Inhibition Marking Committee

Spending the night on top of a windy tower is not a good idea.

Huan Xiubai was pulled up.Xi Mohui's arm strength is very stable, he grabbed the full body weight of an adult man and chatted for a while, but he still didn't feel sore in his arm.He looks soft and beautiful, but his bones contain stronger strength than ordinary people. Even if he is under heavy pressure, he will not be fragile and broken. At most, he will be distorted and deformed according to the situation.

This is also an effective way of self-protection.

Huan Xiubai hooked the steel bars at the corners again, and kept his body as close to the wall as possible. He raised his body and tried to put one foot back on the platform, followed by the other foot. Only one heel finally set foot on the ground.

"I'm leaving." Huan Xiubai said slowly.

The temperature in the desert dropped rapidly at night. If he didn't go down, the low temperature would freeze his body. When his hands and feet were not so flexible, climbing tall buildings would be very dangerous.

Simo withdrew his hand from the window.

"I will come tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and every day in the future."

A snow-white little finger quietly protruded from the gap between the steel bars, and the little finger ticked towards Huan Xiubai, which was a silent affirmation of his promise.

Huan Xiubai covered his heart and stood facing the dense night.The place under the palm was warm and hot, and the cute little finger ignited a fire, mischievously stealing his heart away.

The appearance of the Xijialou group is solemn and majestic, with meticulous attention to detail. From the octagonal eaves on the seventh floor to the two sides, the layers gradually decrease. The edges of each floor are covered with thick glazed tiles. Huan Xiubai chose a round rafter near the small window above his head, tied the rope to it and tied it with a dead knot, so that he could use the rope to descend quickly when he came next time, saving time.

Huan Xiubai knew that Xi Mohui was hiding behind the small window and watching him, so he waved to that side, and when he had enough energy in his body, he was ready to go down to the ground in one breath.He didn't pay attention when he came, but when he went down, he found that the high-rise building was decorated with exquisite decorations. There were blue long-tailed feather birds on the raised cornices of each floor, and the surrounding wooden windows were decorated with layers of intricate carvings. They are all sealed with gray cement, trying to be airtight, and it is difficult for even a small bug to fly in.

For some unknown reason, the Xi family sealed off the windows and passages of the entire family.

He stepped on the window sill of the last floor and jumped to the ground, looking up, the buildings stared at the strangers silently, like a phantom reflected in the air, providing a place for the tragedy to repeat.Even though the weather in the desert is clear and the night sky is cloudless, Huan Xiubai still feels that it is surrounded by gloomy mist, the clouds are tricky and orange, sometimes his face is clear, sometimes dull and blurry.

The big luan with its wings folded, feels sad in front of the mirror.

This line of words appeared in his mind.Looking at the shape of the pavilion, it is indeed very similar to a big bird with its wings down.

Once he found the real entrance to Xi's Pavilion, he was one step closer to rescuing Xi Mohui.

however--

"This is our first elopement..."

If that Xi Mohui is not wrong, he is doomed to fail in this life...

So what?Could it be that if he knows the result, he can give up and not do it?

——That's the way to really let down Xi Mohui's idiocy.

Huan Xiubai is a self-centered activist, he doesn't want to care about any external factors.Even if he bumped into the south wall of the Xi's pavilion and broke his blood, he would never look back.

Because, he has promised Xi Mohui and will never let go.

Huan Xiubai built a "nest" on the small platform like a falcon eager to settle down.He brought up all the tools he might need, cut a hole in the wall, nailed thick nails, and hung the sackcloth bag he bought in the town, so that he could hide tools and guns on the outer wall.

In addition, he would bring all kinds of food and gadgets from the town every time, and offer kindness to the little beauty with a little clumsiness.

Xi Mohui would accept it occasionally, and occasionally throw things out of the window maliciously in front of Huan Xiu.He wanted to see the disappointed or angry expressions of foreigners, and take pleasure in it, but he never got what he wanted.

