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On the vast desert, the night wind is blowing, the sand is flying, and the scorching sun is hanging high. The unbearably hot Gobi becomes a bit cooler as the night falls. The large temperature difference between morning and evening is shocking.

The night wind whizzed past with the yellow sand, and in the world shrouded in death, a figure came. The black coat swayed with the night wind. His straight and slender body exuded a faint chill, and his green eyes were deep Cold, with thin lips tightly pursed, his complexion is frosty, as if blending into the night.

Feilaer walked quietly in the dead desert, where the place was cold.After a while, he slowly stopped and raised his cold eyes slightly.

In the mid-air one step ahead of him hovered a very light white mist, the white mist floated leisurely, the man moved suddenly after he approached, and the sound of electric waves rang in the dark night, as if telling him experience.

The man looked at the white mist that turned into chatterbox, his eyes sank, the white mist went quiet, and then slowly floated into the man's palm and disappeared.

The surroundings returned to dead silence again, and the man looked forward, his long eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Suddenly, a small voice came slowly, accompanied by the childish unconscious hum.

Ferrar followed the sound, his eyes fell on the sand in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Under the dark night sky, the yellow sand was flying with the breeze, and a small bump suddenly rose from the surface of the sand somewhere, and the sound of children scratching the sand came from under the sand.

Immediately afterwards, a small figure emerged from the bottom of the sand. It did not have the expected little red flowers, nor did it have soft whiskers, but a large robe. Under the robe was a small man. He flapped his small hands, Difficult to get out from under the sand, the little man turned his back to Ferrar, from his perspective, only the little thing's long hair and big robe could be seen.

After digging for a while, he finally got out of the soil. He stretched out his small hand and patted his chest, and let out a soft breath.

He picked up the small flowers and small fruits at his feet and hugged them in his arms. The fruit was about half the size of a roll, and he needed to hold it with both hands. The red was very beautiful, and the roll stood crookedly. He smiled happily.

There was a familiar breath coming from behind, a rolling smile froze on his face, a trace of confusion flashed in his big round eyes, he put the fruit on the ground, and turned around crookedly while hugging his little flower.

Standing behind him was a man. The man was very tall, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly even with his small head tilted up. He was sitting in the small pit foolishly, looking straight at the man with his black and pure eyes like glass.

Xiao Gungun is too small, and the fat robe on his body wraps him up, like a lucky doll, delicate and cute.

The man lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the silly milk doll in front of him, his long eyes were slightly wrinkled, and there was a rare slight movement in his calm eyes.

Rolling his face up, he stared blankly at the man. After a while, he finally recognized the man.

He pursed his mouth, stretched out his small hand to gently grab the corner of the man's clothes, sniffed aggrievedly, and cried in a childish voice, "Hui Lai Er..."

The man stood quietly, his body paused slightly imperceptibly, he looked at the little doll under his feet, his eyes moved, and he sat on the floor.

Rolling tugged at the corner of the man's clothes, hugged Xiao Hua, and awkwardly supported the man's legs to climb up. He was wearing a fat robe, which made the already clumsy movements even more difficult, and he could only jump on the spot after a long while Ferrar was silent for a moment, slowly stretched out his slender and pale hands, and rolled up skillfully. Ferrar put the little doll on his knees, and Gun Gun sat down on his back. face, staring blankly at the man.

His feet were stained with dirt when he was in the Wugou Valley, but now he got out of the yellow sand, his robe was covered with fine sand, and his smooth black hair was also mixed with some sand.

Feilaer looked at the silly little doll, pursed his thin lips, and raised his hand to gently brush the sand off his head. The little doll's hair was very long and soft, as if it would be broken with a little force, Feilaer Er's fingers hesitated for a moment, then stroked very gently.

Gun Gun looked at the man in a daze, his black and clean eyes didn't blink, he sat obediently holding Xiao Hua, and after being caressed comfortably, he narrowed his eyes slightly and sent himself to the man's hand.

Feilaer looked at the little red flower in the little baby's hand, frowned slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Why did the little flower fall?"

