Chapter 98: 98
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After Mu Sheng went out in the morning, he never came back and didn't come back all day.
In the evening, Miaomiao followed Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao to the street for a walk, but did not see his shadow.
"He may have heard us."
Liu Fu Yi made a conclusion, looked at Miaomiao's face, and sighed, "let him be quiet."
Ling Miaomiao sat by the bed and lit the lamp. Without saying a word, he waited until midnight, breathed a sigh, left the lamp on the table, opened the quilt and lay on the bed.
Since that spring breeze, he has collected the blanket on the ground and slept by her side every night.
Usually this person is very sticky and often hugs her out of breath. Later, she finds a solution - holding him actively.
Once she reached out to him, he would be so obedient and motionless that she would hold him, like a cool big doll on her bed.
Today, her large doll was lost. She was lying on the bed alone. She felt the chill seeping out of the bed board, coming in from her back and covering her whole body. The quilt could not resist the damp cold.
She turned over irritably and looked at the wall with her eyes open. She felt the frost like chill seeping under her scalp. Her temples were bulging, and she wanted to get out of her eyes.
Miaomiao puts her wrist on her forehead and thinks in despair: she is really promising. She wants to cry because she can't find the Black Lotus.
Thinking about this, the door moved slightly. Someone pushed the door in and closed it gently.
She choked, her heart pounding in her chest.
Back
Mu Sheng came in and saw a warm light on the table. It lit the room very bright. He was stunned.
He walked slowly and quietly, and touched the candle twice. It seemed that he wanted to bake the fire with this little light. Then he looked up at the figures in the tent. The warm yellow light reflected in his dark pupils. He watched for a long time in silence.
Miaomiao closed his eyes nervously and pretended to sleep. His fingertips curled up and gently touched the back of his hand. His fingertips were cold and wet.
He stood there, like a ghost, which made her worry about her movement and scared him away.
A strong smell of blood mixed with the cold wind outside the door, slowly spread over.
Instead of going to bed, he just stood for a while and went out.
He pumped a bucket of cold water in the compartment, then took off his bloody coat in late autumn and soaked himself in.
Exhaled a breath of white gas, he put his face against the wall of the barrel, the water drops rolled down his side face, and the dark eyes seemed to surge with waves.
At that moment, he was almost melted by the lamp.
However, he felt that he came in with a piercing winter night, with a sense of killing and blood on his back. It was like an alien invasion to the warm room and the sleeping girl in the tent.
For the first time, I hated the blood on my body and the gloom of my whole body.
The more I love her, the more I hate myself.
*
Ling Miaomiao accidentally sleeps in the fear of waiting, and only when the bell at the corner of the bed rings gently does she wake up.
He took a bath, changed his clean clothes, and didn't climb into bed quietly until the middle of the night and lay quietly beside her.
Only this time, he didn't stick close to her, leaving a person's width in the middle. He lay rigidly on the edge of the bed, and then turned over and fell.
What's going on? She is a little impatient, a hand outstretched, touched a person, buckled his waist.
Mu Sheng felt her embracing him and pulling him to the middle of the bed.
The air is still filled with a touch of blood that can not be washed away. His eyes flash and look at her in the dim light: "wake you up?"
"No sleep." Ling Miaomiao lay on his side and looked at him. He pulled him to himself and said softly, "what are you doing hiding so far?"
The boy turned over and almost pressed her on the right angle between the wall and the bed. He pinched her chin and said, "don't you want to ask me what I'm doing?"
"What else can I do?" Miaomiao let him lift his face, sniffing the smell of rust floating in the air, pause, tone frivolous, "kill and set fire to chant."
He could not help kissing her on her soft and warm neck. He seemed to be eager for comfort. His action was not gentle, and his tone was cool: "are you afraid?"
Ling Miaomiao took out his face and looked at it anxiously for a long time: "since you killed the water ghost, I've been watching it all the time? You're asking now. It's a little late. "
She poked Mu Sheng's face, smile a little schadenfreude meaning: "you are not the first time to do this, how this time also affectation up."
The young man lowered his eyelashes.
Yes. He has been walking in the world for so many years. He is arrogant and arrogant. His hands are covered with the blood of demons. Killing people is just a matter of a moment. He never feels guilty.
But why did he feel that he had committed a terrible crime when she held him like this?Miaomiao not only didn't smile, but he became more and more depressed. He was also frustrated. He held his face, gave him a kiss on the cheek, cleared his throat and said, "I also killed the water ghost."
She blinked, learned his expression, and made an exaggerated look: "I'm very sad, too."
"I killed the ghost. Are you afraid, Ziqi?" She whimpered, "huh? Are you afraid? "
She couldn't help laughing. She touched his hair like a little animal.
The young man was staring at her, as if he had found a new world, and his eyes seemed to tremble with light.
Miaomiao touched his arm, rolled over and hugged him: "you are so cold."
She shivered, her teeth trembling. "Can't you take a bath in cold water?"
Mu Sheng didn't make a sound. He pulled the quilt up to cover her back.
She unfolded her warm self and held him in her arms to pass the temperature of her whole body.
