Immortality: Starting from meeting the fox girl

Chapter 120 [If Xiao An is not here, the snowman can accompany Mr. Da]

Under the bleak snowflakes, there is a bit of chill in the slightly humid air in the south of the Yangtze River.

The wind blew through the tung trees on the side, blowing off a few tung leaves that had not yet fallen. The steep branches stretched into the distant sky. It is difficult to imagine the blooming flowers at the foot of Bulxian Mountain in early summer.

Lu Chenran looked at the girl with a complicated expression, picked her up, and looked into the distance.

The spirit of the female general must have been severely damaged.

Maybe this person's temperament is like this. She keeps everything to herself, doesn't say anything, and doesn't need to be asked. She feels a little lonely in her heart.

A question suddenly appeared in his mind:
'Can An Daoyun return to Jiamu County safely? '

From the northern border to Shangjing, it was really not that close. I was still riding a mirage.

"Mr. Big?"

The girl's voice brought him back to reality. Lu Chenran rubbed her head and said softly:

"Of course it's true."

"Half?"

A pair of small paws kept searching for the fruit stored in the tree hole. After searching for a while, they probably found a fruit about the same size as the pine cone just now. Satisfied, they walked to the entrance of the hole and threw it under the tree.

"Master An came to visit Xiao An just now."

He raised his head and cupped his hands toward the tree.

She vaguely knew something in her heart. Xiao An pursed her lips, muttered for a long time, and then suddenly said:

Lu Chenran was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:

The wind and snow were blowing lightly, and under the big tung tree in the backyard of Jilan Thatched Cottage, two ropes hung a swing swaying in the wind. Next to the swing squatted a short and fat snowman, and there was a monkey hiding in the hole of the tree. Er Niang, fragrant and dark:
"Mr. Big, will the snowman be cold?"

Lu Chenran raised his head curiously, and under his gaze, he saw a cat with wings hiding in the hole at the top of the paulownia tree, with a light golden luster filling the cat's body.

Lu Chenran leaned down and pushed the half-person-high snowball together with her, and placed it under the old tung tree.

"Look, you won't let Aunt Su find you a scarf when you go out to play. You'll be freezing."

He reached out his hand, took out a scarf from his sleeves and tied it around her neck.

Immediately afterwards, a pine cone fell from the top. It looked like it was not too big or too small, and it was just right to be mounted on the snowman's head.

"Xiao An was making snowballs just now, so I didn't disturb Xiao An."

I found a stone from the ground and used it as a nose. I broke off two dry branches of Paulownia wood and inserted them on both sides to make arms. A snowman was already built.

'Huh? Where does this fruit come from? '

Lu Chenran looked at the girl gently and asked.

"pat-"

Wet snow is very sticky, like clay, and a little rubbing is enough to set it into shape.

The girl raised her head, looked at the not strong afternoon sun, and rubbed her eyes.

The girl walked over with a big snowball in her arms. With Lu Chenran's help, she placed it on top of the big snowball and said crisply:

"pat-"

After doing all this, the cat-headed wasp licked its paws and seemed to be mumbling something.

"The snowman's body has been piled up, but he is still missing a head."

The girl said nothing more.

"Then why didn't Mr. An meet Xiao An?"

The big paulownia trees were quiet, except for the sound of the wind and snow sweeping away the dead leaves.

Xiao An showed a shy smile and looked at everything in front of him with pleasure.

In Lu Chenran's eyes, this girl who was always by his side had grown up without knowing when.

"Does it look good?"

The hot breath blew on the girl's little face, and a layer of shining frost and snow hung on her eyelashes, and her pale little face gradually turned red:

"really?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the rustling of the branches and leaves on the big tung tree.

It's not that she is tall, but that the innocence and carefreeness that belongs to young children gradually disappears. Her body trembles slightly, without the joy of independence, just like a small snow-colored flower swaying in the wind, which makes people see her. It gives birth to pity.

This cat of unknown species was probably timid and unwilling to show up, but he didn't force himself.

"The snowman is made of snow, so why is it cold?"

"And two eyes."

He actually has such a lovely neighbor, and he appreciates this kindness.

"Mr. Da, half of Xiao An's wish has come true."

"Thank you Taoist friend"

Lu Chenran smiled.

The girl didn't know what she was thinking. She stretched out her little hand to take off the scarf around her neck, and tied it awkwardly around the snowman's fat neck:
"Mr. Big, the snowman will also melt when spring comes, and it won't be there by then, right?"

