[System + Lu Xiaofeng] Meow's repayment

struggle.

"Seven young masters."

Seeing Hua Manlou's sudden appearance, the servants in the other courtyard hurried forward to salute, but only after looking up did they realize that their seventh young master was hurrying into the room with someone in his arms.

The man was wearing the shirt of the Seventh Young Master, and his blood-stained light golden hair was winding down, but it was a pity that he couldn't see what his face looked like.

Putting him on the bed, Hua Manlou asked suspiciously, "Are you really all right?"

You must know that even just now, this man almost passed out, and no matter how much he screamed, he couldn't wake up.

If he hadn't become more energetic now, and pulled Huamanlou's sleeves to repeatedly emphasize that he didn't need to go to others for those skin injuries, and he could handle them by himself, Huamanlou would have gone to invite the doctor to come over long ago.

"It's not dizziness, it's sleep." Su Mier leaned halfway on the head of the bed, neatly tore apart the messy cloth strips on his body, and did not forget to explain: "I'm just a little tired."

After receiving the bandages and some useful medicines from the servants, Hua Manlou hesitated but did not hand these things over to Su Mier.

"Let me do it." If he couldn't personally confirm how Su Mier was injured, he thought that he would not be relieved no matter what.

Su Mier originally wanted to refuse.

After all, Huamanlou couldn't see it, so it would be inconvenient to do this kind of thing for him, but seeing the extremely serious expression on his face, he knew he couldn't refuse to come.

"Okay." He propped his hands on the bed and moved forward, bringing himself a little closer to Huamanlou.

"Where are the injuries..." Hua Manlou asked halfway, and suddenly realized that this seemed a bit troublesome, so he simply put his hand in Su Mier's, "It's better like this."

Su Mier looked at the white and slender hand in the palm, with a pair of round cat eyes, and thought for a long time but still couldn't understand the meaning of coming to Huamanlou.

"Is that so?" He tentatively brought Hua Manlou's hand close to his wound, but his body stiffened involuntarily.

Hua Manlou nodded with a smile, she didn't know if she didn't notice Su Mier's nervousness, or if she noticed it but chose to ignore it.

In short, he applied the medicine to Su Mier with a focused face, and wrapped the bandages round and round. The movements were so precise that it did not seem to be done by an invisible person.

After treating the first injury, Hua Manlou moved his hand to another place.

Different from the arm, the skin on the waist is already sensitive. The moment the medicine powder touched the wound, the intense stinging pain caused Su Mier to tremble instinctively. The whimper was almost out of his mouth, and he bit him again. He bit his lips and swallowed forcefully.

But how could this escape Hua Manlou's perception.

The originally delicate movements became a little lighter, and when his hands gently stroked his body, Su Mier didn't know whether he should cater to him or avoid him.

Clearly she was being taken care of by someone, but fine beads of sweat oozed from Su Mier's forehead.

It's so weird.

Even though she knew that Hua Manlou was just bandaging his wound and had no other intentions, the feeling of holding someone else's hand and touching her body was beyond Su Mier's tolerance.

A thin layer of red appeared on the ivory-colored skin, and as Hua Manlou continued to move, the color gradually deepened, and the face that was originally pale due to blood loss turned red like drops of blood.

Su Mier is like this, but in fact, Huamanlou is not so easy.

When he learned that Su Mier was injured, he wished that his eyes could see things like never before, so that he wouldn't be like this, and he couldn't even determine the other party's injury.

And when it was confirmed, besides being distressed, he couldn't help feeling somewhat regretful.

Although I really want to see Su Mier's current appearance, but because I can't see it, other senses become more obvious.

There was a strong suppressed weak gasp next to the ear, and a delicate and firm body under the palm.

Hugs and touches are common things, but this is the first time that they are so close.

In the process of moving his hands, he successively touched the opponent's well-shaped collarbone, slender and flexible waist, the graceful back, and even a wound on the outside of the thigh...

This is really...

Before she knew it, Hua Manlou's temples became moist.

"Okay." Finally tied the last bandage, Hua Manlou withdrew his hand after checking it, and put a thin quilt around Su Mier's waist, "Let's rest for a while."