"Next time you bathe in cold water, I won't hold you. I'll freeze to death It's dead. "
Mu Sheng pauses for a while, the lip of tiny cool, along her neck downward kiss.
Ling Miaomiao thinks that she and Musheng are like a real-life version of farmer and snake. She makes the snake hot. When he comes to life, he starts to bite in her arms.
He went down to her belly, and the kiss was getting hotter and hotter. With trembling breath, he reached behind her and skillfully pulled out the lace from her back.
The bells in the corner of the bed began to ring.
"Why did you go down..." The girl's eyes on the bed were full of water color. She fished out in a panic. If she didn't, she would have slipped down, "don't..."
Her words dropped abruptly and turned into a sob of panic.
His kisses were confused and hot. His white legs were soft on his shoulders, and his ankles were small. He was shaking restlessly and helpless.
"Ziqi..."
"Ziqi Ziqi..."
Mu Sheng raised his head and looked up. The girl's face was flushed, and there was a little flustered in the ending.
She's dying
Somehow, when this thought came out, deep pity and overwhelming desire appeared in his mind at the same time. He thought obstinately, what would happen if he didn't stop?
She began to struggle up to escape, he grabbed her waist, pressed her in place, and lit a fire.
Then, the clouds trembled and turned into a pool of soft water, which could not be fished out.
The bell jingled, and with a heart of surprise, he slowly and gently gathered up the pool of water and made her a woman again.
*
in the twinkling of an eye, it ushered in the first snow of the year.
Snow outside the window, boiling water on the stove inside, Miaomiao also put on a coat with a hairy collar inside.
When the news of Princess Zhao's death came from Chang'an, the leading group was eating around the table.
Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi looked at each other and knew each other, but they didn't say a word. Mu Sheng takes a look at Ling Miaomiao. She just pauses with chopsticks and continues to eat as usual. She calmly eats two liang of rice and praises Mu Yao's cooking skills.
In a word, everyone pretends to be deaf to a certain guess and indulges the most suspect to the greatest extent.
Nevertheless, Ling Miaomiao observes his words and finds that Mu Sheng seems not very happy.
When he has something on his mind, his eyebrows droop and he doesn't say a word. There seems to be no clue on his face. But since he was with him, she somehow acquired an ability. Even if he covered up himself, she could see that he was not happy.
Although she didn't quite understand why heilianhua suddenly resisted the killing and arson he didn't care about before, she was also unhappy with a big fluffy and heavy black cloud sitting beside her.
When Liu Fuyi reaches out his chopsticks and takes away the last steamed bread of coarse cereals on the bamboo screen, he suddenly finds Ling Miaomiao staring at him expectantly.
Just as he wanted to feed the steamed bread to his mouth, he hesitated to move it away and said, "wonderful You are Do you want to eat? "
Ling Miaomiao shakes his head and holds the empty bamboo sieve on the table with two bright eyes: "brother Liu, can you give this to me?"
“……” Liu Fuyi could not laugh or cry, chewed up the steamed bread, "OK, there's something in the shop at the door. I'll buy a new one tomorrow."
Ling Miaomiao nods. In Liu Fuyi's and Mu Yao's surprised eyes, he contentedly holds Dazhu sieve back to the room.
Snowflakes in the courtyard of the bluestone board fluffy to accumulate a thin layer, like a delicate cake on the soft icing, sporadic a few yellow leaves tree branches withered dumb, stained with a little white.
Ling Miaomiao squatted in the yard, brushing away a small piece of snow with his gloved hand, carefully propped up the bamboo sieve with a short stick, exhaled a white breath, and a layer of sweat came out of his forehead.
Suddenly behind a warm, she turned around, Mu Sheng in her body gently put up a cape, almost her whole person covered.She stood up and looked back. The snow was still falling. Small pieces of snow were whirled by the wind, and large pieces of snow fell together. It was like flying catkins in spring. Thin snowflakes fell on the shoulders of the young man. It was obvious that she had been standing for a while.
Ling Miaomiao reached out to touch his clothes, single-layer, then he untied his cape and put it on him on tiptoe.
"Why are you wearing so little? Here you are
Mu Sheng pinched the edge of the Cape and looked at her with dark eyes. He seemed to have some doubts: "I'm not cold."
Ling Miaomiao took off his gloves and suddenly reached out his warm hand to touch his cold face. He said with a smile, "isn't it cold yet?" He threw his gloves to him. "Here you are. Here you are."
Seeing that she was in a daze with her gloves, she stretched her hand behind his neck again, untied some belts, removed the hairy collar from his coat, and quickly gathered around his neck.
The dark gray Rex Rabbit's hair is fluffy and soft, which makes his face more white, lips red, eyes black and pure. He looks like a doll made of powder and jade. He looks askance, grabs the collar, pulls his face to him, stands on tiptoe and kisses him on the cheek.
“……” Mu Sheng touched his side face and gazed at her. His soul flew to the sky.
Ling Miaomiao looked at him and laughed. His pink lips looked like petals of early spring. With a little bit of naive pride, he seemed to make fun of him. He immediately squatted down and tied a rope on his rolling pin.
