Every world I die young

While sobbing, Cheng Jingling retorted habitually: "No, I'm not stupid."

"Okay, okay, you're not stupid, you're just too naive."

Poor little Cheng Jingling who has little knowledge, was once again fooled by Mo Yinglan's nonsense.

The woman rushed in front of the two of them, and helped them up distressedly. Naturally, she also heard the conversation between Mo Yinglan and Cheng Jingling.

The woman squatted in front of Mo Yinglan, and asked seriously, "Yang'er, do you really feel nothing?"

Mo Yinglan shook her head, and said very seriously: "Really not, why don't you believe me, Auntie, what I said is true, it was really like falling into a soft ball just now. It’s like cotton, not only does it not hurt, but I also feel very warm.”

The woman found that although Mo Yinglan lowered his eyes slightly, and his long eyelashes blocked most of the expression in them, his tone was calm, and he didn't feel guilty when he was lying.

Although the woman still felt very puzzled, she didn't intend to argue about right and wrong. In her view, it was just a child talking nonsense, just listen to it. She is not a child, why do you have to argue with yourself The child raised a bar and broke his heart.

Mo Yinglan followed the woman, walking slowly, Cheng Jingling pulled his arm and said, "Brother, you don't blame me, do you?"

Mo Yinglan turned her head and looked at her suspiciously, "Why, what nonsense?"

One sentence made Cheng Jingling calm down, she stretched out her hand naturally, Mo Yinglan stared at her movement, and unexpectedly dodged for a while.

Cheng Jingling didn't notice that his back tensed up suddenly, and she missed grabbing it, so she naturally stretched out her hand again.

But this time, Mo Yinglan didn't hide, but let the little girl hold his hand firmly.

"Hey brother, let's go home."

Cheng Jingling walked in front, turned around with a smile, the broken hair on his forehead was blown by the wind, and his beautiful big eyes were full of starlight of trust and expectation.

Seeing Mo Yinglan lowering her head slightly and looking at herself, with flickering eyes, Cheng Jingling couldn't understand why her brother suddenly showed such a complicated and incomprehensible look, like knocking over a five-flavored bottle, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy The salty food is all mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish.

After feeling Cheng Jingling's suspicious gaze, the expression on Mo Yinglan's face changed slightly, and everything was as usual.

Cheng Jingling blinked subconsciously, did she see it wrong just now?

Maybe, after all, the person in front of him is his brother.

Cheng Jingling quickly put this doubt to the back of his mind, and the mother and son walked towards the not far away where the smoke was curling up, talking and laughing.

A translucent figure floats in mid-air, his eyes are full of confused light, flawless like a newborn child, his body is more illusory than thin smoke, many places are completely disconnected, and there are holes everywhere, especially The chest, abdomen and lower body are hardly recognizable as human bodies.

He didn't know anything, he had almost no thought at all, he just followed Mo Yinglan instinctively, he didn't know why he followed him, let alone where he came from and where he was going.

His eyes were muddled, as if he had endured thousands of hardships, and after being reborn from the ashes, he lost everything he once had.

The moment before stepping over the threshold, Mo Yinglan suddenly raised her hand and touched her smooth forehead, as if she was signaling something, more like making a small gesture casually.