Su Mier hurriedly wrapped himself into a ball, and heaved a sigh of relief after seeing that Huamanlou was fine.

He was woken up before, and now he really wants to sleep for a while, but when he saw his messy hair, he suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"Huamanlou." He hesitated and asked, "Can I take a shower?"

Regarding this question, Playboy resolutely rejected it, leaving no room for negotiation at all.

"Don't mess around, the wound can't get wet."

Knowing that Hua Manlou was right, if Su Mier hadn't been unable to bear to sleep with his hair stuck to his head, he wouldn't want to torment himself like this.

If you really can't take a shower...

"Then can I wash my hair?"

If it's just hair, it should be fine.

After a short thought, Playboy chose to agree.

"need my help?"

"No need, you also know that I'm not seriously injured." Su Mier's face, which had just recovered a little, blushed again, "...Anyway, I'll do it myself."

The long, curly hair was soaked in water, and after the soap locusts washed away the dust and blood stains, it became smooth and supple again.

Su Mier nodded in satisfaction, took the clean hair out of the water, twisted it vigorously, and threw it wetly onto the uninjured shoulder.

Then there is no problem.

He rubbed his eyes and went back to the bed, but before his head touched the pillow, Hua Manlou picked him up.

"What's the matter?" Mao'er looked over with hazy eyes and muttered softly.

"Your hair is still wet, you will get sick if you sleep like this."

Hua Manlou picked him into her arms as she spoke, and wiped the soft curly hair carefully, while the lazy cat first narrowed its eyes in enjoyment, and finally couldn't stop the weariness that gradually eroded, Under the warm and gentle touch from the top of his head, he slowly fell asleep.

☆、Meow~~~

Asleep.

Su Mier's hair had been dried long ago, but Hua Manlou's fingers were still running through the hair which was as smooth as silk.

This kind of behavior similar to smoothing fur is indescribably attractive to cats. The person who fell asleep seemed to feel comfortable, purred twice in his throat, leaned in again, and curled up In Huamanlou's arms.

Raising his hand to touch Su Mier's cheek, feeling him unconsciously rubbing his palm, Hua Manlou felt his heart soften.

This time it was really hard for him.

Obviously the whole thing had nothing to do with him, but he was still caught in Shangguan Feiyan's conspiracy because of himself, and finally came back with injuries all over his body.

To be so sleepy, I'm afraid I'm too tired to die.

Lowering her head full of pity, Hua Manlou unconsciously kissed the slightly parted soft lips.

When he realized what he had done, a smile warmer than the spring breeze suddenly appeared on Huamanlou Qingjun's face.

He lightly put Su Mier back on the bed and lay down. He wanted the cat to have a good rest, but he didn't want Su Mier to hold his sleeve and refuse to let go.

In desperation, Hua Manlou had no choice but to sit back on the side of the bed, pulled up the quilt with the other hand, and carefully covered the sleeping person to prevent him from catching a cold.

After all, people who are injured are usually more vulnerable, and it is no joke to have a new disease at this time.

The person lying on the bed was breathing steadily, perhaps because he was too hot to sleep. From time to time, he stuck his arms and legs out of the quilt, and then they were stuffed back by Hua Manlou.

After groaning once or twice to express his dissatisfaction, Su Mier also calmed down, hugged the quilt and stopped moving, while Hua Manlou smiled with great interest, and played with the curly hair with his free hands .

At this time, Hua Manlou only thought that Su Mier, who was sleeping in a daze, was very interesting. He was always careful, but he ignored an important problem: Su Mier's physical strength was really that bad. Will it tire him to this extent?

Su Mier slept well this time, and when she woke up, it was already the next morning.

Looking at the bright sunshine outside, Su Mier was a little dazed, he didn't expect that he had slept for such a long time.

However, compared to yesterday, he was much more energetic, and he didn't feel drowsy anymore.

Hua Manlou is not in the house, but this is normal, after all, half a day and night have passed, Hua Manlou can't be with him all the time, can he?This is the other courtyard of the Hua family, there are plenty of rooms, so naturally they don't need to sleep on the same bed as before.

