a school of fox talk

The shadows of arrogance and conceit that shrouded his body faded away at this moment, leaving only the blue marks under his eyes. The man's tense back finally bent down, and his strong legs stretched casually. You can feel it just by looking at it. That deep exhaustion.

The little fox got closer and smelled a bloody smell emanating from the man's clothes. It backed up involuntarily, slipped its paws, and just made a small movement, shaking the man. woke up.

In fact, Yin Hanting didn't sleep very deeply. Even though he was very tired, he didn't dare to relax for a moment while holding the grass that might leave him at any moment.

The little fox immediately leaned up from his lap, and its hair exploded into a ball. It was on guard, he didn't want to be eaten!

However, the man just stretched out his hand and rubbed its head, then hugged it, closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Sleep for a while."

The valley was sparsely populated, and there were no cottages within a few miles of the pool, so they could only find a clean grass to sit on, leaning against a tree, and sleeping on the ground.

However, the always honorable Lord Long did not complain. His fine clothes were stained with blood and muddy water, but he felt extremely satisfied, especially when his arms were no longer empty, and he was able to hold all he wanted tightly, so warm, So petite.

Two years ago, he knew the truth and drank Bai Ze's wine, but he couldn't find Xiaocao at all. It was the time when he was burning with anxiety. He said that if he couldn't find it among the living, he would go to the dead. Check it out, maybe?

At that time, he seemed to be crazy, he searched almost all the large and small graves and corpse fields inside and outside the Wushan Mountain, and actually found a sedan chair and a remnant shaft on a narrow road that was rarely visited by people.

The sedan chair is not big, but the cloud pattern on the sedan chair is exquisitely made, but the gold-plated ornaments that should have been adorned on the four corners of the sedan chair were ripped off, and all the valuables were taken away, making it look dusty Yes, if you don't identify it carefully, you can't tell that this thing comes from Tiangong.

At that time, Yin Hanting was standing beside the sedan chair, his face turned pale instantly. On the ground, he also saw a few relics belonging to the Heavenly Soldiers, stained with dried pus and blood, clinging to his clothes. There were no bones, perhaps the bones had already turned into blood.

Thinking of this, he didn't even have the courage to lift the car curtain to look inside.

Could the grass be inside?

Could it be just a coincidence that the sedan chair of the Heavenly Palace appeared on the path leading to Wushan Mountain for no reason?

Yin Hanting took a deep breath, and only then could he hold back the trembling of his fingertips, Xiaocao...

He opened the curtain of the car, at first glance, he did not find any blood-stained clothes inside, he let out a heavy sigh of relief, but then, he saw a small box rolled down in a corner, the lacquered The bright pink dressing box is engraved with patterns like running water.

Yin Hanting's lips trembled, and he was a little unsteady when he reached out to pick up the box.

However, to his surprise, the box seemed to be empty, with nothing in it.

Yin Hanting subconsciously let go, and lifted the lid, only to find that there was something inside—two yellowed leaves lying quietly at the bottom of the box.

This is a tree species unique to the East China Sea, with clear veins and plump leaves. After getting out of the sea water, it will turn from green to burnt yellow...

These are the leaves he plucked for Xiaocao. He wanted to hear him play, so when he was still in Donghai, he played with these two leaves more than once.

Holding the leaves, Yin Hanting finally heard the sound of countless expectations collapsing in his heart. After a long silence, he frantically searched for the traces belonging to Xiaocao. He called his name, but the sun was shining, and there were only he alone...

He couldn't tell the horror of finally having hope but disappearing again, maybe he would never meet Xiaocao again in his whole life, fear made him suffocate, desolation made him despair...

Seeing the man closing his eyes heavily again, the little fox couldn't figure it out, is he planning to let him go?

Although the stars are beautiful, but the night is so dense, it dare not go out... and Xiao Hei, who didn't come to save it...

The little fox nestled on Yin Hanting's lap, curled up its paws, its little ears drooped in aggrieved way.

Yin Hanting slightly opened his eyes to look at it, and curled the corners of his mouth a little. At least the grass is still here. Recalling those pains of separation now, it was like a nightmare. He picked up the white underwear and covered it, so that it would A little warmer.

The two cuddled together and spent a peaceful night together.

When the little fox woke up again, there was no one in front of him. It was lying in the warm clothes. It was taken aback for a moment, looked left and right, and soon realized that this was a good opportunity to escape.

It hurriedly stood up, scrambled and struggled to get rid of its clothes, but before rushing too far, it smelled the aroma of grilled fish.

"Squeak..." The little fox stopped, it was so hungry...

The foot involuntarily headed towards the place where the aroma came from, but when it turned around a gentle slope, it saw that the person who captured it yesterday was grilling fish. The plump fresh fish was skewered on the branches, and the oil dripped down drop by drop. .

Little Fox: "Woooo..." swallowed.

Yin Hanting had already noticed the movement of it getting up. After all, his dragon ball was still in the little guy's stomach. In fact, it was impossible for it to escape from his palm.

