medicine stone without medicine

Although Yuan Jing said this sincerely, Lou Hua didn't care what would happen to the flowered blanket, so he subconsciously wanted to refuse.

But he paused before he could say no.

Lou Huaxiang thought of something, the corner of his lips suddenly curled up the next moment, and said to Yuan Jing:

"Of course, you can go, we are not in a hurry."

Yuan Jing seemed very relieved, and smiled at him.

Afterwards, he thanked them and turned to the entrance of the village.

Lou Hua looked at his leaving back with a smile, and met Qin Dongyi's gaze when she looked back.

He shrugged, thought for a while, and deliberately explained one more sentence:

"It's not that I don't want to go, it's he who wants us to stay."

Qin Dongyi seemed a little helpless, he hesitated to speak for a moment, but finally said nothing, just raised his hand to stroke his hair.

Lou Hua's acting skills have always been clumsy, as long as he is careful, he can see what he is planning.

Even though Lou Hua's attempt was a bit dangerous, Qin Dongyi still didn't stop him in the end.

Lou Hua smiled at him, lowered her head and continued to look at the bones of those children just now.

These corpses are no different from yellow sand, and they shatter when squeezed lightly.

"What's the matter?" Qin Dong thought that he was looking seriously, so he asked one more question.

"It's nothing."

Lou Hua threw the broken bone in his hand to the ground:

"I just thought that it would be boring if people came to this world and turned into such a pile of loess in the end."

"En." Qin Dongyi replied, and then, just as he was about to say something, he heard Lou Hua say:

"But if I eat more sugar before I die, will the soil I turn into after death be sweeter?"

Qin Dongyi would always be amused by his weird ideas.

He looked at the painting for a while, and suddenly asked:

"Did you see Ah Ying?"

"Chang Ying? Isn't that kid here..."

Lou Hua didn't pay much attention, and wanted to point to the position behind Qin Dongyi, but when he raised his eyes, he stopped.

There was no one behind Qin Dongyi, and that kid was clearly there just now.

Lou Hua recalled Chang Ying's more transparent figure just now.

As the effectiveness of the magic circle increases, Chang Ying, an outsider who is not counted, will gradually disappear.

Lou Hua knew this, but he didn't tell Qin Dongyi, he just smiled at him:

"I don't know, maybe I went somewhere to play."

After saying that, he stood up from the broken bone and walked out of the yard.

The peach trees in the yard had turned into dead wood and fell to the ground, leaving only pink peach petals.

At the moment when she was discharged from the hospital, Lou Hua was suddenly in a trance.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, only to feel that everything he saw suddenly doubled for a moment.

The man in the yard next door just came back from chopping firewood, and he waved enthusiastically at Lou Hua:

"Xiaohua, good morning."

Lou Hua was originally unwilling to talk to him, but for some reason, before he could respond, the person subconsciously raised his hand:

"morning."

Taoyuan Village is a small village that does not compete with the world, just like a big family, every household has contact with each other.

But the closest ones are those two families on the edge of the village.

"Small painting, small painting?"

The woman's gentle voice rang in his ears, and Lou Hua frowned slightly.

His nostrils were filled with the astonishing aroma of peach blossoms, but he seemed to be extremely sleepy, and he never opened his eyes.

The woman's voice kept calling, and after a while, Lou Hua felt a hand brushing away the hair on his forehead, and then lightly pinched his cheek:

"Aren't you going to stay in bed after taking a nap? Wake up, Xu Yu asked us to eat dumplings at night, let's go early and make some for Aunt Xu."

Lou Hua slightly opened his eyes when he heard this.

His room was a bit dark, and when he first opened his eyes, he could only see a vague figure in front of him.

Lou Hua rubbed his eyes and sat up, and when he raised his eyes again, he finally saw the appearance of the woman in front of him clearly.

The woman is slender and wears a linen dress.Her hair is black and long, tied behind her head with a thorn hairpin.

Her image is not much different from what Lou Hua imagined before.

The only thing is, this woman has no face.

There are no facial features on her fair skin, and her voice seems to come from outside. It is undoubtedly weird and scary in such a dark room.

But Lou Hua didn't seem to be surprised at all.

He doesn't know what emotion is, even after being controlled by the illusion for most of himself.

Even if everything in front of him is a one-to-one replica of what he imagined, he still can't feel a sense of family from the person in front of him.

All he knew was that this person was his mother.

Mothers are to be treated with tenderness.

So Lou Hua tried to smile at the woman, and the woman patted the top of his head lightly:

"Let's go."

He nodded, got up and walked out of the house.

When he opened the door, the harsh sunlight outside made him a little uncomfortable.

Lou Hua closed her eyes for a while, so that everything in front of her eyes was not so dazzling.

He saw a dark-skinned man sitting on a small stool under the blooming peach tree in the yard, with a pile of wooden mechanisms at his feet, as if he was tinkering with some gadgets.

Like women, he has no face.

The man waved his hand at the painting, and hearty laughter came:

"Yao'er, why did you get up, come and see, does the wooden box you want look like this?"

Their attitude and tone towards Lou Hua are very strange.

Obviously he is an adult image, but his parents treat him tenderly and dotingly, as if they are treating a child.

Looking at all this, Lou Hua felt a little familiar.

The afternoon sun was just right, and there was a scarecrow standing abruptly under the peach tree in the yard.