Thinking this way, Su Mier intentionally or unintentionally ignored the subtle disappointment when he opened his eyes and didn't see Huamanlou at the first sight.

He now has nothing on him except bandages and a quilt.The previous clothes had already turned into strips, completely losing the possibility of wearing them again, but Hua Manlou would naturally think of this and prepare some clothes for him.

Although he doesn't like the clothes of the Central Plains people very much, it's not impossible to make do with it.

But when Su Mier unfolded the clothes beside the pillow, he was surprised to find that the black inner and white outer robes were the same as the one he was used to wearing, except for some different patterns.

While Su Mier was holding the clothes in a daze, Hua Manlou was already sitting by the bed.

"Are you awake?" He pulled out the white robe from Su Mier's hand, and put it on Su Mier's bare shoulders, "How do you feel?"

Just as Su Mier was about to tell him that he was fine, there was a "gurgling" sound in his stomach.

Shame.

He shyly put his hand on the place where the sound came from.

Hua Manlou still smiled brightly, as if he didn't notice his embarrassment.

"Hungry, it was my negligence, I almost forgot that you haven't eaten all day." He seemed to have thought of something funny, shook his head helplessly and smiled: "But who made you go to bed so early yesterday, so that you Missed dinner, I remember that the fish tasted very good yesterday."

fish~~

Su Mier hadn't eaten anything, but he wanted to sleep more before, but now he woke up, feeling very hungry, but Hua Manlou tempted him with his favorite fish at this time.

"Then let's eat quickly~~"

Knowing that Huamanlou couldn't see him, Su Mier simply jumped off the bed and put the clothes on himself one by one without hesitation.

After putting on his clothes, Su Mier held Hua Manlou's hand expectantly, and the cat pupils bent over his face, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"You really are..." Hua Manlou burst out laughing at his eagerness, and he held that hand instead and walked towards the dining room.

Su Mier's shining eyes dimmed after sweeping around the dinner table.

Although the food on the table was a bit lighter, it was quite delicate, with a lingering aroma that could easily whet one's appetite, especially this person was Su Mier who was hungry.

If Huamanlou hadn't mentioned fish, he would have eaten with satisfaction early in the morning, but now he was so disturbed that he especially wanted to eat fish, and lost his appetite for other things.

Maybe it's because I'm not hungry enough.

While self-criticizing his picky eating behavior, on the other hand, he still couldn't control his eyes on Huamanlou as if asking for help.

It's not that Hua Manlou doesn't understand Su Mier's meaning, and it's not that he didn't notice the swaying gaze on him, but theoretically speaking, he shouldn't be able to see it, right?

So, he asked with a smile on his face, "Why don't you eat it? But it doesn't suit your appetite?"

"It's not..." Su Mier picked up a piece of tofu with a bitter face, and reluctantly put it in his mouth, but found that he still wanted to eat fish more.

"Fish."

Hua Manlou thoughtfully "stared" at Su Mier's face for so long that a certain cat began to feel uncomfortable.

"I just want to eat fish, what's the problem?"

"Not at all." Hua Manlou smiled softly, "I was just thinking, no wonder General Li always calls you a Persian cat, but it turns out that you really look like a cat."

cat?

The little general wasn't the only one who called him Persian cat.

Although there are not a few people who have called him this way or the entire Ming Cult, Su Mier has not been bored enough to compare the similarity between himself and a cat, it is just a title, and he has not cared about it.

But he didn't expect that Hua Manlou would think that he was very similar to a cat.

"Is it really similar?" He looked at Huamanlou with some trouble, and after looking at it for a while, he suddenly smiled happily, "Cats are just cats, so where are the fish?"

"You can't eat greasy things when you're injured, but I think you'll like the freshly cooked fish porridge in the kitchen."

You don't need to look at Huamanlou to clearly feel the brilliance in those cat's eyes, the more you think about it, the more interesting it becomes, he simply propped his chin and smiled and said, "Since you want to eat, why don't you meow like a cat? "

"The building is full of flowers!"

The teased cat's eyes widened, and its fur was blown up. Even the name seemed to be gnashing its teeth.

