How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

  Chapter 730 The Unruly Return, Sporadic Flowers (15)

   Wen Xien's black eyes were like quiet lake water at night, and his voice was inaudible: "Then why did he leave?"

  Since she did nothing wrong, why did the child leave?

   suddenly thought of what was wrong with the child yesterday, Wen Xien already had the answer in his heart, the child felt that it was a drag on her, so he left silently.

   He is still so young and so sensible, how can he not be distressed?

   Guo Zhenfei's eyes were dark, and his low voice always had a reassuring magic, but he didn't feel the slightest sadness for the boy's departure.

   "If he leaves, let him go. No one can stop a person's heart when he wants to leave. Enen, I'll help you go home and rest."

   Guo Zhenfei's dark pupils reflected Wen Xien's figure, the sun had already risen, a faint golden light hit the top of his hair, casting a shadow on his face.

  Wen Xien refused. She pulled out the arm held by the man and looked up at the man. Her face was pale and sickly, and the smile on her face seemed to be obscured by smoke.

   "Brother Guo, go do your work first, I'll just go home by myself."

   The tall man lowered his head, his jaw line with a cold and hard line tightened slightly, showing a little indifference.

   But his tone was soft and soft, which was different from his appearance: "It's okay, I'll send you off."

  Wen Xien was rarely persistent this time: "I really don't need it, Brother Guo, you don't have to worry about me. It's not far anyway, so I really don't need to bother."

  Guo Zhenfei could see that Wen Xien wanted to drive him away, his eyes dimmed for a moment, his face was impermanent, he was tall and big, but he always seemed to be a little short in front of Wen Xien.

   He clenched his fingers and said uneasy, "Then, be careful then."

   Wen Xien smiled and nodded, and left without saying much.

   Looking at Wen Xien's limping figure, Guo Zhenfei's fingers tightened, and the veins on the back of his hands burst.

   Wen Xien did not go home, but went to find the child.

This village is neither big nor small. There are fields and woods everywhere. The snow has melted a little. Wen Xien searched the village and found no one. Her legs and feet were not easy to walk. Slow, and after walking for a long time, the knees and feet are sore.

   rubbed her tingling knee, and Wen Xien started looking for someone again within five minutes of rest. This time she was going to go to the forest to have a look.

I don't know how long I have been walking, I don't know how long I have been looking for, the sky has turned dark, but still no child is found. Wen Xien is like a headless fly. The darker the sky, the more anxious Wen Xien is, because the sky The darker it is, the more dangerous it is, and the child must be found first.

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   And Miao Hua left the village at dawn, but he was not familiar with the route, and he didn't know where he should go, anyway, he shouldn't stay to drag Wen Xien.

   The thoughts in his heart were complicated, and Miao Hua didn't pay too much attention to his feet. Miao Hua didn't react abruptly until his foot was empty, but it was too late, and he fell down.

   The bones on Miao Hua's body almost fell apart, and his eyes were darkened. It took a while for him to get up, and he fell again when he took a step and his feet hurt.

   He looked down and found that his ankles were swollen and high, not to mention climbing up, I'm afraid it would be a problem to walk a few steps.

  Miao Hua observed the surroundings. This should be a trap dug by the people in the village. The pit is almost four meters high, and the soil next to it is soft.

   Only when the villagers come to reap the fruits can they be rescued.

   understood, Miao Hua was too lazy to waste his energy, he simply sat down.

   After a while, his hands and feet were numb from the cold. He exhaled a white mist, rubbed his hands together, and rubbed the hot air, but this was of no use at all.

   With a cold face, Miao Hua looked up and found that it was snowing again, and the sky was slowly turning dark. It seemed that Miao Hua could not wait for anyone to come.

   Miao Hua curled up, and at a temperature of minus a few degrees he was shaking almost conditioned reflex, and even his teeth were shaking.

   If things go on like this, with his current body, he probably won't be able to last a night at all.

  Thinking of Miao Hua like this, but there is no fear or eagerness, maybe this is his calamity, death is nothing more than two kinds, one is to ascend to the gods, the other is to lose the soul, no matter what kind is doomed.

  Miao Hua was not afraid, the snow fell on his eyelashes and condensed into a drop of water, just like tears.

   It was Wen Xien who made her suffer.

   In fact, this is not bad, at least it doesn't drag Wen Xien down, which is the only thing he can do now.

  It was completely dark, and night came, but the snow did not mean to stop. Miao Hua's cotton coat was covered with snow, and he was frozen and unconscious now, as if he had returned to the beginning.

   A lonely child was in the alley. The heavy snow almost buried him. Just when he thought his life would end here, a voice suddenly sounded.

   "Little guy, how are you?"

   That voice was soft and cool, just like the spring breeze in April, causing a wave on the emerald green lake.

   This is the beginning of fate.

  Miao Hua closed his eyes, his expression was peaceful, as if he had fallen into a beautiful dream, and his breath was getting weaker and weaker.

   "Little Flower..."

   "Little flower?"

   "Little Flower!"

  Miao Hua opened his eyes in a daze. Frost was attached to his eyelashes, and his eyes were confused and confused. Just when he thought it was his hallucinations, the voice rang again.

   "Little Flower? Little Flower! Where are you?"

The sound of    was getting closer, and accompanied by the sound of heavy and light footsteps, Miao Hua was stunned for a moment, and then his dark eyes suddenly lit up, but immediately darkened again.

  Miao Hua didn't say a word, instead he curled himself up even smaller, as if to hide himself.

   can't be found... can't be found for her, can't be a drag on her anymore.

   warned himself again and again in his heart, Miao Huacai calmed his pounding heartbeat.

The sound of    is getting closer, and it is slowly getting farther away.

   Until it slowly disappears and becomes inaudible.

   There was no sound in the silent night, and even the birds hid in fear of the cold. Miao Hua could clearly hear the sound of his unsteady breathing, as if he was the only one left in the world.

   Maybe he has enjoyed the warmth. When he first came, it was colder, bitter, and tired. He felt nothing, and he didn't pay attention to those sufferings.

   But now, every breath is so uncomfortable.

  Miao Hua's brows wrinkled rarely, and the pale lips pursed tightly into a line.

   Could it be that he was really spoiled by Wen Xien?

   (end of this chapter)