Gun Gun's squinted eyes suddenly widened, he stared blankly at the little flower in his arms, and then at the man in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he suddenly felt wronged Mouth pursed, eyes reddened.

Ferrar paused, his fingers froze in mid-air.

Sure enough, the next second, the little baby burst into tears, no longer howling dryly as before, the tears fell like they didn't want money, her little face was flushed from crying, and she cried indistinctly: "Grey hot... the rolling flower is gone... hiccup... the rolling is going to wither...it won't grow up."

Ferrar froze on the spot, stretching his fingers in mid-air helplessly, a trace of confusion flashed in his dark green eyes, the little baby was crying miserably, hiccupping, talking indistinctly, Feilaer Lal listened a few times before finally understanding what he meant.

After pondering for a moment, he slowly stretched out his hand, his slender fingers gently wiped away the tears on the little baby's face, his movements were stiff but very gentle, and he looked up at him in a daze, crying pitifully.

Ferrar looked at the crystal clear teardrops between his fingers, which were cool and slowly flowed down his fingers, leaving a trail of tears. The pale fingers of the man formed a sharp contrast with the baby's fair and rosy face.

He lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the little baby's silly appearance, and said in a hoarse voice: "Gun Gun has not withered, but has grown up."

Rolling sucked his nose, looked at the man blankly with red eyes, his tear-stained face wrinkled into a small bun, and murmured in a childish voice, "Grow...grow up?"

Fei Laer responded lightly, and continued to help the little doll get the sand off her head.

Rolling up his little face, looking at him with teary eyes, his eyes lit up before the tears stopped, and Ruanuo said pitifully, "Then... Rolling... Hiccup... Is it a big plant?"

Fei Laer nodded slightly, looked at the palm-sized, silly carrot doll on his knee, and said without hesitation: "Yes"

Gun Gun was stunned for a moment, then suddenly let out a cry of excitement, his tearful eyes were slightly curved like crescent moons, the corners of his mouth were grinning, and he started to giggle, he stretched out his small hand to hold Ferrar's fingers, and kissed him affectionately. Rubbing, eyes shining, she asked in a childish voice:

"Then... the tall one and... the hot one... the tall one?"

Feral looked at the big plant in front of him and responded in a low voice. There was also a lot of sand on the billowing robe. Feral frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "Raise your hand."

Rolling responded softly, raised his hands cheerfully, and let the man tidy up his clothes. He sat on the man's lap, kicked his muddy feet happily, and babbled. Humming out of tune, with tears in his eyes.

After tidying his clothes, Feilaer looked at the little bare feet of Rolling, his eyes darkened slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "Where are the shoes?"

Rolling blinked blankly, and kicked his little feet cheerfully. He obviously didn't know what shoes were. Feral looked at him quietly for a while, and then he didn't bother with this problem anymore. He stretched out his hand to hold the little ginseng's feet , the soft feet were stained with mud, rubbing a lot on his body, the little feet were still dusty, and they shrank back when they were held and tickled, and looked at the man with bright eyes.

Gun Gun stretched out his small hand to hug the man's wrist, rubbed it coquettishly, and softly called out: "Hui Lai~"

Feral responded in a low voice, looked at the coquettish and clingy carrot doll, and asked in a deep voice, "Where has Gun Gun been these past few days?"

Gun Gun hugged his wrist, smiling happily, his little face was flushed, and there was no trace of crying before, he raised his face, and said in a childish voice: "Go to Wugou Valley... there are little butterflies"

Hearing Little Radish's vague and soft words, Feral's eyes narrowed slightly, and before he could speak, the eyes of Little Radish who was holding him suddenly lit up, and he turned crookedly and pointed at the red fruit next to the small pit, soft and sticky Speaking: "Guoguo..."

He reached out to take the fruit, Gun Gun immediately raised his little hand excitedly, and softly called: "Gun Gun wants it"

Fei Laer handed him the fruit, and Xiao Gungun hugged the fruit excitedly, giggling, the fruit was a bit big for Gun Gun, and sat down on his buttocks after holding it.

He didn't cry, just played with the fruit by himself. The man watched in silence for a while, and then slowly closed his eyes. In the vast desert, there was only a tender and soft voice laughing.

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