Realizing that she was teasing too much, Hua Manlou quickly pacified the cat comfortingly, and pushed the bowl of delicious fish porridge over.

"I'm kidding, eat quickly, don't starve."

That's more or less.

After eating a bowl of fish porridge, Su Mier stretched out his arms contentedly, and squinted at Hua Manlou's warm smile under the sun.

Does Hua Manlou really want to hear him meow like a cat?

As he thought about it, he blurted out a "meow~", and by the time he realized it, he couldn't even take it back.

☆, Tanabata

The playboy was trying to coax Su Mier into meowing with the bowl of fish porridge with a teasing mentality, and he was expected to be rejected. What's more, in his heart, Su Mier was scooping up fish porridge. The appearance of putting it in its mouth is probably no different from that rolling cat with a fish in its mouth.

Just as he was smiling happily because of his own imagination, the playboy suddenly heard Su Mier's soft meowing, which was a bit unwilling.

After the momentary surprise, the only thought in his mind was: Isn't this a little too cute?

And, I really want to listen to it again.

Hua Manlou, who was still somewhat dissatisfied, sighed regretfully. After all, if Su Mier was really suggested to yell again, it might not be easy to appease him.

Inadvertently imitating the cat's meowing sound, Su Mier looked at Hua Manlou in annoyance, only to see that face was full of undisguised surprise.

The cat blushed from embarrassment and was about to slap its paws to vent its anger, but saw the corners of Hua Manlou's mouth lift up little by little, and the cat with a smile that was so gentle that it could drip water successfully changed back to a docile look.

Forget it.

Su Mier continued to look at Hua Manlou's smile with his face propped up, and suddenly felt that it was no big deal to lose face.

Just think of it as coaxing Huamanlou to be happy.

So, having found an excuse, Su Mier turned the spoon in his hand and began to ask Hua Manlou about their upcoming itinerary.

"Next." Hua Manlou thought about it maintaining a smile on his face, "Heal your injury first, and we'll go shopping after a few days, after all, it's a pity to go back just like this. "

Even though Su Mier repeatedly emphasized that the injury would be healed after a night of sleep, he still had to recuperate for a few days under the arrangement of Playboy.

After dinner one day, the fed Su Mier was really bored. He faintly heard the noise coming from outside, so he wanted to go out and have a look.

In the past few days, the playboy who arranged a series of treatment work for him knew very well that Su Mier's injury could be considered completely healed, so he didn't need to hesitate at the moment, and nodded in agreement with a smile.

"Alright, let's go together."

Even though it was night, there were unexpectedly many people on the street. Seeing the crowds of people around, Su Mier, who was still relatively lazy in nature, felt a little regretful.

He really shouldn't have come out to join in the fun.

Not to mention not being able to see anything interesting, it takes a lot of effort to even move a step.

No matter how good the martial arts were, it was useless in this situation. Su Mier could only hold Hua Manlou's hand tightly, not daring to let go, for fear that they would be scattered by the flow of people if he let go.

After struggling through several streets, they finally found a place that was not so crowded.

"Hua Man Lou, are you okay?" Su Mier said, looking up and down at the playboy he had pulled out from the crowd.

Compared with Su Mier, who was squeezed out of the hood and whose curly hair was tangled up in a ball, the playboy who only added a few folds to his clothes was much better.

"It's nothing, since there are not so many people here, let's take a stroll."

"Well, good." Su Mier struggled to untangle his knotted hair with one hand, while looking around, after finding a direction, he took Hua Manlou and walked over.

It is said to be a good stroll, but it is nothing more than a certain cat who keeps paying for the things he thinks are good-looking and pulls them into his hands one by one. After finally buying enough, he turns his attention to various foods.

But no matter how flustered Su Mier was when he was facing a pile of things, his left hand was always tightly held with Hua Manlou, and he never let go for a moment.

Feeling the warmth in the palm of his hand, Hua Manlou smiled silently.

How much warmth and joy was inadvertently revealed, even he himself couldn't figure it out.

"Huamanlou, let's go over there."

After walking a few steps, Hua Manlou suddenly smelled the smell of lake water, "Is this the lakeside?"