"What on earth are you trying to do? I thought you would take action to get me out soon."

He and Huan Xiubai are sharing a box of snacks together.Simo sucked his finger subconsciously, licking off the puff pastry residue on it. When he looked up, he found the man staring at him intently.

Simo immediately became a little unhappy.On the one hand, his family has been very strict with his family education and has never allowed him to make such vulgar behavior.On the other hand, it made him a little annoyed at himself that he didn't resent this man's prying eyes.

"Do you want more? Take the whole box." Huan Xiubai grabbed the rope to stabilize his figure, so that he could safely send the things to the window.

Simo rubbed his thumb and index finger in a place he couldn't see, and said with disgust on the surface: "It's too sweet, and the pastry materials are also of poor quality. I never eat outside things."

"You ate both yesterday and the day before yesterday." Huan Xiubai broke him down on the spot, and stretched out his hand relentlessly, "Hold it quickly, my hands are sore."

"I'll only eat if you beg me." Simo reluctantly said.

"Please, is that okay?" Huan Xiubai's mouth curled up helplessly.

"Then I'll—" Simo went back to pick and choose in the box, trying to find the most complete piece. He noticed a piece hidden in the corner, and was about to pick it out of the wrapping paper when he suddenly froze. Living.

He was too flustered and knocked over the pastry box, Huan Xiu loosened the whole box and dropped it.Huan Xiubai looked down at the box that had fallen on the eaves of a building on the fifth floor. The dim sum inside was smashed to pieces and rolled to pieces, covering the entire room.

"Let's go!" Xi Mohui threw himself in front of the window and said hurriedly in a low voice.Then, Huan Xiubai heard a series of footsteps going downstairs, and the sound of unlocking a lock came from a little further away.Huan Xiubai's fingers trembled, he grabbed the rope with one hand, and leaned against the window sill with the other, and moved his ears close until the steel bar touched the pinna.

Xi Mohui's tone changed from the arrogance he had when he was chatting with Huan Xiubai, and became submissive: "Father, uncle, you are here."

"How have you been reflecting recently?"

"My son is in a good mood and has no worries, please rest assured father."

The voice was so majestic that Huan Xiubai felt oppressed even by an outsider, "That means there is still a lack of self-reflection. Your mother is worried every day, and she is exhausted. She has already found a doctor for you, and you can cooperate with the treatment."

"I understand."

"If you don't want to recover from your illness, just cut your hair. It's really unsightly like this. It doesn't look like a..."

like what?The latter sentence seemed to be silenced deliberately, Huan Xiubai couldn't hear clearly.

"You and I both know that these things have nothing to do with my hair."

"Not necessarily. Your mother cut it for you once before, and you have become more obedient. The affairs of the family are still waiting for you to take over. If you are still grateful for this family, let go of those distracting thoughts as soon as possible, and don't tell us to repeat it. disappointment."

"It's... father."

The more Huan Xiubai listened, the more surprised he became. This was not like the tone of a father talking to his son, it was clearly an order from the superior to the subordinate.

"What's that sticky on your mouth?" A younger male voice changed, maybe it was the uncle present.

"Ah...it's nothing." Simo replied a little flustered.

"Don't hide." The young man's voice should have blocked him. He wiped his finger on his face and asked in surprise, "Is this pastry crumbs? The one in the center of the town?"

"What's going on? You sneaked out!" Father Xi was furious.

"No son." Xi Mohui smiled self-deprecatingly, "You set up twelve locks, and I can't escape even if I have wings."

"Someone brought you something? Is it Mo Zhi?"

Simo dared not respond.If he nodded and said yes, when the elders turned around and asked about his younger brother, most likely his younger brother would not help him lie, and would add embellishments to make him even worse.

"Let's go in and have a look." Uncle suggested.

Huan Xiubai quickly hid on the platform.He stood against the wall in case someone came up and found him when he passed the window, but he didn't think about leaving Simo and going away.

If Xi Mohui's family wanted to blame this, and Huan Xiubai took responsibility for what he did, he would definitely call them over and take the blame.

