The Phoenix Arises

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"String brother, wait for me."

Warm string turned back, watching the chasing night, worry-free brow wrinkles, "How come you?"

The night is no worries, the lips are slightly hooked, and I am going to pick up the temperature string. "I will help you wash the fruit."

The eyes of the unsightly arms in the eyes of the night, the Wenzi brows tightened a few points.

"Give me the fruit, go back."

Wen string said that he was going to get the fruit of the night without worry, but he was hiding.

"I don't want to, I wash myself." No worries, holding the fruit, I ran towards the foothills.

He managed to find an excuse to stay with him, and he would not go back.

Wen string immediately chased the past with concern.

Under the foot of the mountain, neither of them spoke, washing their fruits.

The warm string washed the fruit while secretly watching the night without worry, in case he fell down the mountain.

"String brother, you taste it."

The night suddenly turned around and handed a fruit to the warmth of the lips.

Looking at the night's worry-free look, the warm string of light flashes, picking up the fruit and throwing it into his arms.

"Well, go back."

I dare not go to see the little face that has no worries at night, and the temperature string turns and leaves.

Looking at the back of the warm string in the night without worry, the eyes are full of tears.

"why?"

The voice of sadness is full of sorrow.

The warmth of the footsteps, the fruit in his hand was almost crushed by him.

"What did I do wrong, why did I suddenly ignore me?"

No worries in the night, the back of the string, the tears in the eyes, such as the broken pearls slide down one by one.

The heart hurts to breathe, the temperature string wants to escape, but the foot seems to be nailed to the ground, and one step can't move.

I can't hear the answer, the tears in the eyes of the night are more and more, and the anxiety in my heart is getting stronger and stronger.

"String brother..."

No worries at night, I want to go forward, but I accidentally stepped on the stones, and my feet slipped, and the whole person went down the mountain.

"what......"

The temperature string jerked and turned, seeing the night without worry, fell to the foothills, and the heart almost stopped.

"No worries..."

Throwing away all the fruit, Wenling rushed to the foothills and pulled him back in front of the stone wall.

"Are you OK."

Looking at the obviously frightened night without worry, Wen Xian was both distressed and scared, and quickly took off his coat and covered him.

"String brother..." No worries in the night, I rushed into the warm string, and cried, "I am so afraid..."

"Not afraid, nothing."

The warm string clung to the night without worry, kissed his hair and kissed it.

Under the fruit tree, Wenther waited a little impatient.

"How long will it happen, I will not have an accident, I will go see it."

"do not go."

Seeing warmth in the direction of the mountain, the chill is a little anxious, grabbing her sleeves.

"Ok?"

Warmer turned and frowned, and everyone looked at him with a puzzled look.

Happiness and let go, some guilty eyes don’t open your eyes. "There should be no problem."

"That is, there are three brothers, what can they do?"

Hail biting the fruit while shaking his head carelessly.

"You know more."

Looking at the small eyes of the hail, the warm eyes immediately gave her a nail.

The hail touched his head in pain, and "咔嚓咔嚓" bit the fruit crisply, completely treating the fruit as warm.

The blaze was light and relaxed, and stunned the direction of the mountain.

I had been crying for a long time without worry, and I finally recovered.

Wen string helps the night to wipe the tears. "We go back, don't go back, they should worry."

No worries nodding at night, gently holding the hand of the string.

The warm chords flashed lightly, but did not open the hands of the night without worry.

"String brother, fruit..."

Seeing the fruit that was just thrown away by the string, it is only after the night that I remember that they came to wash the fruit.

"No,".

Wen string head did not return to pull the night without worry.

"The third brother and the worry-free brother are back."

Seeing the warm strings and the night without worry, the ice is shining.

Wen string subconsciously loosened the hands of the night without worry, hands clasped into fists unconsciously.

The temperature of the palm disappeared, and the heart of the night was as if it was empty, and the eyes were lowered.

"How did you go so long?"

The warmth was lifted and looked at the two empty hands, frowning. "I remember you seem to be washing the fruit."

"Three brothers, have you eaten the fruit?" Hail also blinked in confusion.

"It fell into the mountains." He blinked at the ice, and the string went to the fire and sat down.

Leaves no worries, light flashes, quietly walked to the side of the cool squat.

"No worries, how is your clothes wet?"

See the water stains on the worry-free chest, frowning coldly, and quickly use the scorpion to wipe.

Warmer also frowned. "How good clothes are wet?"

"I......"

"Nothing, some water."

The temperature string did not lift, and directly picked up the branches on the ground and burned the fire.

Ye Wushang sneaked into the eye-string, and smiled gratefully at the cool, "Well, I am fine, I have done almost."

"Come and come, eat roast chicken."

Warmer will cut the roasted pheasant and give it to everyone.

"Fortunately, I am smart, I have caught a few pheasants."

The hail grabbed a chicken leg and licked it with gusto.

