

His sleeping face was so melancholy. What are you dreaming about in your dreams?

The obsidian was full of grief, and his brow furrowed heavily.

Do you dream that you are a mountain ghost who misses your son? Foolishly waiting and forgetting to return, like a beautiful flower, it is difficult to resist like a year of water in the mountains picking longevity of Ganoderma lucidum, rocks Lei Lei, kudzu vines everywhere like your figure My heart is entangled.

My heart secretly complains about you, and I wander here, forgetting to return. Are you also thinking about whether I have remorse, are you not available, or is it just wishful thinking on my part?

Sijun's you are as fragrant as Du Ruo in the mountains. But I thought that Childe was alone and gloomy, Childe, do you miss me, are you as true as my heart?

Until the thunder rolled and the night was dark, I still didn't give up and didn't return.

Still sad here alone. I hope you return soon.

The little shell pillows his arm and turns over and over, unable to figure out whether it is suspicious or there is a play; Yingluo has not returned from the village in vain to the evening, I don't know if it is tricky or wrong; Zhichun still can't move the thunder and thunder in the sky, and Gong San recognizes the bed so easy to fall asleep; the rest of the people do not close their doors at night, only Ziyou, who has slept for a day, at this time staring at his eyes, sitting and staring at his mosquito net.

There seems to be a fragile bubble made of light in the world, just under the big dark blue mulberry tree. Inside sleeps a melancholy elf in a dream. The world has nothing to do with him, the bubble is all he has. He strives to maintain the world realm, and the world realm is fragile and luminous.

A warm hand reached into the thin membrane of foam, and the world was not broken, and his cheeks suddenly warmed.

Open your eyes to the sea. It was still a dark night, and the big rough mulberry trees. But a warm hand patted on the slightly cool face. Canghai was stunned. Everything is less real than a dream.

He grabbed the man's sleeve violently, "...... Che, I see the little stone" said softly in a surprised tone, his eyes still foggy.

"Why are you sleeping here?" Divine Doctor Xun was neither angry nor angry, pulled his arm, and said, "Are you sleepwalking?"

"Che, the little stone is really here, he didn't leave" The man's eyes opened stupidly, and he sincerely prayed for trust as if panicked.

The divine doctor's frowning eyebrows tightened again, looked around suspiciously, and sighed, "Get up, go back to sleep." You know you're going to run around. ”

"You don't believe me?" Canghai seemed to wet his eyes tiredly, "He really came just now, and he just stood here looking at me...... I wanted to call him, but I was so tired that I didn't want to move...... But he really ...... "kneeling on the ground, his eyes were desperate, and he refused to get up."

"I believe it. The doctor grabbed his cold hand and tightened his thin shoulders, "I believe in you." ”

"Little Stone just ran into your dream, didn't he?"

"No......"

"You just have to go back to sleep......

"No, not ......"

"He'll show up. ”

"No, Che, he's really here, no, he didn't go, he didn't go" The tearful eyes panicked, the blood stains left in the wound became more and more pitiful, and his hands tightly grabbed the hem of the divine doctor's clothes, grabbed his chest, and hurt his heart.

"Shiro, you're dreaming. ”

"It's not that he just stood here, just standing in the place where you are standing now, he is looking at me so sadly, and he is still touching my face......"

The scorching flames exploded, and in the heart, splinters splattered.

"That's me"

The roar was suppressed, and the arms were domineering like fire, and the body that melted the ice and snow also felt pain. His voice was low and faint, but it was easy to hear trembling and choking.

“...... That's me, ahh. ”

"It's me standing here, it's me looking at you sadly, it's me touching your face......"...,

He was stunned and knelt in the arms of the divine doctor, with his mouth and eyes open, and pillowed on the divine doctor's shoulder.

"White, it's me...... From start to finish, I was the only one ......."

Deep emotions have long been slowly seeping into the small and almost imperceptible cracks, but suddenly at this moment of fragility and emptiness, the dam is broken and the flood bursts, and the soup is endless. It's not over the top of the whole head.

"Che...... Sorry ......"

The heart of the divine doctor was suddenly shaken by this sudden whisper, he was not waiting for this, but it seemed that he deserved it and had an unexpected gain. The steady breathing in his arms and the obedient snuggling seemed to be his greatest expectation for a long time. Half-frowning in disbelief, he turned his head sideways and pulled away from his warm embrace slightly.

Breathing steadily, snuggling obediently, it turned out that he had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

The divine doctor was stunned, and his face darkened. Reluctantly, he gently picked him up, still stuffed him in from the window and sat on the windowsill, and he did the same, and then carried him down.

The swing swept back, and there was a soft "click", and something fell from the windowsill.

The divine doctor first carried Canghai to bed, took off his jacket, shoes and socks to cover the quilt, and then turned around and closed the window and picked up the fallen objects.

It was a mulberry paper bag less than half the size of a palm, and it contained a handful of crushed black pearl powder.

The doctor turned his head to look at the sleeping Canghai who had not been woken up by such a big movement, he muttered his bloody lips and turned over to hug the quilt, pursed his lips tightly, pinched the mulberry paper for a while, still wrapped it and threw it on the windowsill, and strode away.

Outside the window, the lonely moon is cold, and the streamer is wandering, sometimes the clouds are hidden, and sometimes the clouds are gloomy. Gradually, the stars faded and the moon moved, the clouds were washed and reexposed, the rooster sang, and the world was white.

For what. Why do people in the world have the same sun on their heads, but they have a thousand differences. Some people have children, some people die of their fathers, some people are newly married, some people climb the ashes, some people go to high school, some people have strokes, some people can't eat, some people can't vomit. So what's the matter?

Some people smile often, and some people are sad about what they are; some people have no shortage of food and clothing, and some people die on the way; some people see each other at first sight, and some people see each other like enemies. It is difficult to solve it for what people are difficult to solve, and it is difficult for anyone to be happy for anything.

"What the hell is this for?"

Until the sky was bright and the red sun was rising, Canghai had been sitting with his right cheek in his hands for an hour, and he still couldn't figure out these questions.

So he had no choice but to shrug his shoulders, get up from the bed in Shi Xuan's room, and was suddenly stunned, and asked another one.

Why would I sleep in bed?

...... Oh my God, who took these shoes and socks off for me?

My God, who took off this garment for me?

The wind rushed to the window and pushed the window to see a black and thick tree trunk. Poke your head out. Can not see. Leaning out of the upper body, I saw the top of a tall mulberry tree. With the same sun...... ，