"Well, I just heard that there will be fireworks here, so..." Su Mier was interrupted by a voice in the air just after speaking.

He hurriedly looked up at the sky, only to see that the fireworks all over the sky were rushing to bloom, and the colors were extremely gorgeous.

"It's beautiful." He sighed sincerely.

To his surprise, Hua Manlou also agreed.

"It's really beautiful." As if aware of Su Mier's confusion, Hua Manlou explained with a smile, "Although I can't see it, I can feel it."

Can you feel it?

Su Mier suddenly remembered that he still had a "True Orange Heart" in his hand. Compared with that, these are going to pale in comparison now.

When there is a chance, let's give it to Huamanlou, he will definitely like such a beautiful thing.

As for the special meaning of "True Orange Heart", as long as he doesn't say it, Hua Manlou will not know it.

The fireworks ended soon, but the number of people by the lake increased instead.

"Why are there so many people today?" Looking at the men and women in pairs and the girls gathered around, Su Mier raised his own doubts.

Hua Manlou didn't think about what day it is today, and was about to shake his head when he heard someone beside him say, "Don't you two sons know? Today is the Qiqiao Festival on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month."

Su Mier is a Persian, and he only knows a little about the festivals in the Central Plains. He looked confusedly at the old woman who answered his questions for Huamanlou.

"Begging for a coincidence?"

When he raised his head, a high-nosed, deep-eyed, deep-lined face was revealed.

Looking at his pair of golden and blue eyes, the old woman suddenly realized, "It turns out that the young master is not from the Central Plains. No wonder he didn't know about this Qiqiao Festival. This is a festival that girls look forward to all year round."

She paused, but she still couldn't tell the other meaning of the seventh day of July to the two men.

But Huamanlou is not Su Mier, even if the old lady didn't say it, he still understands what Qixi Festival is.

I didn't expect to come out on a whim and bump into such a special day by mistake.

It's not bad.

"It's okay." The hand under his sleeve gently pinched Su Mier's palm, "It's just out to play."

"This young master is very right." The old woman smiled kindly, and held out a lottery tube, "Since we are out to play, can the two young masters ask for a lottery?"

Su Mier is familiar with this thing, and he can often see it at the Taoist priest's place before.

But the Taoist priest's fortune-telling level...

Feeling Su Mier staring at the lottery for a long time, Hua Manlou thought he was interested in it, "Want to try it?"

"Forget it." Su Mier came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "I'm Mingzun's child, I don't believe this."

Seeing that the two were about to leave while they were talking, the old woman quickly opened her mouth to stop them: "My lottery here is very accurate, do you really want to give it a try?"

"Then try it." Hua Manlou is always easy to talk, he smiled gently, handed some copper coins to the old woman, and handed the lottery holder to Su Mier, " Just treat it as a game, just pick one.”

After Hua Manlou said that, Su Mier didn't refuse anymore.

He randomly pulled out a bamboo stick, and when Maotong casually scanned the words on it, his face froze for a moment.

"What's the matter?" After not hearing Su Mier's words for a long time, Hua Manlou suddenly felt uneasy, "Is it..." Some unlucky lottery was drawn?

"It's nothing, it's a good sign."

Sure enough, these things are never allowed.

Since it's playing, it doesn't matter what.

Su Mier put the lottery stick back into the lottery tube, quickly forgot about it, and started to take Huamanlou with a pampered face to put the river lanterns and look at the moon happily, cheering for him. Tell the story of Sanshengshu...

☆, 30 Newspaper Extra: Playboy's Dream

The author has something to say: It seems that there is a little bit of abuse, but you can't throw eggs at me, tea eggs can be considered~~~~~

It’s just a product of me’s newspaper, so please don’t worry about the ins and outs of this thing. Thank you O(∩_∩)O, although what I insist on can be related to the text...

In fact, it’s not bad to regard this as the ending, dear friends, don’t you think?

O(∩_∩)O haha~ Just kidding, Happy April Fool's Day~~~~

When Su Mier was by his side, his eyes were still blind, but when he finally saw the light again, he couldn't see the face that he had traced countless times in his heart.

Because the person who clings to him like a cat all day long can no longer be found.

