Makino stood under the tree, looking a little nervous, counting down softly, "Three, two, one."

Before the words were finished, the canopy on one side began to shine brightly, from left to right, one by one, on the hundreds of years old trees, those huge canopies finally all lit up, first on the trees , and then the bushes again, these spots of light flickered on and off, Wen Ya was stunned, and stretched out his hand, the fireflies were attracted by him, and landed on his shoulders and hands.

Enveloped in light, Wen Ya looked at the little bug with a flashing halo tail in his hand, and said softly, "Firefly."

He raised his head and looked towards Makino, and saw that he was also standing in the light, his brows stretched suddenly, a faint smile appeared on his face, he looked like a god even though he was only wearing a sleeveless vest and shorts.He nodded slightly towards him, took out the straw mat and the melons and fruits soaked in the well water from under the tree, and led him to lie side by side under the tall green gang tree.

In the midsummer night, his palms were slightly hot. It was the first time Wen Ya had seen so many fireflies. Looking up at the countless light spots, he murmured: "There are so many fireflies here. I haven't heard from the villagers before. Pass."

He didn't understand why these fireflies were sent to him by Mu Changfeng, but he didn't think about it deeply, but suddenly remembered that in the summer night when Changfeng was a child, they also looked for fireflies beside the spiritual vein of Lingshanzong.

It is rumored that when nourished by spiritual energy, those fireflies will no longer die in just one season, but can live for several years. The fluorescent light they emit is not only yellow and green, but can also become orange, Blue Purple.If you can see them flying and circling in the countryside, it must be very beautiful.That being said, they have never been able to find them once. Fortunately, there are cicadas singing in summer nights, stars, resting spirit beasts, and shining mushrooms. His little boy must hold them Holding his hand, he walked slowly along the spiritual veins in the summer night, without feeling bored at all.

Makino said, "Because there were no fireflies here."

"These were caught at the foot of Lingshan Mountain."

After the spirit veins were destroyed, at the foot of the Lingshan Mountain, all the beautiful spirit flowers and plants withered, and weeds grew wildly. They searched for many summer nights but couldn't find the fireflies that gave off purple and blue lights. They didn't know where they went. The most common kind, dotted in the wilderness, shining every night.

Wen Ya was startled, turned his head, and looked at Makino in bewilderment, but he stretched out his hand to lightly cover his eyes, and seriously pressed a kiss on his lips.

"Ayan, I can take you back"

Wen Ya suddenly heard these words, his eyes blindfolded by his palms suddenly opened wide, his eyelashes swept his palms slightly itchy, there was a long silence, some warm liquid wet his palms, warm Ya grabbed his hand and said out of breath, "Say it again?"

Makino watched him, wiped away the wet marks on his face with the edge of his palm, and said seriously, "We can go home together."

Wen Ya nodded, suddenly his whole body trembled uncontrollably, he seemed to want to smile, but tears kept rolling down.

Makino held him firmly like a child, exerted a little strength in his palms, and stroked his back. Hearing that he was still breathing in his arms, he asked while panting, "When we go back, I'll change into another body, won't I?"

Makino nodded.

Wen Ya was still a little uneasy, so he raised his body and asked, "When the time comes, will I still remember you?"

Makino's arms holding him slightly tightened, which eased his uneasiness, before he said, "You will never forget anything."

Only then did Wen Ya really relax, and murmured: "I... have been thinking about what to do if I die and leave you alone in the future—" There is no solution to this question, and it is useless to think about it. It's just that once he calmed down, these thoughts would be stuffed into his mind uncontrollably.

Makino thought for a while and replied, "If that's the case, I will find you again."

Wen Ya shook his head, as if he had already guessed that he would answer like this, "But I don't want you to suffer any more, do you understand? Even if this life is over and there is a next life, I will never remember you again, that would be another person gone."

Makino smiled shortly, and said, "I came here to look for you, and I never expected you to remember me."

"I don't remember anything at that time, do you think I'm someone else?"

Wen Ya was startled, and suddenly didn't know how to answer. To him, Mu Changfeng was Mu Changfeng. Even if he didn't remember him, even if he changed a hundred names and a thousand faces, he was still Mu Changfeng. .How can he convince him that he can't even find out what he sees?

Fortunately, they can go back together now, Wen Ya is Wen Ya, Mu Changfeng is Mu Changfeng, no one will forget.

It was not hot at night in the mountains, and Makino still held him in the same posture as before, and looked up at the fireflies flying in the sky, and said in a low voice, "Actually, for a long time, I thought I was looking for your reincarnation. At that time, Lao Ye also advised me in the same way. After one life is over, there will be no more Wen Zhuyu. You will have a new name, a new family, and maybe you will love others as you love me. That is your life, and I should not Interference, no matter how hard you feel to let go, you should force yourself to let go."

