Panguan

He didn't seem to feel the pain when he smelled it, his fingers still pressed against Shen Qiao, and he closed his eyes quietly.

The gust of wind blew his face, causing people to stand almost unsteadily.

And after the mad collision, the smoke finally returned to docile, and slowly melted and faded.

The hair in front of his forehead was lifted and fell by the wind, making his skin bloodless, much paler than before.

Xia Qiao's wailing still couldn't make a sound. He was holding Shen Qiao's hand tightly, but he felt that his palm was getting more and more empty.

When the black smoke completely melted away, the person he was holding, along with the entire cage, completely disappeared. Before disappearing, he heard Shen Qiao's last warm warning: "Tianliang remember to put on clothes, don't eat too ice when it's hot, it's fine, ah."

After the cage dissipated, the real scene was revealed.

They were still sitting on the bus, the people behind them were still chatting, everything was the same as before.

The place where Shenqiao was buried is backed by mountains and water, and there is a large area of ​​flower trees and fields underneath.

Xia Qiao put the longevity box into the tomb, and relatives, friends and neighbors filled the red dates and sugar cakes according to the custom.

As soon as the filial piety and filial hat are burned and the slate is pressed, this trip will be sent to the end.

When going down the mountain, Xia Qiao finally had a whimper in his throat. It was dumb and light, but it was like a rust can that had been sealed for a long time and finally pryed open a crack. He stopped and went, and if someone hadn't pushed him, he might never have gotten down the mountain.

Just when he stopped and wanted to turn around, Wen Shi, who was following behind, suddenly raised his hand, patted the back of his head, and said in a deep voice, "Don't look back."

Don't look back.

Let him come cleanly, and let him go cleanly.

I don't know what kind of flowers and trees at the foot of the mountain, but when the wind blows, they fall all over the ground.

He was fascinated by the flower branches swept over when he smelled it, and when he closed his eyes and opened them again, he suddenly felt that this scene was a little familiar.

It was as if there was such a person once, with a thin and thin palm, with a warm touch, patted the back of his head and pushed him forward, and said coaxingly, "Don't look back."

He stopped in place, stunned for a few seconds, and subconsciously turned his head and glanced.

Seeing that Xie Wen was a few steps behind, he walked unhurriedly on the long and narrow road, reaching out to pick up a falling flower.

Chapter 13 Lost Contact

Xie Wen pulled the flower into his hand, but saw the petals curl up and wither the moment they touched him, turning into a mass of tan dead in a blink of an eye. With a flick of a finger, it loosened.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the dead object in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, he raised his eyes, and he was frowning at him when he saw it.

Xie Wen lowered his hands behind his back, and asked him a few steps away from the scattered flowers: "What's wrong with me, do you want to look at me like this?"

"..."

He pursed his lips when he smelled it.

He was just simply looking back. But when the other party asked this, he could only hold his face and say, "I have something to ask you."

Xie asked: "What's the matter?"

When smelling: "..."

Wait until I think about it.

Fortunately, he responded quickly, and he thought of one without much pause: "Where's your clothes?"

Xie Wen lowered his head and took a serious look at himself—the clothes were complete.

...

After hearing it, he said, "I said the coat you put on your hand, the black one."

Xie Wen seemed to remember that dress: "Oh, that one. There may be so many people that I forgot where it was."

"Aren't you going to look for it?"

"Forget it." Xie Wen didn't care and said, "It's not an important thing, just buy it if you lose it."

When I heard it, I was poor, and I couldn't understand his arrogance.

Seeing his brows getting tighter and tighter, Xie Wen suggested again, "Would you accompany me to the mountain to find it? But the mountain is a bit big."

do your dream. How big is this mountain?

Turn around when you smell it.

Xie Wen laughed in the back, coughed a few more times, his voice was more muffled than when he came, and his health seemed to be worse.

Although the neighbors and friends who came to see Shenqiao didn't know him, they still asked a few questions with concern: "I'm sick? I'm still rushing to the mountains when I'm sick. It's cold in the mountains."

Xie Wen far waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

Although he doesn't speak in a serious manner, he looks like a good-tempered person, but...

When Wen Shi turned along the mountain road, he couldn't help but turned his head again.

He saw Xie Wen coughing a few times against the tip of his nose, and when he passed a tree, he lost the things in his hand. His expression was light, morbidly pale, unable to see emotions, and seemed a little dull.

When he smelled it, he was stunned for a moment before he remembered that it should be the flower he picked up before.

When I just came out of the cage, I was actually tired and hungry when I smelled it, and it was difficult to hold my breath. But he still calmed down and tried to see Xie Wen's spirit.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the suffocating aura.

It was several times higher than when we first met, and with his teeth and claws, the evil spirits were thick and strong, and where the black mist escaped, the glowing flowers and trees dimmed, as if they were lingering on.

There was a buzzing in his head when he smelled it, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

The scene disappeared again, Xie Wen still looked gentle and gentle, and walked down the mountain with his eyes down.

***

The bus stopped at the foot of the mountain, and everyone came one after another.

Xia Qiao no longer cried or spoke, his eyes were so swollen, he just stood there blankly. Neighbors and elders couldn't bear it, they half-supported and half-pulled him into the car and placed him in the place where he came.

on the seat.

After a while, his dull eyes turned, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Where's Brother Wen?"