“…… What are you doing? " Mu Sheng looks at her back, and her sight finally falls on the bamboo screen which is supported on the ground.
A small piece of snow has accumulated on the top of the inverted bamboo screen, the hexagonal ice crystals that have not yet melted are shining, but the ground under the bamboo screen is very clean.
"Catching birds." Ling Miaomiao answered briskly while busy, clapped her hands and stood up. She gasped in her hands. "There's an empty cage hanging in the room. It's frightening."
The bird cage in the corner of the room was left by the former owner of the house. I don't know why it hasn't been taken away. It's hanging there alone and covered with ashes.
He saw Miaomiao wipe it clean and put it on the table.
Mu Sheng's eyes seemed to be puzzled. He looked up at the gray sky surrounded by the square yard. Occasionally, a bird flew by. It was dark and shivering. It seemed that he was also wet by the snow.
He put the wonderful gloves into his arms, took out a few pieces of Rune paper from his sleeve and said, "I'll help you catch them."
"Don't use runes." Miaomiao grabbed his hand, pointed to the ground and laughed excitedly. "It's interesting to catch like this." Poke him. "Come on, you go to the kitchen and get some corn."
Mu Sheng took a look at her smile, collected the Fu paper and obediently went to the kitchen.
*
it's hard to find food in winter. The magpie is so hungry that it can't cry. After the light snow stops, it droops its wings and walks dejectedly on the wall.
Mung bean's big eyes look around. It's been staring at the millet for a long time. It's put by people. It's piled into a small mountain. I don't know what to do with it. There's only a straw hat like thing next to it. It's lifeless.
Anyway, no one seems to be watching.
It flew down from the wall, began to pace in the yard, pretending to be unintentionally slowly close to the hill.
Behind the rockery, Ling Miaomiao saw the right time and gave the rope to the people beside him: "here, you pull it."
Mu Sheng was suddenly stuffed with a rope. Looking back, the girl next to him was in front of the crack in the cave, like a rabbit with ears erect with excitement.
“……” His eyelashes trembled, even a little nervous, "I pull?"
"Yes, you do." Ling Miaomiao pulled his clothes and pulled him to his side. He joked in a low voice, "if you can't catch it, you can't..."
Before his words were heard, he suddenly closed his hand and got into the shadow. Just as the magpie picked up the second mouthful of millet, he was terrified to find a huge object knocking down from his head.
"Cha..."
"Hold on, hold on!" Ling Miaomiao jumps, grabs his wrist, excitedly pulls him out, and quickly squats on the edge of the inverted bamboo screen. He doesn't care about the wet water stains on his skirt, and carefully lifts the bamboo screen.
"Chirp..." Seeing the light, the bird suddenly went out and flapped its wings in a panic. It stepped on the back of her outstretched hand and was about to break free. Miaomiao opened her eyes wide, "ah..."
Mu Sheng's eyes are quick, hands together, in the air a close it in the palm, feel the hands of the living creatures in the wings struggling.
Pinching off countless cervical vertebrae, he wrapped a lively bird lightly without blood. The tip of the bird's wing swept on his palm, wild and wet.
He suddenly felt the reversal of time and space, as if he were the child many years ago, and finally gathered the vibrant, pure and beautiful world in his hand.
The feeling of struggling is the heart that starts to beat slowly in a pool of dead water. Bang bang, bang bang, jump and red.
His black eyes flickered, looking at the girl's delicate face, for a long time before opening his lips: "caught."
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After Mu Sheng went out in the morning, he never came back and didn't come back all day.
In the evening, Miaomiao followed Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao to the street for a walk, but did not see his shadow.
"He may have heard us."
Liu Fu Yi made a conclusion, looked at Miaomiao's face, and sighed, "let him be quiet."
Ling Miaomiao sat by the bed and lit the lamp. Without saying a word, he waited until midnight, breathed a sigh, left the lamp on the table, opened the quilt and lay on the bed.
Since that spring breeze, he has collected the blanket on the ground and slept by her side every night.
Usually this person is very sticky and often hugs her out of breath. Later, she finds a solution - holding him actively.
Once she reached out to him, he would be so obedient and motionless that she would hold him, like a cool big doll on her bed.
Today, her large doll was lost. She was lying on the bed alone. She felt the chill seeping out of the bed board, coming in from her back and covering her whole body. The quilt could not resist the damp cold.
She turned over irritably and looked at the wall with her eyes open. She felt the frost like chill seeping under her scalp. Her temples were bulging, and she wanted to get out of her eyes.
Miaomiao puts her wrist on her forehead and thinks in despair: she is really promising. She wants to cry because she can't find the Black Lotus.
Thinking about this, the door moved slightly. Someone pushed the door in and closed it gently.
She choked, her heart pounding in her chest.
Back
Mu Sheng came in and saw a warm light on the table. It lit the room very bright. He was stunned.
He walked slowly and quietly, and touched the candle twice. It seemed that he wanted to bake the fire with this little light. Then he looked up at the figures in the tent. The warm yellow light reflected in his dark pupils. He watched for a long time in silence.
