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Unknowingly, Ban Xia is 15 years old, and no one has spoken to him except Zhuo Yan and the boy he met by the lake that summer.

As he gets older, Ban Xia is no longer keen on running outside. He often stays in this small ancestral hall all day without going out. Instead, he likes to stare at the ginkgo outside in a daze, silently. A pair of calm eyes.

If he hadn't blinked his eyes from time to time, he wouldn't have felt that he was alive.

With such a pinellia, the scorching flame that has been with him for many years can easily see through him.

Zhuo Yan taught him many things, even though Ban Xia doesn't interact with people, he still knows how to get along with others, but he has never tried it.

Zhuo Yan can tell that Ban Xia is just afraid of the weird and frightening eyes of others, he is very eager to interact with others.

Zhuo Yan doesn't think there is anything wrong with Ban Xia who is only accompanied by him, but every time he sees Ban Xia sitting at the door in a daze, it makes him feel depressed.

Zhuo Yan often turns into a fox body, and pulls Ban Xia out for a walk or something. Every time he sees Ban Xia frowning, but his eyes are shining, Zhuo Yan also feels extremely helpless.

On this day, Ban Xia was walking with Zhuo Yan in his arms, and from a distance, he could see children running back and forth on the path in the field.

Because of the company of burning, Banxia may not have envied other children with playmates for a long time.

Suddenly, three or two boys ran to Ban Xia's side, all of them clearly had immature faces, but they wanted to be like their own aunts, pointing at Ban Xia, their expressions were fearful and disgusted, but they imitated There are samples.

Ban Xia knew what they were talking about, it was nothing more than saying that he was not an ordinary person, he was a monster who turned into something, Ban Xia couldn't help but muttered in his heart: The one in my arms is a monster.

"My mother said that this child is not an ordinary person, and if you get close to him, you will be surrounded by bad luck..."

"The fox in his arms is so beautiful!" A girl with shofar braids tugged at the corners of an older child's clothes, her almond eyes stared at Burning Flame who was nestling comfortably in Ban Xia's arms.

Ban Xia suddenly felt a little uneasy, and couldn't help tightening his hand holding Zhuo Yan, hesitating whether to turn around and leave now.

The boy whose clothes were ripped off by the girl had a tinge of red on his cheeks, patted his chest and said, "Yu'er likes that fox? I'll get it for you!"

Ban Xia's heart trembled, and she looked around helplessly, only to find that the corner of her clothes was surrounded by teenagers who seemed to be about her own age.

"But something bad will happen if you get close to him!"

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of those things!"

Ban Xia knew that they had bad intentions, but she still couldn't help but feel happy when someone approached her.

"Hey dumb! Give us your fox!" The boy raised his voice and shouted to Banxia, ​​and put his hands on his waist in order to make his image look taller.

Ban Xia looked at the boy who was in the same grade as him but much stronger than him, he opened his mouth, but he didn't speak for a while.

"Could it be that he's really dumb?"

"Anyway, my mother said that he has never heard him make a sound, so he must be dumb..."

Ban Xia was a little sad, he knew he could speak, but Zhuo Yan often told him not to speak.

Whenever Banxia tries to call out the name of Zhuoyan with his own mouth, he will always be turned into a human body and gently press his lips. A pair of crimson eyes look at Banxia seriously with a warning, and tell him: "Don't Speak, do not speak, do not speak."

Although sad, Banxia didn't intend to go against the burning intention, he wanted to leave, but as soon as he turned around, he felt a pain in his shoulder, and he was hit by a stone.

The young man begging for the scorching flames frowned and stared at the stubborn man holding the fox. He was already thin and thin, and he was wearing white clothes, making him look even weaker... Why are his clothes so white?Hey, why does he have clothes? !

Ban Xia turned her head to look at the young man, enduring the pain in her shoulder, and only tightly hugged the scorching flame that had become a little restless.

"You can leave if you want, leave the fox behind!" The boy was afraid of losing face in front of his companions, so he picked up three or two stones from the ground, "A boy is still walking around with a fox in his arms, he is useless!"

Boys in their grade are full of energy. They climb trees, dig out bird nests and fish in rivers all day long. They seem to have inexhaustible energy, while girls should hug their pets and act like a baby. Play some gentle games.

"Hmph, girls are not as unmanly as he is, and they dare not even say a word!"

Ban Xia wanted to explain several times, but felt that the sharp claws of the scorching flame pierced his clothes and pierced his skin.

Ban Xia knew that this was Zhuo Yan telling herself: Don't talk.

Ban Xia couldn't understand why Zhuo Yan never let himself speak, he suddenly felt a little angry and sad.

Seeing the other party holding the fox and standing silently with his head bowed, the teenagers thought that he was frightened, so they wanted to grab the fox directly.

The boy begging for the fox was the first to move, but before his fist landed on Banxia, ​​he felt that his hands and feet were suddenly out of his control, and his fist turned and hit the standing beside him. On the face of a tall and thin boy, both of them couldn't react. The girl who said she wanted the fox screamed and called back the stunned two.

"You hit me!"

"not me……"

"They all saw it, it was you who suddenly turned around and hit me!"

"Do not……"

The two of them hadn't finished copying when suddenly a few stones fell on them. They cried out in pain, and the others were not spared either. Those stones seemed to appear in mid-air.

"It's him! It must be him!" The girl named Yu'er pointed at Banxia in horror, "We got close to him, something bad happened!"

"Run!"

"Monster... monster!"

"We're going to tell the adults!"

There are also a few children who don't quite know what happened. They were startled by the monsters shouting. When they thought that their family members said that they should not get close to the boy holding the fox, or they would be haunted by bad luck for the rest of their lives, they all scattered. ran away.

