The Fall of a Tyrant

更新时间2015-9-1312:39:07字数：1417

In the early morning of the next day, the mist covered the ordinary-looking carriage and gradually sank into the white mist. The Vulcan drew down the curtains, and the waving green man disappeared behind him.

He and Qingfeng have already embarked on the road to the north.

During the day, they talked and talked, and at night, they hugged each other and slept.

No one bothered these two unremarkable carriages walking in the fields and countryside.

The two finally opened their hearts that had been closed for a long time. They talked about everything as if they had met a lifelong friend, and it was like a young couple who had not been married for a long time whispering in the bottom of their hearts. No one could destroy the protective barrier.

But now Vulcan's sleep is getting heavier, as if a lazy snake is wrapped in a thick quilt and needs to hibernate, sometimes sleeping for a whole day.

When Vulcan was sleeping, Qingfeng was outside holding the horse. At this time, the world was an extremely cold and white place, and even the hot breath he exhaled was dyed the color of snow.

He frowned, and the melancholy hidden in it was only revealed when he was quiet.

No one can catch up with his heartache at this moment. Seeing with his own eyes that the person he loves is weak and in danger, getting thinner and thinner, but he can't find any way to relieve it. This kind of feeling is more painful than cutting him into pieces .

All he can do now is to take good care of him and be with him.

The carriage traveled slowly for more than ten days, finally, Qingfeng pulled the reins, before he had time to marvel at the scenery, he got into the carriage and gently patted Vulcan's sleeping face.

"Vulcan, get up quickly, we're here."

Vulcan was still in a deep sleep defenseless, Qingfeng was a little helpless, he half hugged Vulcan's body and gave him warm clothes one by one, and finally put on a white fox fur cape and a loose hat, Carefully tucking Vulcan's faded hair into the hood.

Qingfeng carried Vulcan out of the carriage, and left the heater in the car, Vulcan was awakened by the cold air, he opened his eyes, his tired pale eyes were finally stained with a gleam of light.

Qingfeng dismantled a horse, and he picked up Vulcan and sat on the horse's back, tightly protecting Vulcan in his arms.

It was snowing from the sky, and the snow as light as goose feathers fell on the face, body, and the snow-covered ground, which was cool and prickly.

As far as the eye could see, they were so deep in it that they were so white that it was almost impossible to see other colors.

Not far away, that small, quiet town seemed to be asleep, silent.

Qingfeng said: "Here, no one can disturb us. In spring, we can go camping, which is the entertainment we prepare every year. In summer, we can swim. I remember that your water skills are not as good as mine. In autumn, we can race horses. Raise a few small horses for fun, every winter, we can enjoy the snow like this.”

He held Vulcan's cold hand, and he didn't even notice the slight trembling in his words until the end.

Vulcan naturally didn't notice it, but said regretfully: "But we had the black panther with us all the time."

"It's okay, let May lead it, it will be very obedient."

Vulcan nodded and stopped talking, but leaned against Qingfeng calmly, feeling the different heartbeats between them, and slowly walked into a brand new world.

This is an uninhabited town, lonely at the foot of the mountain, waiting for a master who does not dislike it to awaken its memories of people coming and going.

Now, it has waited until Vulcan looks at the empty town with pity, and then it is the last companion.

The snow on the road slammed loudly, and the following carriages jingled and made clear and ethereal bells, which woke up the birds, standing on the eaves with flapping wings and chirping.

Qingfeng chose to be in the center of the town, surrounded by houses on all sides, and there was a sleeping willow tree in the yard, and a nest of birds were poking their heads out of the tree, looking curiously at these strange visitors.

Vulcan sat in the carriage, watching with interest Qingfeng tidying up the house, shoveling snow, and moving things at a very fast speed.

There was a vacant rattan rocking chair at home, and Qingfeng got excited. After cleaning it in a few times, he put on a warm bedding, and couldn't wait to hug Vulcan to feel it.

He shook the wooden chair and asked expectantly, "How is it? Is it comfortable?!"

"I'm not an old man, how can I use this kind of thing."

Vulcan wanted to get up, but Aomine pressed him down again helplessly.

"Who said you have to be old to use this wooden chair, now you can use it and I can use it."

Although Huoshen was helpless, the rocking chair was indeed very comfortable, and he felt light and light when he rocked it. In a trance, Qingfeng's figure became more and more blurred.

Qingfeng held Vulcan's hand tightly, watching Vulcan lovingly falling asleep on the rocking chair.

At this time, the stove in the room was burning vigorously, and within a short while, the cold room became warm.