Miaomiao closed his eyes nervously and pretended to sleep. His fingertips curled up and gently touched the back of his hand. His fingertips were cold and wet.
He stood there, like a ghost, which made her worry about her movement and scared him away.
A strong smell of blood mixed with the cold wind outside the door, slowly spread over.
Instead of going to bed, he just stood for a while and went out.
He pumped a bucket of cold water in the compartment, then took off his bloody coat in late autumn and soaked himself in.
Exhaled a breath of white gas, he put his face against the wall of the barrel, the water drops rolled down his side face, and the dark eyes seemed to surge with waves.
At that moment, he was almost melted by the lamp.
However, he felt that he came in with a piercing winter night, with a sense of killing and blood on his back. It was like an alien invasion to the warm room and the sleeping girl in the tent.
For the first time, I hated the blood on my body and the gloom of my whole body.
The more I love her, the more I hate myself.
*
Ling Miaomiao accidentally sleeps in the fear of waiting, and only when the bell at the corner of the bed rings gently does she wake up.
He took a bath, changed his clean clothes, and didn't climb into bed quietly until the middle of the night and lay quietly beside her.
Only this time, he didn't stick close to her, leaving a person's width in the middle. He lay rigidly on the edge of the bed, and then turned over and fell.
What's going on? She is a little impatient, a hand outstretched, touched a person, buckled his waist.
Mu Sheng felt her embracing him and pulling him to the middle of the bed.
The air is still filled with a touch of blood that can not be washed away. His eyes flash and look at her in the dim light: "wake you up?"
"No sleep." Ling Miaomiao lay on his side and looked at him. He pulled him to himself and said softly, "what are you doing hiding so far?"
The boy turned over and almost pressed her on the right angle between the wall and the bed. He pinched her chin and said, "don't you want to ask me what I'm doing?"
"What else can I do?" Miaomiao let him lift his face, sniffing the smell of rust floating in the air, pause, tone frivolous, "kill and set fire to chant."
He could not help kissing her on her soft and warm neck. He seemed to be eager for comfort. His action was not gentle, and his tone was cool: "are you afraid?"
Ling Miaomiao took out his face and looked at it anxiously for a long time: "since you killed the water ghost, I've been watching it all the time? You're asking now. It's a little late. "
She poked Mu Sheng's face, smile a little schadenfreude meaning: "you are not the first time to do this, how this time also affectation up."
The young man lowered his eyelashes.
Yes. He has been walking in the world for so many years. He is arrogant and arrogant. His hands are covered with the blood of demons. Killing people is just a matter of a moment. He never feels guilty.
But why did he feel that he had committed a terrible crime when she held him like this?Miaomiao not only didn't smile, but he became more and more depressed. He was also frustrated. He held his face, gave him a kiss on the cheek, cleared his throat and said, "I also killed the water ghost."
She blinked, learned his expression, and made an exaggerated look: "I'm very sad, too."
"I killed the ghost. Are you afraid, Ziqi?" She whimpered, "huh? Are you afraid? "
She couldn't help laughing. She touched his hair like a little animal.
The young man was staring at her, as if he had found a new world, and his eyes seemed to tremble with light.
Miaomiao touched his arm, rolled over and hugged him: "you are so cold."
She shivered, her teeth trembling. "Can't you take a bath in cold water?"
Mu Sheng didn't make a sound. He pulled the quilt up to cover her back.
She unfolded her warm self and held him in her arms to pass the temperature of her whole body.
"Next time you bathe in cold water, I won't hold you. I'll freeze to death It's dead. "
Mu Sheng pauses for a while, the lip of tiny cool, along her neck downward kiss.
Ling Miaomiao thinks that she and Musheng are like a real-life version of farmer and snake. She makes the snake hot. When he comes to life, he starts to bite in her arms.
He went down to her belly, and the kiss was getting hotter and hotter. With trembling breath, he reached behind her and skillfully pulled out the lace from her back.
The bells in the corner of the bed began to ring.
"Why did you go down..." The girl's eyes on the bed were full of water color. She fished out in a panic. If she didn't, she would have slipped down, "don't..."
Her words dropped abruptly and turned into a sob of panic.
His kisses were confused and hot. His white legs were soft on his shoulders, and his ankles were small. He was shaking restlessly and helpless.
"Ziqi..."
"Ziqi Ziqi..."
Mu Sheng raised his head and looked up. The girl's face was flushed, and there was a little flustered in the ending.
She's dying
Somehow, when this thought came out, deep pity and overwhelming desire appeared in his mind at the same time. He thought obstinately, what would happen if he didn't stop?
She began to struggle up to escape, he grabbed her waist, pressed her in place, and lit a fire.
Then, the clouds trembled and turned into a pool of soft water, which could not be fished out.
The bell jingled, and with a heart of surprise, he slowly and gently gathered up the pool of water and made her a woman again.
*
in the twinkling of an eye, it ushered in the first snow of the year.
Snow outside the window, boiling water on the stove inside, Miaomiao also put on a coat with a hairy collar inside.