Good luck tricks people, that's all.

Since Su Mier disappeared, Huamanlou has never had a peaceful sleep every night.

He always thought that the kitten, who was good at lightness and good at hiding, might slip back suddenly at some point, what if he missed the opportunity because of his sleep, what if he escaped again?

But there are always surprises.

Hua Manlou never imagined that the first time he saw the person he had been thinking about day and night would be in a dream.

It was a dilapidated camp, and the air was filled with a very real strong smell of blood and burnt. Occasionally, a few people around him hurried past, but they completely ignored him, a stranger who suddenly appeared.

He understood that this was a dream, and the people in the dream couldn't see him, but he could see everything clearly and clearly when he was in the dream.

Just, why dream of such a scene?

Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked into the distance, and at this moment that extremely strange yet familiar figure ran into his eyes so unexpectedly.

Is that his kitten?

Yes or no?

Even if Huamanlou had never seen Su Mier's appearance, he would not admit the wrong person he had been thinking about for a long time, but now, he would rather admit that he was wrong.

A young man in a mess was sitting on a rock not far away, his gray curly hair was scattered in a mess, and the large robe that was about to be shattered was hanging loosely on his body, covered with dark blood and dust, it was almost invisible out of the original color.His left hand was holding the scimitar on his knee, but his right arm was hanging by his side in an extremely unnatural posture. Blood was dripping down the pale fingertips into the soil.

There was not even a breath of life in his body.

The long hair that he has stroked countless times should be as smooth and soft as fine silk, instead of being severely withered and dull like it is now.

And the colors...

Foreigners may be born with other hair colors, but such a lifeless gray would never belong to a young man.

Just look at the person dressed as a Taoist who appeared beside the young man at some time, and you should understand what natural silver hair looks like.

Hua Manlou didn't hear the conversation between the two clearly, but after a while, the Taoist priest with a cold face seemed to be irritated by something the young man said, and suddenly became angry: "Since you are willing to humiliate yourself like this , Pindao has nothing to say, you can do it yourself!"

After saying that, the Taoist priest turned and left, and the large sleeves he swung vigorously mercilessly slammed into the young man's face, but the young man kept his head down as if he hadn't felt anything, and didn't even move. Pass.

Hua Manlou could no longer stand still, but the steps he had just taken suddenly stopped.

It was because the Persian youth suddenly laughed out loud.

The low and hoarse laughter kept pouring into Huamanlou's ears with the wind, as if it didn't contain any emotion, and it seemed that in the next moment, the owner of that voice would burst into tears of laughter.

It was a dream, he knew it.

But he couldn't control his behavior, and he didn't want to.

"Sumir..."

He whispered the name that he had silently said countless times in his heart, and walked firmly in front of the young man step by step.

Bending down, he wanted to reach out and hug the young man in his arms as before to comfort him, but the only thing he hugged was a piece of empty air.

It's a dream.

He is only visible, he doesn't even have a chance to touch the person he loves, and in the eyes of young people, he is even more non-existent.

However, at this moment, the young man who should have been unaware suddenly raised his head and looked straight into Hua Manlou's eyes.

Before he had time to be delighted by the unexpected eye contact, he saw the young man look away, Maotong blinked in confusion, then closed his eyes again and laughed at himself.

This short time is enough to spend Manlou to see this person's face clearly.

His handsome face was a little more gorgeous because of the delicately carved and deep outline unique to people from the Western Regions, but his face was as pale as paper, and his lips were chapped even when he pressed them tightly.

But these are nothing.

Hua Manlou touched the corners of the young man's eyes almost in tears.

Those cat's eyes, in his imagination, should be as shining as gems, as bright as colored glaze.

In the past days, he had longed to see the eyes of the kitten in his arms more than once, but now that he really saw it, Hua Manlou felt his heart ache beyond control.

There was no cat-like agility in the strange-colored eyes, the golden blue color was eroded by the empty ashes, and against the bloodshot whites of the eyes, it looked extraordinarily beautiful.

"Sumir..."

Hua Manlou's voice trembled uncontrollably, except when Su Mier suddenly disappeared from his side, this was the first time he felt so powerless.

