Panguan

Fortunately, the old man grabbed it in time and didn't let him scratch anywhere else.

After a long time, the little boy moved his throat and swallowed the drop of blood.

The gray-brown like a dead tree slowly faded from his body, his hands and feet finally felt sensual, and his skin was no longer pale and gray.

The old man's character should be quiet, or he should sit beside him, silently watching his day and night's efforts slowly turn into a result.

He didn't move, only his hands were shaking. I don't know if he was too happy or too surprised, or maybe... a little sad. Older people are often like this. When they are happy to the extreme, they become a little sad for no reason.

When the little boy opened his eyes, his eyes were still a little empty, but maybe he died once and swallowed the blood of the old man, it seemed that there was something else...

In short, there is a trace of human breath.

He blinked, the tone still did not fluctuate much, but the first sentence was: "Grandpa."

"Hey." The old man tucked the quilt and said slowly, "Grandpa is here."

"Why am I lying down and can't move?" He seemed to have forgotten a lot of things, like a newborn child, and asked blankly.

The old man said, "I'm sick."

"My doll seems to be alive."

"It was a nightmare," the old man explained patiently.

"I'm afraid." The little boy said, his fingers clenched spasmodically again, as if something dangerous was going to happen in the next second.

But the old man smoothed his fingers and said, "You can cry if you are afraid, and you can tell Grandpa that I am with you."

"My eyes hurt a little." The little boy blinked his right eye.

There was a bloody mouth where he struggled and scratched.

"Grandpa is old. When I held you on the bed, I accidentally knocked it."

As the old man said, he took out a towel and twisted it from the basin of hot water, and wiped the little boy's face little by little.

Wen Shi looked at the old man for a long time, and saw a familiar burn on his elbow when he picked up his sleeve.

He turned his gaze back to the little boy again.

Watching the mark on the child's heart become lighter, almost nothing, watching the incense ash and blood drop on the tip of his nose fade away, and watching the addition of a small mole, watching the scratch at the corner of his eye quickly form a scar.

...

Exactly the same as Xia Qiao.

The door of the wardrobe was opened a little more by the wind, revealing the doll's wide eyes, the white light shining on the glass beads, as if crying.

"Will you not want me when you're sick?" the little boy asked.

"No." The old man said, "I have a predestined relationship with you and want to see you grow up."

Chapter 12 Unboxing

Yes, this is actually Shenqiao's cage.

Smell and think.

No wonder Xia Qiao said that this house looked familiar, like the one he used to live in when he was a child. No wonder Xia Qiao felt that all the things that happened here were like dreams he had when he was a child.

This old man was Shen Qiao, but he never recognized it.

Maybe it's because there are no facial features and the outline is blurred, maybe because the sinking bridge in his memory is still many, many years ago.

It's not that he hasn't seen Shen Qiao getting old, but he always feels that such an old man with a sluggish footstep and a vague voice has nothing to do with the handsome young man wearing a melon rind hat back then.

There was a sudden noise in the closet, and when I heard it, I regained my senses, and heard a low voice from inside.

The voice was hoarse, as if afraid of disturbing someone: "Grandpa?"

The next moment, the cabinet door was pushed open, and the soft doll had fallen to the side, silently. Instead, it was a thin boy - that was Xia Qiao himself.

He was frail, palely lit by the old ceiling lights in the room, like a silhouette in a silent time. He stood blankly behind the old man and wanted to pat his shoulder, but he didn't dare to drop his hand.

"Grandpa...is that you?" he asked softly.

The old man sitting beside the room made a movement, and slowly clasped his fingers holding the towel.

At that moment, time in the cage seemed to freeze. No one knows how he will react when he hears this sentence, whether he will wake up suddenly like many cage owners, and then bào suddenly.

"Grandpa, I'm Xia Qiao." The boy finally patted the old man's shoulder and shook it lightly.

Ten years passed in a flash, he forgot a lot of things when he was a child, and learned a lot of things that he couldn't learn when he was a child.

When he was coquettish, he already knew to soften his voice.

He grabbed the cloth on the old man's shoulder, the tip of his nose was red, he shook him again, and repeated in a hoarse voice, "Grandpa, I'm Xiaqiao, look at me."

The outline of the old man suddenly trembled, like a drop of water falling into the Pinghu Lake, and then the black smoke swirls around him suddenly emanated from his body.

This is... the cage owner woke up.

Almost all cage owners are aggressive when they wake up. All the resentment, resentment, jealousy, and reluctance to let go of him in this life will burst out at that moment, both to vent and to release.

And the person who released the cage is destined to help him take over everything, and then help him dissolve.

The moment the black qi appeared, he had already escaped from the mirror when he smelled it.

His slender fingers, still carrying the white mist in the mirror, pointed straight at the old man.

The heart and the eyes are related to the spirit. As long as he touches there and inherits everything, the cage will completely disintegrate...

But he stopped at the last inch.

When he was about to catch the spirit of the old man

, suddenly withdrew his hand, and stood up.