And there were already two grilled fresh fish beside him. Although they lacked some seasoning, the meat was smooth and tender.

"Are you hungry?" Yin Hanting hooked the corners of his lips for the first time.

The little fox squatted obediently beside the man. In front of it was the grilled fish. It wanted to eat it very much, but it didn't dare.

Seeing that it didn't bite immediately, Yin Hanting thought that Xiaocao was having a hard time with his pride, so he had to help him separate the fish, and then fed a little bit to its mouth.

The little fox was so hungry, he hesitated for a moment before swallowing it, it was so delicious!

Yin Hanting didn't need to feed it, and it would bury its head in its mouth and start eating.

Yin Hanting said calmly: "Eat slowly, it's all yours."

The little fox didn't have time to pay attention to him, it even wanted to drag the fish back, filling its stomach while running away.

Of course, although Yin Hanting could not predict such a naive idea, the grilled fish is covered with leaves, and if it is dragged away, the food will be dirty. He frowned, and naturally he would not let him succeed. He was going to hug the little fox to his lap Go up, free your hands to feed it yourself.

But the little fox always thought that he was being fattened up and waiting to be slaughtered. As soon as Yin Hanting stretched out his hand, it closed its eyes and screamed in fright.

With a full stomach, I screamed with energy.

Yin Hanting was stunned for a moment, he didn't understand what happened to Xiaocao, "Xiaocao...are you afraid?"

The little fox whimpered and hugged his head with his little paws.

Yin Hanting was silent for a while, as if he had some reluctance to take down the last fish on the bonfire, put it in front of the little fox and said, "Turn into shape after eating, if you don't want to stay here, just tell me yourself."

Tell him personally, and then let him know how much you hurt each other during those days in Donghai, how happy the memories are, and how painful it is to pull them now.

The little fox squatted in front of the grilled fish, thought for a while, nodded, and turned his grief into appetite. He ate four fish in a row, and finally licked his lips, looked up at Yin Hanting.

Yin Hanting sat on the stone indifferently, even a little unwilling to meet the little fox's eyes.

The little fox brewed for a while, and transformed into... um... transformed?

The dry wood in the fire made a crackling sound, the wind was very light, and the distant mountain peaks were strangely shaped, shrouded in light mist, and only the valley where they were located was the clearest.

The little fox held back all his strength and puffed out his cheeks, but he didn't expect that the transformation didn't seem to go smoothly, and even Yin Hanting noticed that it was sluggish for a long time.

After a while, the little fox whimpered tearfully.

Yin Hanting was stunned and said: "Can't it melt?"

The little fox nodded hesitantly, it just forgot how to transform...

One big one and one small one stared, Yin Hanting froze in place, why couldn't he change form?It's unbelievable, unless...

Xiaocao still refused to face him.

Yin Hanting didn't say much, and he didn't blame, he didn't want to admit that he was even relieved that he didn't have to see Xiaocao's disgusted eyes.He stretched out his hand and rubbed Xiaocao's head, and said softly, "It doesn't matter."

This is the first time for the little fox to feel the kindness of the man in front of him. If it can remember how to change form, it will ask the man if he can not eat it, and it will be very good.

Yin Hanting picked up the little Mao Tuanzi who was lazy after eating, and walked towards the edge of the pool under the gentle slope.

For a long time, he waited here, with nothing to do, so he buried some trinkets under the peach blossom tree by the pool, which he saw and bought by accident in the East China Sea or in the world, and wanted to give them away. I gave it to Xiaocao, but I saved it year after year until the box was full.

Later he reunited under Chongyan's deliberate arrangement, at that time he was ecstatic, he had a lot to give him, and there were countless rare treasures, this box of cheap little things was naturally forgotten, and Chongyan Yan also only needs rare treasures, so the box is still buried in the soil so far, so it can become one of the few proofs that he has treated Xiaocao with sincerity.

Yin Hanting silently dug the grass under his feet, and the little fox curiously poked its claws beside him.

Until he took out the box, wiped off the sticky dirt on the surface, and said lightly: "It's all for you."

"Squeak?" The little fox was happy when he heard that it was for himself. As soon as Yin Hanting opened the box, it couldn't wait to stick its head in.

Cough cough...a big musty smell...and there is no food in it...

A little disappointed, Mao Tuanzi retracted his head again.

Yin Hanting smiled wryly, dispersed the accumulated moisture in the box, picked and picked from the inside, and even took out a grasshopper made of straw rope. The grasshopper had been left for so many years, and it broke with a slight tug.

But when the little fox saw the lifelike worm swaying on the grass tail, he really stretched out his claws to catch it, so silly.

Yin Hanting teased it for a while, until the grasshopper was caught twice and felt stale, and the little fox looked at Yin Hanting eagerly again.

Yin Hanting searched again, this time it was a string of ornaments, with a wooden bead hanging in the middle, the golden tassel underneath was crumpled and completely brown due to the underground tide.

The little fox didn't seem very interested in the bead.

But Yin Hanting took the beads quietly and stopped, as if caught in a memory.