Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 333 Filling up the black skin

   "Ah, this is..." Xiaolan held up the black skin in his hand, "This is my toy."

  Jasmine looked at her strangely again.

  I still play with toys when I get older, just play with it, and I still play with this look.

  "It's fighting with others..." Xiaolan didn't change her face, "Jasmine, do you have any needles and threads here?"

   Jasmine nodded, "Go to your room."

  Qin Yin and Jasmine sat next to Xiaolan, watching her fiddling with her needle and thread.

  "Are you sure you can needlework?"

   "No," Xiaolan shook his head confidently, poked a few times, and finally stuck the needle on the back into the button hole, "But Heipi definitely doesn't want others to sew it, it loves me very much."

  Qin Yin pursed his mouth while trying to speak, but finally did not say anything, then watched Xiaolan's hands that seemed to always want to get out of control entangled.

   "Ah, it's finished sewing!" Xiaolan put the finished product in front of him, "It's okay."

  Qin Yin and Jasmine were completely stunned.

   Xiaolan stared at the black skin, her smile gradually solidified on her face, "Why is it different..."

  "It...it..." Qin Yin tremblingly pointed to Hepi, "What about its other eye?"

  The black triangle nose is adorned with two **** plastic eyes. Now, not only the nose is crooked, but there is only one eye left.

  A coolness slowly rose from the soles of Xiaolan's feet.

   "Keep chuckle... um..." Hei Pi made a waking voice, "Well... eh? What are you all looking at me for?"

   is over, why do you wake up at this time?

  Xiaolan broke out in a cold sweat.

   "Black...black leather..."

   "Well, what's the matter?...Why does it feel weird? How tight..."

  Hei Pi should not be able to see himself.

   "Ah! Why do I have an eye in my stomach!"

   turned out to be in the stomach.

   "Hey, what's the matter?" Xiaolan tilted her head and pretended to be garlic.

  "Ah! It's my eyes!" Heipi growled and roared, "Liao Yilan!"

   "I was wrong." Xiaolan knelt immediately.

  "Hurry up and find someone to sew me! You are too much! Liao Yilan! I want..."

  "Help me sew the black leather, sister Xiaoyin," Xiaolan knelt on the ground and grabbed Qin Yin's hand, "Black leather is going to eat me."

   "I...I don't know how to needlework either. I didn't even feel ashamed to say you sew ugly."

   "Now, give it to me," a small hand radiating holy light stretched out in front of Xiaolan, "I will have a little bit more. I will take it apart for you and sew it again."

   Xiaolan compared Jasmine’s usual image, that girl with a stick, what do you think...

   "Xiaolan, what can you worry about?" Qin Yin pointed at Heipi, "No matter how you say it, it won't be uglier than it is now."

  Indeed.

  Xiaolan and Qin Yin were sitting next to Jasmine, watching her flexibly dancing with needles and threads.

Heipi’s cursing sounded endlessly, leading all the rabbits next door to the next door. The rabbits had been washed clean. Holding a carrot in his mouth, he jumped into the house a few times, jumped to Jasmine’s feet, and raised his head. Looking at the black skin, he creaked.

  "Squeak! -squeak!-(What about your eyes?

   "Shut up," Hei Pi yelled angrily, "Otherwise I will pluck your hair!"

   "Crack, squeak..."

  Xiaolan and Qin Yin’s mouths opened wider and wider.

  When Jasmine collected the last piece of thread and picked it up by one of the black leather ears, the rabbit was surprised that all the carrots fell to the ground.

  Such a beautiful doll, is it black skin?

  Hei Pi also realized something and calmed down consciously.

   "Wow," Qin Yin said first, "How did you make Jasmine better than it was before?"

   "Does it look good?" Jasmine's face flushed, "I made it up casually."

   Xiaolan felt that this was tantamount to drawing her own face.

  Hei Pi asked shyly, "I...what am I now?"

   Xiaolan quickly took out Qin Yin's mirror and stood in front of Hei Pi.

After years of kneading, the original doll’s pointed ears were drooping, and his big eyes were a bit skewed. Xiaolan looked pleasing to the eye, not surprising. Now, the black-skinned ears are stunned and the thread ends are buried. I couldn't see one of them, and the two mustaches were even curved by Jasmine to make them look even cuter.

  Is it possible that after playing with the stick for a long time, it can automatically evolve flexible hands?

Xiaolan hugged the black skin that had been immersed in her beauty, Qin Yin folded her clothes again, and Jasmine picked up the rabbit on the ground. The three chatted with each other. The atmosphere was so good that Xiaolan deliberately didn't. I mentioned what I overheard just now, but it was obvious that Jasmine was much happier than just now.

  Hei Pi and the rabbit seemed to be quarreling again, and Xiaolan couldn't understand. When he was rubbing Hei Pi's ears, the Daoist knocked on the door and stepped in.

  "Daoist, look at Hei Pi." Xiaolan proudly held Hei Pi to him, as if she had stitched it together.

   "It's cute." Dao Chang narrowed his eyes and smiled, standing still.

  After a while, the fool and Baomu in their coats also walked into their room.

  Qin Yin stopped the movement in his hand and stood up, "What's the matter?"

  The Taoist smiled, his voice was very soft.

   "Xiaolan, Xiaoyin, we found a pineapple."

  ***

  I don’t know when it started raining.

  When several people got out of Luo's car, the dark clouds accumulated for a long time finally began to vent.

  The rain was heavy, Xiaolan covered his head with both hands, almost unable to see the way forward.

  Not far away are faint gray bumps, one by one, row by row.

  This is a desolate cemetery.

  Qin Yin hugged Xiaolan from behind. Xiaolan looked up. Qin Yin's eyes seemed to be covered in a black mist. The rain was too heavy to see her eyes clearly.

  Qin Yin used his body to help Xiaolan cover the rain, and the group followed the Luo family’s little brother to the entrance of the cemetery.

   "Who is it? What is it?" An old man ran out of the tin room under the camphor tree, holding an old black umbrella, and stopped in front of them.

  The Luo family’s little brother hurriedly stepped forward, "Vice Luo will take care of it..."

   "Oh, vice-hui Luo, go in, do you need me to lead you to the grave?"

  Dao long bowed, "Trouble."

"You little young man, it's already buried," the old man led the way enthusiastically, turning his head and chatting with them, "In other words, everyone has his own life. The two children are gone at a young age, and this matter is nowhere. Make sense."

   Xiaolan coughed, a little dissatisfied with the old man's attitude.

  People who often face life and death, how do they treat death like this?

  The old man noticed that there was a child hidden under Qin Yin’s arm, and pointed to Xiaolan, “You still have a child. Are you afraid that the child will feel uncomfortable watching it?”

   said stiffly, "She also wants to send her partner for the last time."

"Yes, too," the old man thought, and immediately laughed, "it would be nice to let the children see this. You are young, and you still take life and death seriously. Don't blame my old man for talking too much, etc. As you get older and see more, you will know that everyone has such a way to go. Don’t take it lightly or take it seriously. Just look at it happily."

  (End of this chapter)