The heart-wrenching feeling was even several times stronger than before.

He would rather not be able to see it, and he didn't want the kitten on the tip of his heart to become like this.

Even in a dream.

Or maybe it wasn't just a dream.

On the flag flying in the camp, there was a huge "Tang" character, which hurt his eyes.

The horn sounded in the distance suddenly, upon hearing the sound, the young man stood up without hesitation, and at the same time, the numerous scars on his chest and abdomen were suddenly revealed in front of Huamanlou's eyes.

On the ivory-colored skin, new wounds and old wounds overlapped, even without any treatment at all, and blood gushed out from the wounds that had not yet healed with a slight movement.

The young man didn't care about his miserable condition at all, he just casually gathered the robe on his body, covering most of the injuries all over his body, and then he didn't pay any attention to it.

When passing through Hua Manlou's body, the young man's footsteps paused, and then he ran towards the direction where the horn sounded without looking back.

Without even thinking about it, Hua Manlou followed behind the young man.

Even at this moment, he can only watch what will happen next, unable to do anything.

It was as if, when several arrows shot at the young man who was trapped in the middle, kneeling on one knee and supporting his body with a knife, even if he used himself to protect the man tightly, he could only let the arrows go through. Passing through his body like a void, blood sprayed out in patches on the crumbling body.

The always gentle and gentle Hua Qigong clenched his teeth, trembling with anger and fear. Even though he knew he was powerless, he still instinctively stretched out his hand to catch the person who was about to fall to the ground, and this time, he finally put The broken body embraced him.

"Hua Man Lou...is that you?"

Blood gushed out from the lips of the man in his arms, and the blood that seemed to flow inexhaustible soon stained the white clothes on Huamanlou's body red.

His voice was no longer as hoarse as Hua Manlou heard just now, but soft and soft, just like the meowing of a kitten when it is dazed and weak.

"it's me."

Regardless of the blood all over his body, Hua Manlou held him tightly in his arms, bowed his head and kissed his kitten's red lips over and over again, repeating "it's me" over and over again tirelessly.

Difficultly burying his head into Huamanlou's chest, which still smelled of flowers amidst the blood, the movements that had been repeated thousands of times in the past became extremely difficult at this moment.

Su Mier dawdled lightly for a few times, and finally closed those eyes that could barely see with satisfaction.

"It's you... just fine..."

☆, birthday eve

After playing outside for a few days, they returned to the small building full of flowers.

The small yard rented by Su Mier has not yet expired, but it has basically lost its function.

Because from the day he came back, he was naturally kept in Baihualou by Huamanlou.

For this matter, Su Mier is completely in favor of it. Although he and Hua Manlou are neighbors, it is not as convenient as it is now.

After all, during this period of time, he has been living with Huamanlou. If Huamanlou doesn't come to wake him up one morning, he probably won't be able to get up all day, not to mention that Huamanlou has never been so kind to others. Without precautions, if something like Shangguan Feiyan happened, it would be too late for him to regret it.

But there was one thing that made Su Mier sad for a long time.

Without being taken care of for such a long time, the crabapple that Huamanlou gave him, not to mention flowers, didn't even have leaves left, only the withered and yellow trunk and a few branches swaying in the wind alone.

Even though he went to find Huamanlou with flowers on the day he came back, the two of them exhausted all conceivable methods, but in the end they still failed to bring Hua back to life.

He still remembers how amazing he was when he saw it in the garden full of flowers; he still remembered how excited and happy he was when the flower gave birth to new buds; he still remembered how much he was looking forward to Looking forward to the moment when the flowers bloom...

Unexpectedly, his first time growing flowers would end like this.

Crouching in front of the flowerpot mourning his lost crabapple, Su Mier's sad cat eyes have become no different from a rabbit.

"Don't be sad, okay?" Hua Manlou bent down and patted him on the head lightly, "Next time, we raise together, and there will be no more problems."

Looking up to see Huamanlou was close at hand, with a vaguely pitying face, Su Mier suddenly felt his heart beating faster.

"Well, I, I'm fine...!!!"

Su Mier suddenly widened his eyes that were still glowing with water, and the whole person was shocked.