"He said that he himself is like this. In fact, everyone in the Blood Fiend Palace knows it. He just pretended to deceive himself, but he never really let go of it in his heart. It's just that no one exposed it."

Wen Ya vaguely remembered hearing Hu Tutu talk about this old incident. When Ye Feibai was young, he had an unholy relationship. The other party was a Buddhist disciple. Because he had feelings for him, he ruined his practice and died according to the sect's rules.The Buddha finally begged him not to embarrass his teacher because of him. He was so sad and angry that he had to chop down the pagoda in the Jinding Temple with a knife.Later, the monk rebuilt the ruined pagoda, but he couldn't get rid of the regret in his heart. As long as the pagoda was rebuilt, it would collapse in an instant. So after a hundred years, there is still a ruined pagoda in Jinding Temple.

"Although he said this, I always felt that even if your name is not Wen Zhuyu, you are not my master, and you have another life that I don't know about, you are still you. Although I shouldn't interfere, I can participate. At worst, I will change my life." I want to meet you with this identity. If you are a mortal, I will be a mortal; if you are a monster, I will be a monster—"

He can accompany him to be a child again and grow up again, be his neighbor's elder brother, ride him on his neck every day, lead him to catch crickets, release paper kites, buy him candy, and don't let anyone bully him; You can change him to be his master, teach him to read and write, teach him to refine Qi and build a foundation, catch the most beautiful little spirit beast for him, and forge the best natal sword.He wants to accompany him, love him, and protect him, even if he can't be his lover, he will admit it, and it doesn't matter.

It turned out that he was looking for him in the vast sea of ​​time with such a wish, but Wen Ya's eyes suddenly became sore again, he stretched out his hand to pinch his face, and lightly reprimanded: "Stupid."

How can I find you if I am not stupid?

Makino looked down at him, with a smile on his lips, and hugged him even tighter.

A week later, the two left Miao Village to return to Beijing.

Wen Ya sorted out the children's book list, and assured them that there would be bear-infested storybooks, Detective Conan and Harry Potter in the school library next semester, as well as children's editions of historical records, dinosaur pop-up books and astronomical books. Encyclopedia, a group of children sent them far away.

There was no calendar day in the mountains, and Wen Ya was still a little dazed while waiting for the flight at the airport, feeling that it hadn't been long, and half of July had already passed in a blink of an eye.

Next, "Second Generation Game" was launched, and Makino was going to fly overseas to shoot a commercial, and the two of them had to be separated for a while.

Wen Ya sighed, but he was slightly looking forward to joining the filming team soon.

Recently, I helped to shovel the sand and scrape white, and then assisted in fitness. My figure is now perfectly up to standard. Although I am still thin, the lines have come out anyway. I just don’t know if I can adapt to the filming method of the movie.

While thinking wildly, he opened Weibo to see what he had missed recently.

Lou Chen's "Xiao Xiao Autumn Wind Rises" has been broadcast on the Internet for a while, and today there are three related hot searches. I don't know if I bought it, or if it is really so topical.But regardless of whether it is true or false, he will not look at it carefully, and just ignore it.

Today is Friday, and the episode of "The Adventures of the Singer" that he participated in the recording was broadcast. It just so happened that last month he also recorded an episode of the haunted house variety show "Ah, there are ghosts", and it was also today.But the time does not fight, one noon and one night, the fans are very happy, and they all said that today they will sit and wait in front of the TV with a small bench.

At noon, "Ah, there are ghosts." The rules of the game are that one team is responsible for using terrain conditions and props to scare people and interfere with tasks, and the other team has "weapons" that can counterattack and must complete tasks within the time limit. Ya is in the team responsible for pretending to be ghosts and scaring people, and contributed a lot of laughs.

Wen Ya watched it for a while while waiting for the plane, but he didn't care too much about the number of shots he took. Most of the time he laughed wildly with the audience. He felt that this kind of variety show that saw others being tricked and scared was really relaxing. Maybe he could make up a few more episodes when he had time. .

After the plane landed at night, on the way home, it was about the time when "The Adventures of the Singer" started. Wen Ya received a link from Nie Yuankai, "!!! Brother, you are in this episode!"

Wen Ya smiled, and had no choice but to click on the link and see the whole way home, but he did not expect that the performance of the two at the Nice train station was replaced by the sound source, and the barrage was almost full of "???", or complaining about " The hand shapes don’t match up”, full of doubts about their performance.

Wen Ya rubbed his temples, and felt a little strange. The music of the Fairy Sword game was replaced due to copyright issues, which is expected, but after that performance, they also had a piece of piano music from his teacher, I don’t know Why, it was cut off directly.

This is a good time, I am afraid that someone will scold him for fake bombs in a while.

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