The scarecrow's smile was as ugly as in memory, Lou Hua looked at it from a distance for a while, but felt that it was not enough, and finally walked over to hug it skillfully.

The scarecrow was still so piercing, but it was still so warm.

Lou Hua hugged her for a while, and after an unknown amount of time, he suddenly heard a heartbeat from the scarecrow's chest.

At some point, the scarecrow's body also became softer, with a touch of sandalwood.

Lou Hua froze for a moment, then looked up.

What he was holding changed from a scarecrow to a man with handsome eyes.

The man was dressed in a smoky blue robe, his long hair was simply tied up with a wooden hairpin, and his expression was indifferent. Just looking at it gave people a sense of untouchable distance.

But Lou Hua didn't find him difficult to get close to at all.

He bent his eyes at him, and asked without beginning and end:

"do you like me?"

Hearing this, the man's expression was inexplicably unbearable.

He bent his lips and smiled at Lou Hua, but there was some sadness in his smile for no reason.

He only responded softly:

"Ah."

Hearing the response, Lou's portrait is a child who got candy.

He rubbed against the man's arms again, and took a deep sniff of the sandalwood on his body.

"Come on, Xiaohua, try the peach blossom cake that mother just made."

Until the woman's voice broke the tranquility of the two.

Lou Hua turned his head and took a look. The woman was holding a plate of peach blossom cakes, and pinched a piece with the other hand, as if she wanted to feed him.

Listening to her tone, Lou Hua could imagine that if she had a face, her current expression would be gentle and smiling.

He looked at the peach blossom cake in the woman's hand, but he didn't ask her to feed it, but brought it over by himself.

"Taste it." The woman's tone was expectant.

Lou Hua looked at the delicate pastry and raised his hand to put it in his mouth, but the man in front of him grabbed his wrist.

He didn't pay much attention to it, he pulled out his hand and insisted on trying it, so he lowered his head and took a small bite.

But the next moment, he spit out what was in his mouth.

This peach blossom cake is bitter and astringent, with a fishy smell of soil.

But after biting it open, the red sandwich is still dripping.

Lou Hua looked at it for a while, but said nothing.

Seeing him like this, the woman asked:

"What's the matter, isn't it delicious?"

Lou Hua smiled at her and shook her head.

Then, he took another bite of the pastry in his hand.

The taste of the pastry remained the same, but this time he didn't spit it out, but chewed the earthy thing slowly.

Although the taste was really sad, Lou Hua swallowed it down.

The bitter taste woke him up a bit.

"Brother Xiaohua, brother Xiaohua."

Suddenly, Lou Hua heard someone calling him.

He glanced at the source of the sound, but there was nothing there.

But the child's voice didn't disappear, he said with a bit of crying:

"Brother Xiao Hua, you can hear me, right?"

"Brother Xiao Hua, only you can hear my voice, what's going on?"

"Brother Xiaohua, look at me, please help me!"

The child's words made Lou Hua frowned.

He didn't want to hear it, but the guy kept making noise and it was unsettling.

This uncontrolled feeling reminded Lou Hua of some bad memories.

He held the pastry in his palm.

When it comes to the cultivation level of him and Qin Dongyi, as long as they are on guard in advance, it is difficult for external forces to invade their consciousness, so it is not easy to be controlled by the magic circle.

Although Lou Hua did it on purpose, in order to prevent himself from indulging in it, he had already made preparations to protect part of his spiritual consciousness.

So he remembered.

From the pastry to the people, it's all fake.

The woman next to me is still asking:

"What's the matter, Xiaohua, is it not to your taste?"

Hearing this sound, the man on the side also came over:

"What's the matter? Is Yao'er unhappy?"

Lou Hua frowned, at this moment, his face was lightly touched.

The person wearing sandalwood in front of him called his name seriously:

"Lou Hua, look at me."

There is also an invisible child crying:

"Little Brother Hua!!"

For a moment, Lou Hua couldn't tell what was real and what was fake.

In his countless childhood dreams, his family should be like this, where he would be protected, coaxed, and favored, with a gentle mother and a rough father like other families.

And Qin Dongyi, the Qin Dongyi here will also respond to him, saying that he loves him.

Now it's real, and someone's trying to drag him out of it.

But Lou Hua remembered something again.

Under the moonlight, the child seriously said that both you and Master are very important to him.

He said that you are not crazy, but the world you see is different from others.

He said Qingyang Mountain Grand Competition, can you come and see me?

Yes, the kid is going to disappear.

If you ignore him, he will be completely erased from this world soon.

Another old voice popped out of Lou Hua's mind.

The man asked:

"The cruel reality and the illusion of perfection, how do you choose?"

Lou Hua looked up at his "mother" and "father".

They faced him with faces without facial features, as if they were waiting for his response.

Lou Hua looked at Qin Dongyi again.

Qin Dongyi looked into Lou Hua's eyes:

"Little painting, don't be obsessed with false appearances. In the real world, there are people who are willing to love you."

The expression in Lou Hua's eyes ranged from bewilderment to indifference.

He slightly raised the corners of his lips, and then there was an extra ice skate in his hand.

Although he really wanted to keep indulging like this, even if his parents were two faceless monsters, it didn't matter.

But the peach blossom cakes made by his mother are really unpalatable, and he doesn't want to eat this kind of thing all the time in the future.And a certain annoying spirit is waiting for him to go to see his Zongmen Dabi.

Also, Qin Dongyi who can talk like that is too fake.

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