Shimmer Forest

Slowly, Su Jin discovered that these ghosts had no resentment, and chatted amicably about some private information about their hosts.

And these little guys, when they found him, would run over to visit him from time to time. At first they only came here scatteredly, and then they simply stopped leaving, following behind him like a flock of birds.

Generally speaking, ghosts stay in the human world only if they have concerns or resentment, but these guys don't emit any poisonous gas at all.In addition, they knew everything about each other's clothes, and kept calling "my master" and "my master" every day, which made him wonder whether these guys were ghosts, or some creatures that looked very similar to ghosts ?

They have their own consciousness, but they are not that smart, they just keep talking about Fang Wuyi very noisy, as if they really want to force themselves to understand him.

But the facts quickly proved his conjecture. As time went by, they gradually changed from a puff of smoke to something like a fur ball, white, soft, and very cute.

He thought, perhaps it was because of the influence of the alien air flow carried by them that he could slowly see their appearance clearly.

Fortunately, these guys didn't have any complaints, so Su Jin's body didn't feel heavy or uncomfortable.And although it is a bit noisy, these little guys have learned to turn down the volume when they talk, and they are quiet when they sleep at night.

...But I really can't fall asleep with dozens of pairs of eyes staring at me.

He sighed, turned over in boredom, turned his back on those annoying little guys, and couldn't help thinking.

It's a pity that the treasure book passed down from his ancestors is not with him, otherwise, he might be able to figure out what these guys are.

That book had accompanied him through countless lonely days and nights.Will today's father fall asleep with that book in his arms because of loneliness?

Probably not, after all, there are Uncle Wu, Wu Hao, and everyone in the village.They support each other and will be happy.

Definitely... But why, do you still feel a little lonely?

The contents of that book should be well remembered.There is also the matter of Wu Hao... If I had known that today would happen, I should have been gentler to that silly boy.Or...you shouldn't be close to him in the first place, so that when we part, everyone won't be sad.

why?I knew I would be separated, I knew it would not last long, but I was still hopelessly sunk.From the time when they approached each other a little bit, all retreat routes have been cut off.He had been mentally prepared for a long time, and he thought he could be more open-minded, but... those things that had been buried as memories and dreams, poured out in this dark and cold night, overflowing from his mind, becoming Into a raging flood, people can not breathe.

He finally remembered, and was finally willing to admit that those peaceful and happy times in the village had really turned into an unattainable dream, and really, there was no going back.

His chest throbbed suddenly.He gripped his shirt tightly and buried his head in the quilt.

"Are you sad?"

The guy who had been quiet all this time suddenly spoke, his voice without emotion seemed particularly abrupt in the silent room.

"Are you sad?" He didn't hear the answer, and one of the little guys came over curiously, and asked again by sticking to his ear.

"...A little bit." He stuck his head out of the quilt, still tightly wrapped in the quilt, and answered in a daze.

"Is it because you are not feeling well?" Little Fuqiu lay on his quilt unwillingly, jumping up and down: "The master said that if you feel uncomfortable, you should take medicine. Mr. Su prescribed very powerful medicine."

"Pfft..." Su Jin couldn't help laughing out at the naive and absurd words.He turned around, stroked the little ghost's head, and said with a smile, "I am Mr. Su."

"Then you can't cure your illness?" Little Ghost tilted his head and asked suspiciously.

"That's right... There is no way to cure heart disease." Su Jin's eyes gradually dimmed, and his smile became more helpless.

"Then... are you going to die?" The little guy who thought he had no feelings, for the first time showed hesitation in his ethereal voice, a little ignorant and a little scared.

"I also...don't know..." He never thought about this question, and he was tired of thinking about it.His heart had been buried at that moment along with the ruins of the mountain god.Leaving an empty shell, floating in the world, every day is so trance and boring.Where would he go if he died again?

"You can't die!" The originally calm little furball suddenly became tense, and its furry body turned into cactus-like thorns: "If you die, we will die too!"

"Why?" Su Jin withdrew his hand after being stabbed, and opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Isn't your master Fang Wuyi?"

"Because, because—" Little Fuqiu hesitated for a while, then suddenly stretched out a ball-like hand to cover his mouth: "That—that can't be said—"

"That's right, that's right, you can't say it!" The other little furballs also became agitated, saying these inexplicable words noisily: "That sentence is very important, so you have to say it yourself."