What kind of man would he be if he couldn't afford to take a shot and was unwilling to take care of his lover?

He had already made up his mind, when he heard a muffled thud, the sound of kneecaps hitting the tiled floor.

"My son knew he was wrong. It was my fault. Please save some face for him and don't go in there."

"Xi Mohui," Xi's father was shocked more than heartbroken, "What is hidden in your house? Would you rather kneel down than let us see it? What if we insist on seeing it today?"

"Please tell us clearly, if Mo Zhi brought it secretly, we will not criticize you." The uncle spoke more calmly.

"It's not Mozhi..." Xi Mo turned his head and landed on the ground, his heart was in a mess.What to do, he really couldn't think of any other reason to explain it.Want to name the stranger?Indeed, there is nothing to regret about the life of a foreigner, but there may never be a fool who can insist on climbing stairs every day to chat with him.

He knelt down on the ground with a firm tone: "It's my son's fault, I am willing to be punished, father, uncle, I will cut off my long hair and cooperate with the treatment. Please..." He bit his lip, nails dug into the palm of his hand, "Don't go in. You can see the end at a glance from here. There is nothing in my son's room."

"When will it be cut?"

"Next month...after the doctor comes."

"I will continue to investigate the matter of the pastry. If you continue to behave indiscriminately and deliberately defy the family—"

Simo recalled something, and couldn't help shaking his back. Forcibly suppressing the fear, he said obediently: "My son puts the interests of the family first in everything, and will actively cooperate with the doctor to cure the disease and serve the family."

"It's good to know. There will be no next time."

"Yes...father, uncle, go slowly."

The twelve door locks fell one by one, and Xi Mo knelt on the cold tiles for a while, stood up with his arms propped up, walked up the stairs with the wall, and came to the small window.

He guessed that the man had already left, so he leaned on the window and looked towards the small platform, "Huh? You haven't left yet?"

While he was walking, the foreigner seemed to be seriously ill. He sat motionless on the platform with his long legs in his arms, his head buried in his arms. If his chest was not still heaving, Sim Mohui would have thought he was dead. here it is.

"Why... did you agree to cut your hair?" Huan Xiubai said, his voice hoarse as if it had been smoked by a fire.

Simo hummed displeasedly, "You owe me a lot now, and a box of pastries can't make up for it."

He felt a little pain in the palm of his hand. He lifted it up to his face and saw that he hadn't noticed it before, and pierced the flesh with his notched nails.He has always been afraid of pain, but when he recovers, he will feel his whole hand throbbing and tingling, and he can't help complaining to the instigator outside: "My palms are smashed because of you, it hurts so much!" ah."

He was completely unaware that he was being coquettish to the stranger.

"You reach out."

"Huh? What?"

Huan Xiu's white lips showed sourness, and he coaxed seriously: "I will disinfect you."

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These things happened to Xiaomei in reality when she was 15 years old. Because I have to do something in the dream world (don’t be afraid of good things and good things), I raised my age to 20.She is actually 15 years old, so Xiao Meili is easy to bully even though she has no experience in the world...Although she is bad, she is not completely bad.

He will give in to his family because he wants to keep a chance to chat, which means that he has done similar things in reality... It is not without reason that he is so twisted.

Fortunately, the director will accompany him through this time, and save him from the nightmare of reincarnation.

Meilijia’s tutoring is very strict, and you can also tell that he ran away from home angrily when he ran to ERD. His family background is quite powerful, so, Director Huan (pats his shoulder earnestly), from now on, it’s up to you in reality! !

We, Huanhuan, are dealing with life and death every day. Sometimes we are killed by beauty and loveliness, and sometimes we feel so sorry for beauty.

But I still think it's so sweet~

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Thanks to the following fairies for giving Director Huan the motivation to sponsor love! ! !

Thanks to the little angels who voted for [Landmine]: Water Moon Ripples, 1 sweet wine jam;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

Yexu Y1 bottle;