"Of course the snowman will melt."

"We piled it up and watched it melt away. It was so pitiful."

Lu Chenran squatted on the ground, held her little face with both hands, and said softly:

"It's pathetic, but it's been enjoying itself all winter, hasn't it?"

The girl blinked her eyes in confusion, stretched out her hand to grab the snow, and felt the water turning from the snow in the gaps between her fingertips, which was so cold that it penetrated her heart:

"Is that also Xiao An?"

Lu Chenran opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

"Xiao An is not."

Halfway through the words, he choked.

Just like a snowman, as a ray of soul, it is destined to disappear.

She created her and watched her dissipate.

But hadn't An Daoyun already cut off this ray of soul and given it to her?
Lu Chenran was a little confused.

The girl held her little hands behind her back, but her delicate little face was filled with indifference to Lu Chenran's answer, and her cheeks were flushed:

"Mr. Da, Xiao An is so happy today. Let's go home."

"it is good."

Lu Chenran was silent for a while and then spoke softly.

The girl clapped her hands and skipped towards the courtyard of the thatched cottage.

The lingering wind and snow followed her footsteps, seeming to swear that the girl had been here before, and her small back was as cute as ever.

Lu Chenran felt inexplicably disappointed, always feeling that the girl was not happy today.

He bent down and picked up the jar she had been holding in her arms.

When I was about to chase after him, I suddenly discovered that there was another paper crane lying blankly at the bottom of the jar, silently.

The paper crane did not fly.

He took out the paper crane, twisted the paper, and looked at the crooked and clumsy words on it.

【I want you to be healthy】

Lu Chenran's throat suddenly felt a little choked, as if he knew why she wanted to build a snowman, and finally understood why Xiao An's wish was half fulfilled.

【I want to be with Mr. Big】

【I want you to be healthy】

These are two contradictory wishes.

Lu Chenran folded the paper crane and stuffed it into his pocket, followed quickly, picked up Xiao An, walked toward the courtyard, and said softly:
"Xiao An."

"Ok?"

"Xiao An is not a snowman."

"Xiao An knows!"

"Xiao An can enjoy many days and nights, and many winters in the future, that's what I said." Xiao An said "hmm" and stopped talking.

The only sound left between heaven and earth was the sound of heavy snow falling, and Lu Chenran's crunching footsteps on the snow, monotonous and peaceful.

Suddenly, a girl's soft voice came to Lu Chenran's ears, and she said softly:

"But Xiao An is just a ray of soul. Without this ray of soul, Mr. An will be very painful."

"Xiao An doesn't know anything at all, so he can't be selfish."

"."

She wanted to be by Mr. Big's side.

But she didn't want Mr. An to be hit hard because of her little wish.

Lu Chenran's heart moved and he sighed slightly. Did his consideration for others outweigh his own pain?
Perhaps in Blue Star, this kind of character would be described as a people-pleasing personality, or a cowardly and weak temperament, but in his opinion, it is a quality as precious as gold. There are too few people who can understand the pain of others in pain.

With the girl's company along the way, Lu Chenran has become accustomed to her presence.

He already knew in his heart what the girl was going to do.

A severed soul can still return to its original form if the soul's will is strong enough.

The girl just lay in Lu Chenran's broad arms, and the unfamiliar breath came from the tip of her nose, which made her heart beat faster, but she felt more peaceful.

The laurel sign with the words 'Peace and Peace' on the chest was shining with a faint light.

Then, the title page of the golden book slowly appeared in Lu Chenran's mind:

[Becoming acquainted with Guimu Xianpai: (30/30)]

【.】

The next moment, Lu Chenran felt that in his eyes, he could feel every detail of everything, and even the aura in the air could be seen.

In the air, there are colorful light particles floating, moving irregularly, and the world seen in the mind's eye is absolutely gorgeous.

The soil covered under the snow gathers khaki light particles, the light particles between the paulownia branches are cyan, and the morning mist in the air is full of aqua light particles, like blue clouds with colors, beautiful and dreamy.

Immediately afterwards, there was writing floating on the title page of the golden book that belonged to the Guimu Immortal Card in my mind:
[Associated with the Guimu Immortal Card, wandering souls, where can they stay? Three souls will arrive early, seven souls will come, and the souls will be captured]

【.】

'Soul-bound? '

This is an incredible technique.

Acquiring a new technique should make me feel happy, but for some reason, I don't have many thoughts in my mind at this moment.