When the news of Princess Zhao's death came from Chang'an, the leading group was eating around the table.
Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi looked at each other and knew each other, but they didn't say a word. Mu Sheng takes a look at Ling Miaomiao. She just pauses with chopsticks and continues to eat as usual. She calmly eats two liang of rice and praises Mu Yao's cooking skills.
In a word, everyone pretends to be deaf to a certain guess and indulges the most suspect to the greatest extent.
Nevertheless, Ling Miaomiao observes his words and finds that Mu Sheng seems not very happy.
When he has something on his mind, his eyebrows droop and he doesn't say a word. There seems to be no clue on his face. But since he was with him, she somehow acquired an ability. Even if he covered up himself, she could see that he was not happy.
Although she didn't quite understand why heilianhua suddenly resisted the killing and arson he didn't care about before, she was also unhappy with a big fluffy and heavy black cloud sitting beside her.
When Liu Fuyi reaches out his chopsticks and takes away the last steamed bread of coarse cereals on the bamboo screen, he suddenly finds Ling Miaomiao staring at him expectantly.
Just as he wanted to feed the steamed bread to his mouth, he hesitated to move it away and said, "wonderful You are Do you want to eat? "
Ling Miaomiao shakes his head and holds the empty bamboo sieve on the table with two bright eyes: "brother Liu, can you give this to me?"
“……” Liu Fuyi could not laugh or cry, chewed up the steamed bread, "OK, there's something in the shop at the door. I'll buy a new one tomorrow."
Ling Miaomiao nods. In Liu Fuyi's and Mu Yao's surprised eyes, he contentedly holds Dazhu sieve back to the room.
Snowflakes in the courtyard of the bluestone board fluffy to accumulate a thin layer, like a delicate cake on the soft icing, sporadic a few yellow leaves tree branches withered dumb, stained with a little white.
Ling Miaomiao squatted in the yard, brushing away a small piece of snow with his gloved hand, carefully propped up the bamboo sieve with a short stick, exhaled a white breath, and a layer of sweat came out of his forehead.
Suddenly behind a warm, she turned around, Mu Sheng in her body gently put up a cape, almost her whole person covered.She stood up and looked back. The snow was still falling. Small pieces of snow were whirled by the wind, and large pieces of snow fell together. It was like flying catkins in spring. Thin snowflakes fell on the shoulders of the young man. It was obvious that she had been standing for a while.
Ling Miaomiao reached out to touch his clothes, single-layer, then he untied his cape and put it on him on tiptoe.
"Why are you wearing so little? Here you are
Mu Sheng pinched the edge of the Cape and looked at her with dark eyes. He seemed to have some doubts: "I'm not cold."
Ling Miaomiao took off his gloves and suddenly reached out his warm hand to touch his cold face. He said with a smile, "isn't it cold yet?" He threw his gloves to him. "Here you are. Here you are."
Seeing that she was in a daze with her gloves, she stretched her hand behind his neck again, untied some belts, removed the hairy collar from his coat, and quickly gathered around his neck.
The dark gray Rex Rabbit's hair is fluffy and soft, which makes his face more white, lips red, eyes black and pure. He looks like a doll made of powder and jade. He looks askance, grabs the collar, pulls his face to him, stands on tiptoe and kisses him on the cheek.
“……” Mu Sheng touched his side face and gazed at her. His soul flew to the sky.
Ling Miaomiao looked at him and laughed. His pink lips looked like petals of early spring. With a little bit of naive pride, he seemed to make fun of him. He immediately squatted down and tied a rope on his rolling pin.
“…… What are you doing? " Mu Sheng looks at her back, and her sight finally falls on the bamboo screen which is supported on the ground.
A small piece of snow has accumulated on the top of the inverted bamboo screen, the hexagonal ice crystals that have not yet melted are shining, but the ground under the bamboo screen is very clean.
"Catching birds." Ling Miaomiao answered briskly while busy, clapped her hands and stood up. She gasped in her hands. "There's an empty cage hanging in the room. It's frightening."
The bird cage in the corner of the room was left by the former owner of the house. I don't know why it hasn't been taken away. It's hanging there alone and covered with ashes.
He saw Miaomiao wipe it clean and put it on the table.
Mu Sheng's eyes seemed to be puzzled. He looked up at the gray sky surrounded by the square yard. Occasionally, a bird flew by. It was dark and shivering. It seemed that he was also wet by the snow.
He put the wonderful gloves into his arms, took out a few pieces of Rune paper from his sleeve and said, "I'll help you catch them."
"Don't use runes." Miaomiao grabbed his hand, pointed to the ground and laughed excitedly. "It's interesting to catch like this." Poke him. "Come on, you go to the kitchen and get some corn."
Mu Sheng took a look at her smile, collected the Fu paper and obediently went to the kitchen.
*
it's hard to find food in winter. The magpie is so hungry that it can't cry. After the light snow stops, it droops its wings and walks dejectedly on the wall.
Mung bean's big eyes look around. It's been staring at the millet for a long time. It's put by people. It's piled into a small mountain. I don't know what to do with it. There's only a straw hat like thing next to it. It's lifeless.