"What, you—" Su Jin was confused by them, and his melancholy mood was relieved a little.For the first time in a long time, he was grateful to have these guys around.If someone can talk to me when I feel extremely uncomfortable, I won't feel so lonely.

Suddenly there were wandering footsteps outside the door, Su Jin was startled, and looked outside the door.The moonlight branded the slender figure on the door, and the figure swayed back and forth, as if he had hesitated outside the door for a long time.

The figure looked like Fang Wuyi, but it was already late at night, why did he come outside his door without sleeping?

Could it be that the injuries of the wounded have deteriorated?But there should be a military doctor who stays at night, so I don't need him... It seems like nothing serious, so it's better to ignore it.

Su Jin lay back under the quilt, careful not to make a sound.When he came back to his senses, he realized that those furballs were staring at him together, their eyes full of expectation.

"Aren't you going to open the door?" One of the little fur balls came over and pressed it against his face and asked.

...Su Jin thought for a while, and decided to ignore even these guys, and covered her head with a quilt.

"Aren't you going to open the door?" Seeing him pretending to be dead, the little furballs jumped up on him in dissatisfaction and asked with great interest.

Just when he was on the verge of erupting, he suddenly heard a light knock on the door.

"Uh, Mr. Su, are you asleep?"

The room fell silent for a moment, and all the little furballs stared at Su Jin with sparkling eyes.

Now that he has knocked on the door, it is difficult to ignore it.Su Jin sighed, rubbed her slightly messy hair, got up and opened the door.

Fang Wuyi never thought of disturbing others in the middle of the night.He just thought about something, and the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't fall asleep, so he got up and walked around.After wandering around, he came to Su Jin's house by accident, thinking that this man must be asleep, but there was some invisible force pulling him, which made him feel reluctant to leave.After wandering for a long time, he was finally defeated by the inexplicable force, and reached out to knock on the door.

Originally thinking of leaving if no one responded, after a moment of silence, he moved away with a little disappointment, but the door made a "squeak" sound when he just turned around, and then opened gently.So Su Jin, with half-opened clothes, disheveled hair, and a bit of casual laziness, unexpectedly appeared in front of him.

His eyes naturally fell on the half-open chest, the collarbone is exquisite and elegant, and the white skin is as smooth as cream. Fang Wuyi squinted his eyes, and an inexplicable wildfire burned in his body. He looked away and met Su Jin's gaze.

The two stared at each other for a long time. Su Jin probably woke up a little bit from the cold wind, and then slowly opened his mouth: "General Fang? What's the matter?"

"Uh..." Fang Wuyi withdrew his attention slightly, and looked away in a little embarrassment.He really didn't think of any excuse that could perfectly explain why he disturbed people's sleep in the middle of the night, even he himself didn't know why.It was as if everything was acting on instinct, and when he came back to God, he was already here, that's all.

His reaction was somewhat abnormal. Su Jin thought for a while in silence, as if he suddenly thought of something, and frowned: "Could it be something wrong with the wounded?"

"Uh, no." Subconsciously blurted out, and soon Fang Wuyi was dumbfounded by his honesty. Although the wounded are all stable now, at least he can use this as a topic to chat with the person in front of him for a while. As for staring like this all the time.

"That's...?" Seeing the other party's pensive look, Su Jin was even more at a loss.

Fang Wuyi bowed his head and meditated for a long time, just when Su Jin felt that he was about to catch a cold from the cool wind of the night, the other party said solemnly: "I just thought that you probably want to chat with someone, so you came here. "

If someone else said this, Su Jin would probably smile and close the door hard to isolate that person from the door.But the one who said this now turned out to be General Fang Wuyi, who was usually gentle, humble, polite, and overly organized and rigorous.Even if Su Jin didn't care about his affairs, he could still detect the abnormality.

So he subconsciously looked at the unusually quiet little furballs behind him, and the little furballs were staring at him with bright eyes, as if expecting something.

"Uh, that...don't worry about it, just pretend I didn't say anything." At that time, Fang Wuyi's first thought was not to keep the atmosphere so awkward, but what he didn't expect was that the atmosphere would become even more embarrassing after speaking out. .What he just said was indeed from the heart, and he always felt that there was a voice telling him that the person in front of him needed company, so he was drawn by that voice.But as soon as the words were out of his mouth, his inexplicable confidence disappeared in smoke.