"It's almost the Chinese New Year."

Lu Chenran suddenly said.

"Year?"

"Of course, it's time to buy Xiao An a new set of clothes."

Lu Chenran said softly.

"Great."

"Is there anything else you want to do, Xiao An?"

"Where Mr. Big goes, Xiao An will go."

Lu Chenran took a deep breath, then hugged her tightly and nodded vigorously:

"Well, wherever I go, you go."

"."

Xue Hu followed the two of them, tilting his head, and there was a bit of trance on the fox's face.

In his heart, he muttered:

'As expected of being separated from one person, the soul is the same. '

Do you think about each other?

So why was it necessary to separate this ray of soul in the first place?
However, if you don’t understand it, you still don’t understand it.

It's quite pitiful.

Just after the shadows of several people disappeared around the big paulownia tree, the owl wasp on the paulownia tree cautiously poked its head out.

The two men below were mumbling something, but it really couldn't understand it.

But now this owl-headed wasp had put all its thoughts on the bowl of monkey wine in the tree hole. Looking around, there was no one there, so it flapped its wings and came to the bowl of wine.

After sniffing the fragrant aroma in the wine, I couldn't help but sigh:
"This Mr. Big's stuff is pretty good."

However, I also know that this is someone else's thing and it is wrong to eat it without permission.

I thought about giving up and going back to sleep in the tree hole, but I couldn't stand the strong aroma of wine.

The cat-headed wasp sighed and reluctantly flew into the tree hole. The cat's paws held a hive the size of a head, hung it next to the monkey's stuffing, and muttered:

"Well, a sip of honey is exchanged for a sip of wine. I can't bear to drink this honey myself."

Is the honey brewed by fairy bees something ordinary people have the opportunity to eat?

The Cat-headed Wasp stretched out a small paw and carefully dug into the bottle of wine in the tree hole, took it out, licked it, and suddenly smiled.

Just when the cat-headed wasp was licking happily, a noise suddenly came from behind, startling it.

"My tiger——"

The owl-headed wasp flapped its wings twice, turned around absentmindedly, and looked at the giant beast that appeared in front of it.

This is a giant white cat, with black markings covering its whole body, and the word "king" outlined on its forehead. Its fangs and sharp claws all reveal the ferocity of a ferocious beast!
The Cat-headed Wasp defended herself anxiously:

"I didn't eat it secretly! I changed it."

Hushan God blinked his eyes and glanced at his mouth disdainfully:
"What's so delicious about this thing? Is it as delicious as a mouse?"

The cat-headed wasp coughed, then stared at the white cat in front of him:
"Where are you from, cat?"

Hushan Shenton felt that he seemed to be offended and roared violently:
"My tiger is a tiger!"

The Owl Wasp looked at it with disdain:
"Tiger? Then why don't you have wings?"

As he spoke, the cicada wings behind him flapped twice, quite contentedly.

Hushan God froze on the spot, his brain shut down for a moment, and he admitted that he did not react.

Tiger, when did it have wings?

"It must have been discovered."

Tiger Mountain God: "."

Just when two species that were not cats were confronting each other, trying to convince each other of what they were, a gust of cool wind suddenly came through, and the two cats suddenly shivered. They couldn't help but notice something, and suddenly looked back, but it was in vain. There was nothing, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Wait a minute?
Nothing?
The Owl Wasp suddenly realized something and quickly looked under the swing.

Wasn't there a snowman there just now? What about the snowman?
It slowly raised its head and met the eyes of the two pine cones. The stone nose almost touched its beard. The snow was floating in it, giving it a faint chill.

Under the falling snowflakes, the afternoon sun shines through the dry branches of the tung trees, casting shadows as dots.

Snowman Zhigan's hand adjusted the scarf around his neck, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The snowman cannot speak.

He just stretched out his hand on the branch and pointed at the swing.

So the two cats sat on the swing with the snowman, looking confused.

The swing swayed gently.

Drifting in the wind.

Deep in the snowman's chest, there is a beating heart.

However, it was not a heart, but a folded paper crane, which the girl put in quietly.

If the flowers bloom in spring and the snowman turns into water, this paper crane may be discovered by others, or it may be blended into the water and dispersed in the sky.

Written in the wings of the paper crane is the girl's wish:
[I want to build a snowman with Mr. Big]

[If Xiao An is not here, the snowman can accompany Mr. Da]

【.】

(End of this chapter)