Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

When Yun Si came back from paying the fee, the boy was leaning against the wall, waiting for her with his pockets in his pockets.

When he saw her coming back, he immediately stood up straight and stretched out his hand.

Yun Si held it skillfully.

"Are you good?"

she asked, touching his head.

The young man lowered his head, his hair was soft and curly, and his eyebrows were gentle.

He took her hand, took a step forward, and hugged her.

Like a lazy big cat, it clung to her body and hummed softly.

Yun Si's eyes softened, and she ran her fingertips through his hair, stroking it.

"If you don't like it, we won't come here anymore, okay?"

She could always sense his displeasure immediately.

The young man raised his lips slightly and lowered his eyes with beautiful eyes, "Okay."

"So, let's go home now?"

"Okay." He was still gentle.

Yun Si glanced at the quiet window.

I don’t know what the patients inside are doing. They were kicking the door non-stop just now, but now there is suddenly no movement.

Yun Si was not interested in him either, so she felt relieved when she saw that there was nothing unusual about Song Jing.

Take him and leave along the corridor,

"Brother Song Jing."

"Um?"

"Sisi will always be your family."

The girl said solemnly.

In the winter sunshine, she held his hand, and the heat from her voice seemed to warm the whole world.

The young man seemed stunned for a moment and said nothing.

After a long time, he said softly,

“It’s not just family.”

She is still his favorite person.

This is the person he wants to follow for the rest of his life.

He held her hand and looked at her fair face quietly, the corners of his lips seemed to curve.

Outside,

At some point, heavy snow fell silently again.

They were flying one after another, lightly and slowly drifting into the building with the wind.

Outside the cold and white corridor of the ward, when the two figures disappeared into the distance, the light in the window surrounded by iron bars was still there.

The four bare walls contained only a bed, a cabinet, and a shelf for hanging potions.

White snowflakes were floating outside, reflecting the light from outside into the slightly dim room.

Where the light does not reach, a figure hugs his knees and squats in the corner, motionless.

His mind was in a trance, like a boat floating on the sea, whirling and turbulent, unable to stop at all.

Just like the little boy who huddled in the corner a few years ago and didn't dare to say a word, he squatted and slowly held his head.

My ears were pressed tightly, as if there was some sound lingering inside.

His eyes were straight, his eyes were dull, his eyes were cloudy, and his slightly peeled lips were trembling and trembling.

It was as if the life was drained away in an instant, leaving only the last lingering breath of life.

Several strange tones were mumbled in his throat, stumbling, as if they were forced out.

"Snort, snore, snore."

He seemed to be unable to speak human words, and the sounds he made were like those of an animal.

Outside the window, the shadow of falling snow was projected in and fell on the ground.

The man huddled in the corner suddenly laughed out loud.

Purring, smiling, as if he was stupid,

"You lied to me, you must have lied to me. You are my son, how could you not be?"

"Those eyes and nose are clearly my son. How dare you say that you are not my biological child?"

"Hey hey hey, snore is a liar. You little beast must be a liar."

"When I go out, I must teach him a lesson and show him to the little beast. How dare you not support me? His legs will be broken."

"Hey hey hey hey hey hey"

He smiled dully, motionless.

Outside the window, the cold snow slowly drifted in.

It landed by the window and swirled.

Soon, an endless chill left behind.

As if silently, laughing at something.

—Small World End—