Lord, he's not dead yet

moonlight, moonlight

The green under the radiance of the long river is slowly blowing in the evening breeze

Several Phalaenopsis plants with beautiful flowers on the roadside are slender and tall, with round petals and three lobes. on it

The four wings are stacked and fluttering slightly. There is a wide yellow oblique band on the forewing, with white spots on both sides. There is a dark big eye spot on the bottom of the hind wing. The hammer-shaped antennae are playing with the sweet stamens.

Yan Xiao approached carefully, and the two butterflies were disturbed, and when they spread their wings, they brought a warm light spot

The strong fragrance penetrated straight into Yan Xiao's nose, and he coughed loudly, frowning and ran back to Yi You's side

Different from Leyou City, it is a bustling place where small stalls set up on the street are scattered with gadgets and snacks, and the stall owner shakes his fan and chats leisurely with the people sitting next to him.

Yan Xiao ran back and forth to look, and didn't want to go shopping anymore, so he found a nearby inn and went in. The boss at the counter flipped through the ledger quickly with two arms, and jingled the abacus with the other two arms

Yiyou asked for a yard, gave the rent, and a clay figurine came out from behind the curtain

He has a red knot on his head, and he is fat, not even as high as Yan Xiao's waist. He walks crookedly step by step, looking naive

"Is he a demon?" Yan Xiao asked

Yiyou is no longer surprised that he knows what a demon is. The baby in his hand seems to be ignorant, but actually knows everything

"It's not a demon, it's a puppet, just like that shopkeeper"

As soon as Yiyou finished speaking, the clay figurine stopped and looked back at him. The yellow clay eyes did not reveal any emotion.

The shopkeeper with four arms behind them appeared at some time, "How did the customer see it?"

"Celestial silk reflects light under the moon"

The shopkeeper's expression was obviously much more vivid than that of the clay figurine. After suddenly realizing it, he gave a natural salute, "Taught"

After the clay figurine and the shopkeeper left, Yiyou tightened his cuffs, his lowered eyes met Yan Xiao's adoring gaze

"Yiyou is amazing!"

"It's just so much better than you...a lot"

In the simple and simple courtyard, a large piece of low Junyingcao is planted. There is a light green midrib in a string of white lantern-shaped flower clusters, elegant and beautiful, with a pleasant fragrance

Yan Xiao ran over, squatted down, and repeated the movements he had done many times before

Yiyou found that every time he met a new flower and plant along the way, he would go up and smell it

After smelling the fragrance of flowers, there will always be a trace of disappointment in the eyes

"What are you looking for, Xiaoxiao?"

“Looking for a taste”

"Does it smell like flowers?"

"It's flowers..." His golden eyes became confused, as if caught in some kind of memory, he said uncertainly, "The smell of bones"

After he finished speaking, he asked Yiyou strangely, "Why do flowers smell like bones?"

"Flowers are obviously fragrant", he asked himself and answered, walked to Yiyou's side, and hugged him relyingly

He murmured and repeated, "Flowers are fragrant...it's right to be fragrant...how could a corpse be fragrant?"

"...what is the skeleton of the flower?"

He asked helplessly, his thin shoulders twitching slightly

"I've been locked up for too long"

The hoarse cry came to Yiyou's ears with resentment

"I forgot a lot of things, I don't remember Luo Luo, there are many, many things, I don't remember anything..."

Yiyou raised his chin and saw his tearful eyes, impotent anger, and helpless crying

"very pitiful"

His deep voice is as flat as ever, and it seems especially indifferent at this time

Yan laughed and burst into tears

"...you coax me!...coax me..."

He choked up and lost his temper, pulled Yiyou's clothes with dissatisfied hands, stared at him with teary eyes, two lines of tears slid down the corners of his eyes and cheeks

"Hurry up and coax me..."

Seeing him crying out of breath, Yiyou tugged at his clothes ferociously, with an inconspicuous smile in his dark eyes

"Why are you so fierce?" Pale fingertips wiped away the hot tears from the corners of his eyes, "You are so fierce and pitiful"

"...I said I'm not very good... woo woo..."

At that time he asked Yan Xiao if he was a murderous villain, he said he was not, he was not very good

It turned out that the sadness at that time was because he couldn't escape the cage

Really, poor dead

"Don't cry, didn't I rescue you?"

He raised his head to look at Yiyou, buried himself in Yiyou's arms again, and sobbed with great sadness, "...you are also a liar, I know...I know..."

Yiyou laughed softly, bent over and hugged him, "So you're so smart?"

He picks up the ending, and the modal particles make his words sound vivid and gentle

"...I'm smart! I know everything!"

Listening to his rather proud tone, Yiyou asked amusedly, "What do you know?"

"I didn't sleep all day"

Yiyou recalled his murmured words after waking up, his voice was too low at that time, and Yiyou thought he was talking to himself

"anything else?"

Yan Xiao lay on his shoulder, put his mouth close to his ear, rubbed against his ear softly, humming and chirping, unable to speak anymore

"Gone?"

Yiyou put him on the bed, watched him crawl into the bed wiping his tears, and said coquettishly

"……I'm going to go to bed"