fox repair

The sky is clear, the moonlight is just right, it is very suitable to go to the roof to blow some air.

The fortune teller climbed to the top of the building, walked to the white fox, accidentally stepped on the moss on the tile, and almost slipped and fell.

Mo Chen was still immersed in a very sad and melancholy mood, but was disturbed by the magic stick's "Aiya", turned his head and glanced at him in disgust, and taunted him mercilessly through voice transmission: "Hmph, if you don't have any skills, you can't do anything." Don't come up, or you may break your neck."

Facing such a vicious fox, the fortune teller was not angry, and came to sit next to the fox after mastering his balance.Although Mo Chen sneered, he moved to the side to make room for the fortune teller so that he could sit more securely and not fall down again.

"What are you thinking?" the fortune teller asked.

Mo Chen snorted, ignored him, raised his head and continued to grieve at Yue, his two fox eyes were extremely deep.

"Are you still thinking about that rabbit demon?" The fortune teller continued to talk persistently.

This person can always guess what's on his mind, surprisingly accurate, Mo Chen moved his front paws subconsciously.

"You left after the death of the rabbit demon. Could it be that you were also sad for her experience and could not bear to witness her final tragedy?"

Mo Chen snorted coldly, and said duplicity: "It's extremely stupid! Why do you want to be sentimental?"

"Oh? Why do you say she's stupid?" the fortune teller asked as he groped around behind him. He found out a jug of wine and put out two bowls. He poured a bowl for himself and poured another bowl for the fox. In front of him.

Mo Chen looked back at the fortune-teller, and asked back: "Aren't you stupid to put your own future of cultivating immortality on the sake of one person! Not only do you harm others, but you also harm yourself."

The fortune teller looked forward and murmured while holding a bowl of wine: "You are a fox, you have never tasted the taste of human love, how can you understand the bondage in it?"

This sentence immediately hit Mo Chen's Achilles' heel, his hair exploded in an instant, he stared at the bronze mask and said viciously: "How do you know that I haven't had one?"

"Oh? Could it be that you had someone you loved deeply before?" The fortune teller seemed to be interested.

Cut, who are you, why did I tell you, Mo Chen turned his head, looked at the bowl of wine in front of him, and couldn't help but licked his tongue.He hadn't touched alcohol for a while. Because of the man's death, he had been depressed for a long time, and he knew that this alcohol was not a good thing, and it was easy to sink and degenerate.But at this time, he was accompanied by a big living person, and the aroma of wine was overflowing, and he was a little greedy again.

Anyway, I'm in a bad mood today, why don't you drink a little.

Mo Chen excused himself, stuck out his tongue to lick the wine bowl, and drank the whole bowl of wine in a short while.He drank so intently that he didn't notice that the fortune teller behind him was looking at him silently with his head propped up. The bronze mask covered his face and his expression, but it didn't cover the tenderness in those eyes. With a trace of pity.

After drinking a bowl of wine in one go, Mo Chen felt that the stagnation in his heart had dissipated a lot. He smashed his mouth, and was about to jump down. He didn't want to be on the same roof with this magic stick. Standing up, the wine bowl in front of him was filled again.Mo Chen looked back at the fortune teller, and saw that he didn't look at himself, he just held his own wine and drank it. After drinking a bowl, he poured it from the big wine jar beside him for another night. He couldn't help being surprised, thinking that he was in a bad mood today. It's understandable, why does this magic stick drink so much wine?

But since the wine has already been poured, it can't be wasted. Besides, I don't know if it's because Mo Chen hasn't had a drink for a long time, but he thinks today's wine is very tasty, so he put his head down and stuck out his tongue to drink it, and licked the wine bowl clean .

As soon as he drank all the wine, the magic stick behind him would be filled up, and if he did it again, the magic stick would be filled up for him again. After drinking most of the wine, Mo Chen felt dazed, his body became more and more lazy, Thinking about jumping down, he lay down on the ground with his four paws spread out on his belly, his chin resting on the tiles, and his eyes were fixed on an old tree in front of the house.

"Actually, if it were me, I might do the same."

Hearing the white fox who had been silently pointing his butt at him all this time, the fortune teller finally put down the wine bowl in his hand when he suddenly uttered such a sentence through voice transmission.

The night was very quiet, without even the slightest breeze. A crescent moon sprinkled the clear light, and the one person and one fox on the roof were plated with silvery white light.

"I've been thinking, if I can also get that painting, I can find the reincarnation of that person with the guidance of an expert, I will do the same, I will go to him, let him think of me again, and then paint Reunited with him in..."

The white fox's voice became smaller and smaller, and the fortune teller felt something was wrong, so he picked up the fox lying next to him.The fox's body was limp, and its four paws and tail were drooping weakly. The fortune teller turned his head and looked, and found that the fox was crying.He gently wiped away the fox's tears with his sleeve, then held the fox in his arms, and stroked the fox's head comfortingly.