The children scrambled to leave, leaving behind a bewildered Ban Xia.

Ban Xia stared blankly at them disappearing one by one, tightened his hand holding Zhuo Yan slightly, as if Huo Yan had been hurt by him, he let out a soft cry, then broke free from his arm, and jumped onto the halfway bed. On Xia's shoulders, the fiery red tail wrapped around Ban Xia's neck.

Zhuo Yan's crimson eyes were also looking at the direction the children were leaving, and the pupils of the eyes were shining with a dark light, which Xia didn't notice at 01:30.

Ban Xia didn't know why the children were arguing, and he didn't know what happened to the sudden appearance of the stone. He found that the air around him became distorted, and then a man in a white robe and black hair appeared.

He still remembers this person, besides Zhuo Yan, he was the first teenager who spoke to him.

The boy's dark eyes were also looking at the direction the children were leaving, and he was holding a wooden fan in his right hand. At this time, the fan was unfolded, and there were exquisite patterns carved on it. The beautiful nine-tailed fox has lifelike lines, only the eyes are colored with cinnabar.

When the children were completely out of sight, the boy turned his head slowly, looked at the fox on Banxia's shoulders, frowned and asked, "It's just a few human children, can't you handle it?"

"Hmph, if you weren't by the side, I would have watched Ban Xia get hit by that stone?"

Zhuo Yan's sudden opening frightened Ban Xia.

Zhuo Yan's tone was a bit dissatisfied. It was because he knew this person was beside him that he kept watching quietly. Who knew that this person's reaction was so slow that even a stone couldn't stop him?

The young man was speechless, he sighed, and turned his gaze to the ignorant Ban Xia, but he said to Zhuo Yan: "My father told you to bring him back to the clan, he looks like this , how to live with human beings?"

Zhuo Yan turned his head away from the young man, and his tone was a bit colder than the dissatisfaction before: "Shuang Jiu, I have already said that you don't need to take care of this matter."

The boy——Shuang Jiu frowned even deeper, and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Zhuo Yan first: "Don't say any more, pretend I'm stupid, don't know what those old guys are thinking?"

"Okay, I won't say anything else, but there is one more thing I have to remind you," Shuang Jiu closed the wooden fan, gently turned the scorching fox's head with the fan, and looked into his eyes; "His awakening, do you remember?"

Zhuo Yan was taken aback for a moment, reflexively went to look at Ban Xia.

As soon as he lowered his head, he met Ban Xia's eyes which were looking at him. These eyes were clear without any impurities, and there was only his own reflection as a fox in the pupils. With such a focused gaze, he had been staring at Zhuo Yan since Shuang Jiu appeared. .

Ban Xia couldn't understand what they were talking about, but he liked Zhuo Yan's voice very much, so he listened to him seriously, and when he met Zhuo Yan's eyes, a smile suddenly appeared on Ban Xia's face.

Zhuo Yan looked at him and suddenly smiled for some reason, then looked back at Shuang Jiu again, and said: "I remember everything that should be remembered, so I won't bother you."

After saying this, Zhuo Yan walked off Ban Xia's shoulders, nestled in his arms again, and lazily said: "I'm sleepy, let's go back, Ban Xia."

Ban Xia nodded, stopped looking at Shuang Jiu, and walked quickly to the small ancestral hall.

Banxia felt that Shuangjiu was looking at her all the time, but she didn't dare to turn her head to take a look. After walking for a long time, she seemed to vaguely hear the beautiful man sigh softly.

After returning to the ancestral hall, in the blink of an eye, the scorching flames in Ban Xia's arms turned into a beauty in a scarlet gown.

His long, black hair was tied loosely with red silk, there was a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, and there were simple and delicate patterns at the end of his eyes.

"Ban Xia, let's practice calligraphy."

Ban Xia heard what Zhuo Yan said.

Ban Xia sat in front of the desk that Zhuo Yan had conjured up a long time ago, picked up a brush and dipped it in ink, and wanted to start practicing calligraphy, but Shuang Jiu's face couldn't get away from his mind, he hesitated for a long time, and still wanted to ask Zhuo Yan Who was that person? He was very afraid that Zhuoyan would leave with that person.

Except for Zhuoyan, there was no one else around him.

Ban Xia took the paper with her question written on it and handed it to Zhuo Yan, looking at him with some anxiety.

Zhuo Yan looked at the paper that was suddenly handed to him, on it was not the word "Zhao Yan" that he was familiar with, but written: Who is that beautiful person?

Zhuo Yan looked up at Ban Xia, seeing the eagerness in his eyes, he reached out to take the paper, put the paper aside with a blank expression, and said, "It's just a meddlesome person."

Ban Xia was afraid that Zhuo Yan would not answer his question, and also afraid that he would say that person was his master, seeing that Zhuo Yan answered her, she hastily wrote a few words: Is he a friend of Zhuo Yan?

"No."

Will he take away the burning flame?

"No." Zhuo Yan remained expressionless.

why?

"He dare not." Zhuo Yan frowned slightly.

why?

"..."

Banxia saw a vein burst out suddenly on Zhuoyan's forehead, and then watched his pretty hands fold all the papers with his own questions on them, and slowly tore them to shreds.

"No more questions about him."

Since pretty people won't take away the scorching inflammation, then why worry?

Ban Xia nodded in peace of mind, and went to practice calligraphy with peace of mind.

Zhuoyan looked at the person who was concentrating on writing "Banxia Zhuoyan", his brows were still unfurled, and his eyes had complicated emotions.

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