Doctor and Fox

Another morning.

"Huh? Where's the person?" Seeing that the door and window of the guest room where Ah Hum was staying were closed, Wu Guang went in to look for him, but found that there was no one there. Feeling in his heart, he went back to Doctor Dong and told him.

"Maybe I went out to listen to a book." Doctor Dong tidied up the bed, and quickly tidied up the messy bed. "Go to the next street and walk around the corner. Isn't there a storytelling stand? He usually comes out at this time. He probably went there."

"I still want to tell him to continue looking for things in the endless mountains today." The little fox muttered, and suddenly the people who were busy at hand paused, and a sudden "hey" caught Wu Guang's attention.

"what happened?"

"I forgot one thing..." Doctor Dong felt a little embarrassed about his forgetfulness, "I forgot to tell your patriarch about the prescription... just forget it after saying everything."

The little fox couldn't help but sneered: "So you can forget things too, I thought I was the only one with a bad memory."

He clenched his palms into a ball and tapped the little fox's forehead: "I'm making fun of people more and more."

Covering the knocked forehead with the palm of his hand and staring at it, he didn't turn back, "Because, if you get close to the ink, you will be black."

"No, you're quite fair." Doctor Dong paused for a few seconds and said with a smile in his eyes. "Nearly white is white."

The storytelling booth at the corner of the intersection is also as usual. An old man on the stage has already started to talk about stories adapted from folk customs. It cheers, and among them there is ah-hum.

He was sitting on a wooden chair by the corner, listening with great interest to what the storyteller said: "Ximen Qing went up the mountain to fight a tiger, and was killed after breaking through Wu Er's affair with the tiger", as Mr. Pingshu became more and more He was more engrossed in listening to the passion.

When he heard "It is said that Ximen Qingqiao walked into the side of a wooden house in the mountain, and heard a voice calling 'Brother Song'", he suddenly heard a familiar voice in his ear: "Are you still talking to me?" Just like before, I love listening to these things.”

Surprised, he turned around suddenly.But he found that there was a figure on the side of the wooden chair he was sitting on which was empty just now, it was An Mo.Today, he was wearing an ordinary Tsing Yi upper body, but he still attracted the eyes of a few idlers around him who also came to listen to the storytelling like a nobleman who was well-served and well-served. However, under An Mo's cold gaze, he tactfully withdrew himself Sight.

And ahem, when he saw An Mo appearing next to him, he couldn't help but move his position, keeping a little distance from An Mo so that the two people who were sitting on the same wooden chair were not too close together.An Mo glanced at his movements a little, but didn't seem to care, listening to the storyteller's Yoyo speak by himself.

"I like this kind of non-marginal story, and I like to sit here and listen to people tell stories like this. You liked it very much before, and it hasn't changed at all."

A short, repeated sentence drew Ah Hum's attention, but he glanced at An Mo quietly and did not speak.An Mo continued to let his thoughts go back to the past.

"But at that time, I didn't like these things, and thought they were all nonsense. So I told you that we have no time to hurry, don't waste time on these things."

As he said that, he suddenly turned his head to face Ah Hum, and it just so happened that Ah Hum's eyes were all on him at this time, and he just happened to be caught.Ahhh, he hurriedly turned his head and cast his eyes on the storyteller, forcing himself to focus there, but in the next second, he couldn't listen to what An Mo said at all.

Because An Mo said: "Guess, what did you do when faced with such a request from me?"

In the ensuing atmosphere, the two fell into silence, and An Mo turned his attention to the storyteller.As if after a long wait, he heard a familiar deep voice answer: "I don't know."

"You said, okay. Then you never squatted in such a booth listening to stories again."

Ahhh, how much I like this atmosphere and these absurd stories that only humans can come up with. Only he himself knows. After sitting all night yesterday, he came out of the inn and saw this storytelling stand. He sat here alone in the cold morning and waited. Opening, just because he really likes it.

Now that he heard from An Mona that he had actually given up this hobby for this person, he couldn't keep his breath steady at that moment.He was surprised, really surprised.

"Do you think it's stupid?" An Mo continued to ask him, ahh, he was silent for a few seconds before speaking: "Yes, it's really stupid."

"But this kind of thing is really insignificant compared to the past." Because it is an insignificant thing, he can say it, and he can't say or say more things.

Ashamed to say it, he suddenly realized that if he really wanted to think about everything before, he didn't know if it would be good or not.Because of previous suspicions, the two left few good memories that can be treasured.

"If I say sorry now, will it be too late?"

"Needless to say, there is no need."

An Mo was taken aback. Does unnecessary mean that he doesn't accept it?

"You misunderstood." Ah Huh glanced at An Mo's expression, for some reason he could understand this person's thoughts at a glance.

"If this is my decision, I will not regret it. Because what makes me give up must be more precious."

"For me before, the more precious person is you."

When he put this thought into his mind, he immediately chose to believe it. The thought of "being drugged" in his heart was unknowingly forgotten at this moment. He now believes that his relationship with this fox is really true. very deep.

No reason, just think so, believe so.

"It's worthless now, so why talk about preciousness." He couldn't help but smile bitterly, sitting together and chatting quietly now should be a happy thing for him.

"Don't be like this, it's useless to think too much, it's better to listen to a storytelling." Noticing An Mo's gloomy expression, "Or, if you don't like it, you can leave first."

"No. I made a lot of wishes before. If I can find you again, I will do many things with you. Listening to storytelling is one of them. Try things and things you like. Is that okay?"

An Mo's expression became a little bleak in an instant, and he couldn't bear to say no: "It's up to you."

So a certain person had to push forward, and slowly moved his hand over to hold the hand on the chair, ahh, he was startled, but faced the pitiful face again: "Don't let go, okay?"

"..." A certain wolf said that he couldn't bear it!Just too slow....didn't notice...eh!Believe him! ! !

Then he went to see An Mo again, and the smile on the latter's face unexpectedly made him feel that this was not a bad situation.

Holding hands together, the two sitting quietly on the same wooden bench, it seems that something is quietly changing at this moment...

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By the way, what I dislike the most in Jinjiang is the text message in the station. Once you press it, it freezes for a long time and sometimes it doesn’t show up. People with OCD can’t afford to hurt it!So I still don't understand how Jinjiang plays....

Taking advantage of nothing to post a small article that has nothing to do with the article, it probably doesn't matter (*^__^*)

At that time, we were inseparable.

Say, let's play police games together.

I give you my favorite water gun.

You said, let's sit together when we go to the new school.

In this way, I became a tablemate who never changed seats.

You said, you look so pretty when you smile.

Since then, no matter sad or happy, smile has become my most obvious sign.

You said, let's go to the same university.

I filled in your favorite and most yearning university.

It's just that you missed the appointment.

Others said that we would never be separated, but that day I saw you who had packed up everything and was about to leave the country, and came to say goodbye.

"Sorry. My mother wants me to go abroad. Goodbye."

I said goodbye to you with a smile: "Well, goodbye."

"We'll be best friends forever, right?"

"Yes, forever."

Forever, just friends.

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I think of your smile that day again. I said that your smile is so beautiful.

Learn how to smile gently like you, and miss it.

very nice.

We are friends forever.

very nice.

you will never know.

very nice.

I love you.