Warmer raised his eyebrows. "Is it what you caught? How do I remember that Xiaoliu caught it?"

The ice was flashing, and I raised my eyebrows unconsciously. "It's almost the same."

I no longer pay attention to the smug look of the hail, the warmth of the remaining three chicken legs are assigned to the flaming feathers, worry-free and cool.

Worry-free walk to the side of Wenxian, a strong smile, "string brother, give you chicken legs."

The temperature string body is stiff, and the chicken legs that have been handed over without worry, the brows are wrinkled.

"I am not hungry, you can eat it yourself."

After the temperature string was finished, he got up and walked away.

Ye Wuyue bit his lip and looked at the back of the warm string, grievously wanting to cry, but he sneaked down his eyes and covered the tears in his eyes.

Warmth looked puzzled at the back of Wenxian. "What happened to him?"

How does she feel that the third child is not happy?

"I went to see."

The cold light flashed lightly and got up and followed.

On the edge of the cliff, I looked at the back of the warm string, and I felt a little distressed.

"Are you OK."

"Come with me to practice boxing." Wenxian suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes full of pain and struggle.

The cold heart suddenly trembled and nodded.

"Yeah..."

Wen string violently punched and chilled, chilling and subconsciously escaping.

Wen string binocular red, a fist and a punch to the cold.

Knowing that the temperature string is not good, the chilling is not back, only to dodge, and occasionally put two punches.

On the cliff, two black and white figures fluttered, looking far away, like a butterfly dancing.

The two played for a long time, until they did not have a bit of strength, they stopped.

The temperature string closed his eyes and lay on the slate.

"I'm sorry." The tired voice was full of apologies.

Han Han took the blue-eyed lips and did not speak, only to accompany him quietly.

When I was eating at night, everyone’s eyes looked cold.

"Second brother, isn't the third brother hitting you?"

The hail bites the chopsticks and finally can't help but ask.

Others also raised their ears and listened to the cold answer.

"Can he beat me?"

I chilled my eyes and sipped my face with a blank expression.

Everyone heard the words, weirdly looked at a clean, warm string, and looked at the blue-and-white chill, and instantly fell black.

Only Wen Ling silently ate the meal.

"Not the third child, how did you get it on your face?" Wenser raised his eyebrows unbelievably.

"Bumped."

The face is not red and the heart is not jumping.

"Cough..."

The hail was slammed down and desperately coughed up. The phoenix sitting next to her immediately took her breath.

Everyone else looked at the face with a strange look.

Ye Wuyue put down the chopsticks and found a box of ointment. "Hey brother, this is the ointment that I asked my sister before, I will wipe it for you."

The cold string squinted at the side of the eye, and a deep smear in the bottom of the eye.

"it is good."

The cockroach put down the chopsticks and turned to the leaves without worry.

Ye Wuwei opened the pill box and carefully rubbed the medicine.

"I'm stuffed."

"啪", the temperature string put down the tableware, and cold face went away.

Warm and frowning, put down the tableware with dissatisfaction.

"What is the third thing about this, how is it always strange?"

Ye Wuyi’s hand jerked, and the ointment slipped directly through the cold lips.

"Sorry."

Leaves worry-free, immediately pick up the puff and wipe off the ointment on the cold lips.

Looking at Ye Wushou’s absent-minded look, the cold light flashed. "I will come by myself. You go to see the third child. He seems to be angry."

"Ok."

Ye nostalgic nodded, handed the pill to the cold, then got up and left the hall.

In the yard, the temperature string stands under the jellyfish tree.

Leaves no worries, licked his lips, and carefully walked behind the temperature string.

"String brother..."

Hearing the sound of worry-free leaves, the anger of Wen’s heart instantly smashed up, and he did not look at Ye’s worries and walked away.

Ye Wuxi heart violently pain, took a deep breath, "I am waiting for you in the mountains tonight."

The string is stiff and the hands are unconsciously tightened.

After the leaves were not worried, they did not wait for the temperature string to answer, and turned and left.

The breeze is light and the sea bracts fall with the wind, and the warm string looks at the pink petals under the feet. It hasn't moved for a long time.

At night, the strings are constantly turning over and over in bed.

The cold slammed up from the bed and screamed at the string. "You still let me not sleep, I want to go."

"Who said that I am going." Wen Xianjun's face blushes red.

Cold eyebrows, "You really don't go?"

"Don't go." Wen string irritated and turned over.

The cold eyes blinked and sighed. "Small and worry-free is really awkward. It’s so late, the mountain is cold and heavy, maybe there are spirits and the like..."

If you haven’t finished talking, the string will fly out.

The cold lips and the micro-hooks, picked up the quilt and fell down again.

I can finally sleep.

Wen string rushed to the mountain, but did not see no worries.

"No worries..."

Can not find no worries, Wen string anxious, hurriedly turned, but suddenly huddled from behind.