Mr. Cat

Lu Xinsu smiled and nodded, she opened her arms: "Little Louis, let me hug you."

With tears in his eyes, Louis took a few steps slowly, and then returned to his nest like a baby swallow, and fell into Lu Xinsu's embrace.He was a head taller than Lu Xinsu, so he had to arch his back so that Lu Xinsu could hold him in his arms.

"Mother."

"So you look like this," Lu Xinsu let go of Louis, caressed his cheek lovingly, and looked at him worriedly, her eyes were gentle and clear, "You don't look like Victor at all, and you don't look like me at all."

Lu Yi's heart was throbbing, and he called softly: "Mom."

Lu Wu watched the mother and son not far away, until Lu Xinsu waved at him and called him over.He was taken aback for a moment, but still slowly came to the side of the mother and son.Lu Xinsu held Louis' hand and said, "Little Louis, is he your future lover?"

Louis was a little shy, he was still like a child in front of his mother: "Yes."

Lu Xinsu smiled: "Okay."

Louie: "Mom? Do you want to see Daddy?"

Lu Xinsu said softly: "Of course I want to, but if I disappear before his eyes again, I'm afraid I will go crazy." She lowered her eyes, "I don't want to see him sad again."

After that, she cheered up again, and put Louis' hand on Lu Wu's thick plum blossom paws, "From now on, Louis will be handed over to you."

An ominous premonition arose in Lu Yi's heart, he grabbed Lu Xinsu's hand and said anxiously: "Mom!"

Lu Xinsu's smile was still gentle and bright, she let go of her hand, and said: "You have grown up, and my mother will be satisfied to watch you grow up."

A gust of wind rose from nowhere, carrying the rose petals and flying towards the sky. The sky was filled with strong and fragrant floral fragrance. Standing in the rain of petals, Lu Xinsu seemed to have also turned into a rose.Louis strode forward, trying to hold her hand, but he might hold only a bouquet of roses.

"mom!"

No one answered, only countless roses fluttering in the wind, and the beauty is hard to find.

100 years ago, Lu Tanchuan and Victor decided to hide Louis' physical condition together so that Lu Xinsu would not worry about it.However, with Lu Xinsu's intelligence, how could he fail to notice the difference between her husband and elder brother.

"After Lu Tanchuan talked to me, she took the opportunity to find me," Lu Wu wrapped Louis in his arms and whispered, "She is your mother, I can't lie to her, so I will tell you everything about you, I told her everything. I think her status in your heart may be higher than that old lady you adopted when you were still Zhishi. "

Louis didn't answer, he looked up at the only wooden house in the sea of ​​flowers.This is where Victor meets Lu Xinsu. The 17-year-old Lu Xinsu was wearing a cheongsam, holding a bouquet of roses, looking back and smiling while standing in the sea of ​​roses.Seeing Lu Xinsu's smile, Victor blushed quietly, lowered the brim of his hat, and happily cut off the branches and leaves for the roses.That girl lived in his heart from then on and never left.

Until Lu Xinsu was gray-haired, Victor would still pick the most delicate roses every day, put them on her bedside, and then kiss her forehead.

Before Lu Xinsu passed away, he deliberately left a will, saying that he wanted to bury himself in the sea of ​​roses.Victor and Louis followed suit one by one. Every time on Qingming Festival or Lu Xinsu's death day, the father and son would come to Huahaili to see her.They all thought that Lu Xinsu's soul had been reincarnated a long time ago, but now that they think about it, Lu Xinsu has actually been in the sea of ​​flowers, watching them tenderly.

Louis came to the small wooden house, where Lu Xinsu was buried. There was no grave, only a square tombstone lying quietly in the flower field.The relief of roses is carved on the tombstone, with drooping buds and exposed stamens.It will be clear soon, if Victor came earlier, maybe he could see Lu Xinsu.He suddenly remembered the oil painting, in which the beauty held a rose in her hand and smiled with downcast eyes, which was exactly the same as the rose relief. The 17-year-old Lu Xinsu is still a young girl, just like a rose that has not yet bloomed, but it is already so beautiful that people will be enchanted.

The soul of the soul is gone, this is the insurmountable gap between a hundred years old and a long life.Victor kept the memory related to Lu Xinsu with a paintbrush again and again, for fear that he would forget it one day.He likes it, he is willing to spend the rest of his life in eternity to miss the short span of a few hundred years.She will always live in Victor's heart.

Victor's thinking is very similar to Sima Zhi's. Sima Zhi doesn't know Zai Zhuo's true identity, but he follows him persistently, soft-spoken.Sima Zhi had vaguely estimated his own lifespan, but he still plunged into it, like a moth to a flame, fearless.

"She knew that you would definitely retrieve the memories of your previous life, and you would come and go in the underworld, so she took the initiative to say that she would protect this flower field," Lu Wu said, "Mr. Weichen agreed."

Louis wiped away his tears, knelt down and brushed off the rose branches on the tombstone: "Mr. Xie also knows?"

"Of course," Lu Wu followed suit. He brought a bouquet of roses and placed them in front of the tombstone. "Only with Mr. Weichen's consent can her soul stay in the world and guard this passage."

Louis respectfully kowtowed three times in front of the tombstone, even though he knew that there was only Lu Xinsu's skeleton left here, and her soul had just disappeared before his eyes.

"Will mother be reincarnated?"

Lu Wu said: "Yes."

