The invincible innocence of bottle evil

Chapter 92 New Year's Eve fiv

The craftsman looked at the oil bottle, and the little lama understood.He was a little puzzled: "Has the master finally admitted that he was thinking?"

He looked at the strange shape carved out of the Poker Bottle, which seemed to be the same as when it was just started a year ago.

The craftsman pointed to the ground. Under the noon sun, the little lama saw the shadow of the strange stone carved by Poker Fase. The shadow turned out to be in the shape of a person, just like the posture that Poker Fase was sitting on the stone just now.He must have looked at his own shadow during his lunch break every day, and then followed the shadow to start the first chisel.

Wu Xie was standing next to Poker Bottle, silently accompanying him in another way.

The little lama smiled, he was happy for Poker Ping from the bottom of his heart.

The craftsman on the side seemed to be a little emotional, and he asked the little lama: "How is your practice of Buddhism?

The little lama smiled and did not respond.The craftsman continued: "Many people say that girls have no heart at first, so no one can hurt them, so the devil sent boys, and the pursuit of handsome men made them have hearts. At that time, everything in the world can hurt them. So, we let a person have a heart, maybe in order to be able to hurt him better."

Wu Xie heard their conversation, and at this moment, he had a new understanding in his heart. Looking at Poker Ping's slender back, Wu Xie felt that there was one thing he could do for Poker Ping, and only He Wu Xie can do it.

That night, Poker-Face was brought into the room that had been closed for ten years, and met his mother.

For him now.Everything still seemed too hasty for him to understand.

Baima didn't fully wake up. When the medicinal properties of Tibetan sea flowers faded, she was only three days away from real death.However, she has waited for these three days, which has been too long.

Poker bottle didn't get any information from Baima.

He didn't even hear his mother calling his name, not even once.

He also didn't feel, as others have said, the connection to this world brought by his mother.

The only thing he felt was his mother's slowly recovering breathing, and the pale face only regained a slight color of blood, and turned to barrenness in an instant.

All this still seems too hasty.

Does Baima know all this?

As she promised, she woke up from her long sleep, having lost any chance to open her eyes.But she knew that when those lamas woke her up as agreed, her son would definitely be by her side.

It must be a child of flesh and blood, who can perceive the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the world, and she can feel the warmth of her son.

His breath, his heartbeat, he really came.

She exhausted all means and only won these three days for herself. Although it was not enough, it was far from enough. She wanted to see all the fragments and moments of this child's growth.However, three days, this silent three days with only the sound of heartbeat and breathing, was all she could do.

Poker bottle grabbed his mother's hand, he didn't know why he did this, he felt that all this was still too hasty.

But he felt emotions that he had never felt before. He felt that he was holding on to the last trace of himself in the world, the last thing he was willing to think about.

No one came into this room, no sound came into this room.

(End of this chapter)