I don't know if he was too drunk, but the white fox, who always disliked the fortune teller, didn't struggle, and just lay obediently in the fortune teller's arms.

"I will try my best to find him, even if it will cost me my life, I'm not afraid. Without him, what's the fun of living so long? So what if I become a fairy? It's better to have a happy relationship for a few years. But, if I really do this, his soul will be swallowed by the magic painting, and he will never be able to reincarnate. So I have been thinking, what should I do if it were me? I... really Miss him, miss him very much..."

The fox was still crying, and hot tears fell on the fortune teller's hands one by one, as if they could burn the skin, making the fortune teller's hands tremble slightly.There was no emotion in the fortune teller's eyes, but he subconsciously hugged the fox tightly and kissed his soft head with his lips.

"It's evil to be infatuated with love. You didn't use extraordinary means to find that person's reincarnation like that rabbit demon. It means that you have not fallen into a demon because of love. Life and death are just different forms of living beings in the world. Even if you throw yourself into the well of reincarnation, forget the past, or even disappear in misfortune, you just exist in a different way. As long as you remember him, you will live by your side. What you see is what he sees. What he hears is what he hears, what you sense with your heart, he can also feel it..."

The fox seemed to be stabbed by these words, turned over, faced the fortune teller with his back up, and stared at the fortune teller with a pair of black eyes that still contained tears.

"You said that as long as I still think about him, he is still alive?"

The fortune teller smiled, and covered the fox's eyes with his eyes, "If you can't see it, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

Mo Chen's body froze slightly, and he touched the hand covering his eyes with his paw.

This feeling, if this is the case, why does it always feel like deja vu?

"I'm blindfolding you now, what are you thinking?" the fortune teller asked.

Mo Chen was unwilling to say.

The fortune teller said, "Are you thinking about that person?"

Mo Chen didn't want to admit to being guessed.

"So you see, as long as you think about him, he exists all the time. You can think of everything in this world as him. When I blindfold you, it is his hand that blindfolds you. The wind blows by , It is his robes passing before your eyes. The first ray of dawn jumps out of the horizon, it is he smiling gently at you. You feel it with your heart, but he never leaves you. "

Mo Chen was drunk, but not stupid. He seemed almost hypnotized by the fortune teller's bewitching soft words, but there was always an obsession in his heart reminding him that these were nothing but self-deception.

A big liar, indeed a liar, he just lied to people with his perfect tongue.

Mo Chen lazily used his paws to pull away the fortune teller's hands covering his eyes, but accidentally looked into a pair of eyes, and instantly felt his heart skip a beat.He seemed to really see that person's eyes, and really saw that face that he thought about day and night, but soon the illusion in front of him was replaced by a cold bronze mask, and he couldn't help feeling cold.Subconsciously, he stretched out his paw and pressed it on the mask, but the fortune teller grabbed it lightly and pushed the paw back.

"You know my name. How do you know?" Mo Chen asked suddenly.

"I can count the sky, the earth, and all living beings, so why can't I count your name?"

The mind was clear for a moment, and the feeling of rising hope and then failing again, on the contrary, a lot of drunkenness disappeared.

"Forget it, you are good at comforting people, since you have wasted so much effort to make me happy, I will not blame you for talking nonsense, let me go down." Mo Chen said and started to struggle. After drinking too much wine, the whole fox became lazy and refused to move after a few moves, and continued to be held in the arms of the fortune teller.

"Oh? You think I'm just comforting you?"

Isn't it comforting? It's wind and sunshine. Do you think he is one of those young foxes who are just fledgling and don't understand anything, and are fooled by a few sweet words?

The fortune teller stood up with the fox in his arms. At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the earth, rocks and fallen leaves on the ground were rolled up. There was also the sound of leaves from the big tree in front of him. The elegant shadow seemed to fly away at any moment.

"Look at this world, except for time, everything is just a moment, there is no eternity. We come from nothing and return to nothing. There is nothing in the first place. Only because of the track of time can we show this There are all kinds of things in the world. Therefore, it can be said that people, gods, ghosts, and demons in this world are all part of the heaven and earth. They have neither life nor death, nor even souls and bodies. If you see through their external forms, you will find that they Originally, it is to exist with the heaven and the earth. What the cultivators pursue is originally what all living beings are born with. So what I said is not to comfort you, the person you miss is only different from all things because of your miss, and because of Your memory will last forever."

"If it's as you said, then there are too many people who will live forever in this world? Everyone can think of their lover when they see the sun and rain, is it crowded to death?" Mo Chen didn't believe it.

The fortune teller just chuckled, "How can there be any eternal love, it will disappear because of the world, and it will turn into a reunion of heaven and earth."