Now it's spring, and tens of thousands of acres of roses are blooming one after another.In the past, the rose field could be preserved all the time because the roses replaced the amaryllis and there was red water flowing underground.It's not that no one tried to push away the flower fields and start construction, but without exception, all of them failed, either the project went wrong, or workers were injured or injured.On the one hand, Chishui prevented Lord Jiuyin from coming here, but it also brought the evil spirits of Netherland.

Lu Wu turned into a fat gray fox and sat on Louis' shoulder.

"We have to check the monk's bones and mass graves," Louis said in a spirited way as he walked through the flower fields.

The gray civet cat licked Louis' ears and comforted him: "It should be gone." Before Shanshi was furious, the thunder came one by one, splitting the bamboo forest to pieces, and finally burned it to ashes .If the resentment in the mass grave is still there, Lu Wu can only lament how tenacious their vitality is.

It was dawn, and Guangdu Middle School was still sleeping.Louis glanced at the screen outside the gate. Today is Sunday and there are no students in the school.The linden tree outside the door is still standing strong, but the branches and leaves are all withered, and the trunk is even more pitch black.Louis stood in the sea of ​​flowers, he glanced at the nearby monitors, and with a thought, all the monitors were turned off.After confirming that no one was around, Louis slowly climbed up the asphalt road and strode to the Bodhi tree.

This bodhi tree grows from the osmanthus tree. It is more than ten meters high. When the branches and leaves are luxuriant, the crown of the tree is like a cover, and it can swagger occupy hundreds of square meters.

People in Guangdu say that Fengqi Bodhi is true.In a trance, he saw Yangli flying from the sky, its tail feathers burning with golden flames, it lightly stopped on the branch, combing its gorgeous feathers slowly.It seemed to be aware of Louis' sight, so it looked over, its eyes were like glass, it opened its beak, and made a melodious cry.

"Yangli." Louis couldn't help shouting.

As soon as the words fell, Yangli shattered into light before his eyes, leaving only the trees full of morning glow, shining brightly.It turned out to be just a beautiful phantom, Yangli had lost his life thousands of years ago, only the feathers turned into an unconscious kingfisher.When Louis came to the Bodhi tree, before he could do anything, the only remaining leaves on the Bodhi rustled and rejoiced, as if he was happy for Louis' arrival.

Louis said softly: "Yangli, Lord Jiuyin has fallen, I won't leave again, you can rest in peace."

A gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the bodhi tree collapsed in the wind, turned into dust, and rose into the sky in a dazzling halo.

As far as he could see, the sun was rising on the horizon, and the refracted rays formed a gorgeous phoenix bird, soaring in the sky, passing through the flowing clouds, and heading towards the sun.Tears slipped down quietly, and then the tears rushed out of the eyes, and Louie wept silently.

He thought of the past bit by bit, he held the Yangli still in the egg in the meditation of sitting and forgetting, and shared it with Lu Wu excitedly, carrying the bodhi seed on his body every day.Hard work paid off, and he finally hatched a chick.The chick gradually grew up, shed its down feathers, and grew gorgeous golden feathers. From the very beginning, it ran around on the ground, and then flew thousands of miles into the sky, drawing a golden trace under the sky.

Yang Li left.

Lu Yi felt like he was suffering from colic, and Lu Wu knew that it was useless to comfort him at this time. The best way was to stay by his side. The gray civet cat rubbed his forehead against him and meowed a few times.

Louis tidied up his emotions, choked up and said, "Go and see the osmanthus tree."

The osmanthus tree in early spring naturally does not have sweet-scented osmanthus, it is still tall and straight, Louis stroked its rough trunk, and tried to say: "Show off."

"Are you back?" A youthful voice came from the top of the tree. Louis looked up, and saw the boy with yellow eyes and black hair sitting on the forked branch, with a cold expression on his face.

Louis finally felt relieved: "Are you still alive?"

"Of course," Zhao Yao said, "You promised me that I will see you when the sweet-scented osmanthus branches are planted."

These are the words that Shan Sui coaxed him, but Zhao Yao always took it to heart and never forgot.

"Thank you for your hard work." Lu Yi sighed, "Then why did you become a book spirit again?"

Swagger's eyes of the same color as sweet-scented osmanthus flickered: "You want to know?" He jumped off the treetop and came to Louis, but his eyes fell on the gray civet cat on Louis' shoulder, "It has something to do with Mr. Kunlun."

When he was a sugata, he met himself who knew nothing about the future, and he was sure that he could be reincarnated, so he went forward.He admits his waywardness, but he has no regrets.In the final analysis, his strength is Lord Kunlun.He knew that Lord Kunlun would desperately bring him back to life, so that he could face death frankly.

Although this is not fair to Mr. Kunlun, there is no absolute fairness in the world.If he didn't choose to use his soul to attract Chishui, as long as Jiuyin Lord came out, he would still turn into evil spirit and lose his life, so he was willing to gamble once.

Swagger took out a scroll from his sleeve and handed it to Louis: "The answer is here."

There were dark lines flowing on the scroll, and it was the one he kept in the wooden box on the bookshelf.Surprised, Louis stretched out his hand to take the scroll, and it was cold like a piece of cold ice.In the world of ice and snow, travelers often feel drowsy due to the severe cold. Once they fall asleep, they will die in their dreams.

The scroll exuded a steady stream of coldness, Louis' eyelids drooped, and he fell into a dream instantly.