Anyway, no one seems to be watching.
It flew down from the wall, began to pace in the yard, pretending to be unintentionally slowly close to the hill.
Behind the rockery, Ling Miaomiao saw the right time and gave the rope to the people beside him: "here, you pull it."
Mu Sheng was suddenly stuffed with a rope. Looking back, the girl next to him was in front of the crack in the cave, like a rabbit with ears erect with excitement.
“……” His eyelashes trembled, even a little nervous, "I pull?"
"Yes, you do." Ling Miaomiao pulled his clothes and pulled him to his side. He joked in a low voice, "if you can't catch it, you can't..."
Before his words were heard, he suddenly closed his hand and got into the shadow. Just as the magpie picked up the second mouthful of millet, he was terrified to find a huge object knocking down from his head.
"Cha..."
"Hold on, hold on!" Ling Miaomiao jumps, grabs his wrist, excitedly pulls him out, and quickly squats on the edge of the inverted bamboo screen. He doesn't care about the wet water stains on his skirt, and carefully lifts the bamboo screen.
"Chirp..." Seeing the light, the bird suddenly went out and flapped its wings in a panic. It stepped on the back of her outstretched hand and was about to break free. Miaomiao opened her eyes wide, "ah..."
Mu Sheng's eyes are quick, hands together, in the air a close it in the palm, feel the hands of the living creatures in the wings struggling.
Pinching off countless cervical vertebrae, he wrapped a lively bird lightly without blood. The tip of the bird's wing swept on his palm, wild and wet.
He suddenly felt the reversal of time and space, as if he were the child many years ago, and finally gathered the vibrant, pure and beautiful world in his hand.
The feeling of struggling is the heart that starts to beat slowly in a pool of dead water. Bang bang, bang bang, jump and red.
His black eyes flickered, looking at the girl's delicate face, for a long time before opening his lips: "caught."
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After Mu Sheng went out in the morning, he never came back and didn't come back all day. In the evening, Miaomiao followed Liu Fuyi and Mu Yao to the street for a walk, but did not see his shadow. "He may have heard us." Liu Fu Yi made a conclusion, looked at Miaomiao's face, and sighed, "let him be quiet." Ling Miaomiao sat by the bed and lit the lamp. Without saying a word, he waited until midnight, breathed a sigh, left the lamp on the table, opened the quilt and lay on the bed. Since that spring breeze, he has collected the blanket on the ground and slept by her side every night. Usually this person is very sticky and often hugs her out of breath. Later, she finds a solution - holding him actively. Once she reached out to him, he would be so obedient and motionless that she would hold him, like a cool big doll on her bed. Today, her large doll was lost. She was lying on the bed alone. She felt the chill seeping out of the bed board, coming in from her back and covering her whole body. The quilt could not resist the damp cold. She turned over irritably and looked at the wall with her eyes open. She felt the frost like chill seeping under her scalp. Her temples were bulging, and she wanted to get out of her eyes. Miaomiao puts her wrist on her forehead and thinks in despair: she is really promising. She wants to cry because she can't find the Black Lotus. Thinking about this, the door moved slightly. Someone pushed the door in and closed it gently. She choked, her heart pounding in her chest. Back Mu Sheng came in and saw a warm light on the table. It lit the room very bright. He was stunned. He walked slowly and quietly, and touched the candle twice. It seemed that he wanted to bake the fire with this little light. Then he looked up at the figures in the tent. The warm yellow light reflected in his dark pupils. He watched for a long time in silence. Miaomiao closed his eyes nervously and pretended to sleep. His fingertips curled up and gently touched the back of his hand. His fingertips were cold and wet. He stood there, like a ghost, which made her worry about her movement and scared him away. A strong smell of blood mixed with the cold wind outside the door, slowly spread over. Instead of going to bed, he just stood for a while and went out. He pumped a bucket of cold water in the compartment, then took off his bloody coat in late autumn and soaked himself in. Exhaled a breath of white gas, he put his face against the wall of the barrel, the water drops rolled down his side face, and the dark eyes seemed to surge with waves. At that moment, he was almost melted by the lamp. However, he felt that he came in with a piercing winter night, with a sense of killing and blood on his back. It was like an alien invasion to the warm room and the sleeping girl in the tent. For the first time, I hated the blood on my body and the gloom of my whole body. The more I love her, the more I hate myself. * Ling Miaomiao accidentally sleeps in the fear of waiting, and only when the bell at the corner of the bed rings gently does she wake up. He took a bath, changed his clean clothes, and didn't climb into bed quietly until the middle of the night and lay quietly beside her. Only this time, he didn't stick close to her, leaving a person's width in the middle. He lay rigidly on the edge of the bed, and then turned over and fell. What's going on? She is a little impatient, a hand outstretched, touched a person, buckled his waist. Mu Sheng felt her embracing him and pulling him to the middle of the bed. The air is still filled with a touch of blood that can not be washed away. His eyes flash and look at her in the dim light: "wake you up?" "No sleep." Ling Miaomiao lay on his side and looked at him. He pulled him to himself and said softly, "what are you doing hiding so far?" The boy turned over and almost pressed her on the right angle between the wall and the bed. He pinched her chin and said, "don't you want to ask me what I'm doing?" "What else can I do?" Miaomiao let him lift his face, sniffing the smell of rust floating in the air, pause, tone frivolous, "kill and set fire to chant." He could not help kissing her on her soft and warm neck. He seemed to be eager for comfort. His action was not gentle, and his tone was cool: "are you afraid?" Ling Miaomiao took out his face and looked at it anxiously for a long time: "since you killed the water ghost, I've been watching it all the time? You're asking now. It's a little late. " She poked Mu Sheng's face, smile a little schadenfreude meaning: "you are not the first time to do this, how this time also affectation up." The young man lowered his eyelashes. Yes. He has been walking in the world for so many years. He is arrogant and arrogant. His hands are covered with the blood of demons. Killing people is just a matter of a moment. He never feels guilty. But why did he feel that he had committed a terrible crime when she held him like this?Miaomiao not only didn't smile, but he became more and more depressed. He was also frustrated. He held his face, gave him a kiss on the cheek, cleared his throat and said, "I also killed the water ghost." She blinked, learned his expression, and made an exaggerated look: "I'm very sad, too." "I killed the ghost. Are you afraid, Ziqi?" She whimpered, "huh? Are you afraid? " She couldn't help laughing. She touched his hair like a little animal. The young man was staring at her, as if he had found a new world, and his eyes seemed to tremble with light. Miaomiao touched his arm, rolled over and hugged him: "you are so cold." She shivered, her teeth trembling. "Can't you take a bath in cold water?" Mu Sheng didn't make a sound. He pulled the quilt up to cover her back. She unfolded her warm self and held him in her arms to pass the temperature of her whole body. "Next time you bathe in cold water, I won't hold you. I'll freeze to death It's dead. " Mu Sheng pauses for a while, the lip of tiny cool, along her neck downward kiss. Ling Miaomiao thinks that she and Musheng are like a real-life version of farmer and snake. She makes the snake hot. When he comes to life, he starts to bite in her arms. He went down to her belly, and the kiss was getting hotter and hotter. With trembling breath, he reached behind her and skillfully pulled out the lace from her back. The bells in the corner of the bed began to ring. "Why did you go down..." The girl's eyes on the bed were full of water color. She fished out in a panic. If she didn't, she would have slipped down, "don't..." Her words dropped abruptly and turned into a sob of panic. His kisses were confused and hot. His white legs were soft on his shoulders, and his ankles were small. He was shaking restlessly and helpless. "Ziqi..." "Ziqi Ziqi..." Mu Sheng raised his head and looked up. The girl's face was flushed, and there was a little flustered in the ending. She's dying Somehow, when this thought came out, deep pity and overwhelming desire appeared in his mind at the same time. He thought obstinately, what would happen if he didn't stop? She began to struggle up to escape, he grabbed her waist, pressed her in place, and lit a fire. Then, the clouds trembled and turned into a pool of soft water, which could not be fished out. The bell jingled, and with a heart of surprise, he slowly and gently gathered up the pool of water and made her a woman again. * in the twinkling of an eye, it ushered in the first snow of the year. Snow outside the window, boiling water on the stove inside, Miaomiao also put on a coat with a hairy collar inside. When the news of Princess Zhao's death came from Chang'an, the leading group was eating around the table. Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi looked at each other and knew each other, but they didn't say a word. Mu Sheng takes a look at Ling Miaomiao. She just pauses with chopsticks and continues to eat as usual. She calmly eats two liang of rice and praises Mu Yao's cooking skills. In a word, everyone pretends to be deaf to a certain guess and indulges the most suspect to the greatest extent. Nevertheless, Ling Miaomiao observes his words and finds that Mu Sheng seems not very happy. When he has something on his mind, his eyebrows droop and he doesn't say a word. There seems to be no clue on his face. But since he was with him, she somehow acquired an ability. Even if he covered up himself, she could see that he was not happy. Although she didn't quite understand why heilianhua suddenly resisted the killing and arson he didn't care about before, she was also unhappy with a big fluffy and heavy black cloud sitting beside her. When Liu Fuyi reaches out his chopsticks and takes away the last steamed bread of coarse cereals on the bamboo screen, he suddenly finds Ling Miaomiao staring at him expectantly. Just as he wanted to feed the steamed bread to his mouth, he hesitated to move it away and said, "wonderful You are Do you want to eat? " Ling Miaomiao shakes his head and holds the empty bamboo sieve on the table with two bright eyes: "brother Liu, can you give this to me?" Liu Fuyi could not laugh or cry, chewed up the steamed bread, "OK, there's something in the shop at the door. I'll buy a new one tomorrow." Ling Miaomiao nods. In Liu Fuyi's and Mu Yao's surprised eyes, he contentedly holds Dazhu sieve back to the room. Snowflakes in the courtyard of the bluestone board fluffy to accumulate a thin layer, like a delicate cake on the soft icing, sporadic a few yellow leaves tree branches withered dumb, stained with a little white. Ling Miaomiao squatted in the yard, brushing away a small piece of snow with his gloved hand, carefully propped up the bamboo sieve with a short stick, exhaled a white breath, and a layer of sweat came out of his forehead. Suddenly behind a warm, she turned around, Mu Sheng in her body gently put up a cape, almost her whole person covered.She stood up and looked back. The snow was still falling. Small pieces of snow were whirled by the wind, and large pieces of snow fell together. It was like flying catkins in spring. Thin snowflakes fell on the shoulders of the young man. It was obvious that she had been standing for a while. Ling Miaomiao reached out to touch his clothes, single-layer, then he untied his cape and put it on him on tiptoe. "Why are you wearing so little? Here you are Mu Sheng pinched the edge of the Cape and looked at her with dark eyes. He seemed to have some doubts: "I'm not cold." Ling Miaomiao took off his gloves and suddenly reached out his warm hand to touch his cold face. He said with a smile, "isn't it cold yet?" He threw his gloves to him. "Here you are. Here you are." Seeing that she was in a daze with her gloves, she stretched her hand behind his neck again, untied some belts, removed the hairy collar from his coat, and quickly gathered around his neck. The dark gray Rex Rabbit's hair is fluffy and soft, which makes his face more white, lips red, eyes black and pure. He looks like a doll made of powder and jade. He looks askance, grabs the collar, pulls his face to him, stands on tiptoe and kisses him on the cheek. Mu Sheng touched his side face and gazed at her. His soul flew to the sky. Ling Miaomiao looked at him and laughed. His pink lips looked like petals of early spring. With a little bit of naive pride, he seemed to make fun of him. He immediately squatted down and tied a rope on his rolling pin. What are you doing? " Mu Sheng looks at her back, and her sight finally falls on the bamboo screen which is supported on the ground. A small piece of snow has accumulated on the top of the inverted bamboo screen, the hexagonal ice crystals that have not yet melted are shining, but the ground under the bamboo screen is very clean. "Catching birds." Ling Miaomiao answered briskly while busy, clapped her hands and stood up. She gasped in her hands. "There's an empty cage hanging in the room. It's frightening." The bird cage in the corner of the room was left by the former owner of the house. I don't know why it hasn't been taken away. It's hanging there alone and covered with ashes. He saw Miaomiao wipe it clean and put it on the table. Mu Sheng's eyes seemed to be puzzled. He looked up at the gray sky surrounded by the square yard. Occasionally, a bird flew by. It was dark and shivering. It seemed that he was also wet by the snow. He put the wonderful gloves into his arms, took out a few pieces of Rune paper from his sleeve and said, "I'll help you catch them." "Don't use runes." Miaomiao grabbed his hand, pointed to the ground and laughed excitedly. "It's interesting to catch like this." Poke him. "Come on, you go to the kitchen and get some corn." Mu Sheng took a look at her smile, collected the Fu paper and obediently went to the kitchen. * it's hard to find food in winter. The magpie is so hungry that it can't cry. After the light snow stops, it droops its wings and walks dejectedly on the wall. Mung bean's big eyes look around. It's been staring at the millet for a long time. It's put by people. It's piled into a small mountain. I don't know what to do with it. There's only a straw hat like thing next to it. It's lifeless. Anyway, no one seems to be watching. It flew down from the wall, began to pace in the yard, pretending to be unintentionally slowly close to the hill. Behind the rockery, Ling Miaomiao saw the right time and gave the rope to the people beside him: "here, you pull it." Mu Sheng was suddenly stuffed with a rope. Looking back, the girl next to him was in front of the crack in the cave, like a rabbit with ears erect with excitement. His eyelashes trembled, even a little nervous, "I pull?" "Yes, you do." Ling Miaomiao pulled his clothes and pulled him to his side. He joked in a low voice, "if you can't catch it, you can't..." Before his words were heard, he suddenly closed his hand and got into the shadow. Just as the magpie picked up the second mouthful of millet, he was terrified to find a huge object knocking down from his head. "Cha..." "Hold on, hold on!" Ling Miaomiao jumps, grabs his wrist, excitedly pulls him out, and quickly squats on the edge of the inverted bamboo screen. He doesn't care about the wet water stains on his skirt, and carefully lifts the bamboo screen. "Chirp..." Seeing the light, the bird suddenly went out and flapped its wings in a panic. It stepped on the back of her outstretched hand and was about to break free. Miaomiao opened her eyes wide, "ah..." Mu Sheng's eyes are quick, hands together, in the air a close it in the palm, feel the hands of the living creatures in the wings struggling. Pinching off countless cervical vertebrae, he wrapped a lively bird lightly without blood. The tip of the bird's wing swept on his palm, wild and wet. He suddenly felt the reversal of time and space, as if he were the child many years ago, and finally gathered the vibrant, pure and beautiful world in his hand. The feeling of struggling is the heart that starts to beat slowly in a pool of dead water. Bang bang, bang bang, jump and red. His black eyes flickered, looking at the girl's delicate face, for a long time before opening his lips: "caught." www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
