Peach Blossom

    The angry little tiger stretched out its sharp claws and rushed towards Mincer. When she attacked the big tiger on Tiger Mountain that day, she only photographed the little tiger who could get people's knees. The pair of sharp claws were blazing blue light, their eyes were sharp, and their bodies were like lightning, and they went straight to Mincer's door.

    Mincer smiled contemptuously and instantly disappeared.

      She actually refused to step back.

      That person's name is Xiao Yuan, think about it, what are you?"

    After Mincer said that, he didn't speak again, as if he had disappeared. The snow fell silent for a moment, except for Xiao Yuan's low roar, and the slight sound of her tail sweeping across the snow.

    Jun Yao didn't speak for a while, she bent down and tried to smooth the hair for Xiao Yuan, just as her palm touched the fur on her back, Xiao Yuan immediately jumped away, facing Jun Yao, the bottom of her eyes Pressing a layer of dark clouds, his expression was full of ill will.

    Jun Yao made a move, walked over slowly, hugged Xiao Yuan, and said warmly, "She's gone."

    Xiao Yuan didn't struggle, when she heard this, she seemed to be out of breath, curled up and let Jun Yao hold her.

    Xuehu stuck his head out, seeing that there were still people here, and hurried back to the nest. Xiao Yuan smelled the breath of the prey she had been waiting for for a long time, and did not move.

    Jun Yao looked at her small body curled up in a ball, there was a trace of worry in her eyes, but she didn't say anything, and turned to go home.

    In order to chase the snow fox, Xiao Yuan has turned to the other side of Taiyi Mountain. It takes half a day to walk back to the wooden house. Jun Yao walked step by step without casting spells.

    Withered branches in the snow, the woman walks alone, holding a cat-sized tiger in her hand, leaving footprints in the snow.

    The little tiger curled up in her arms, motionless.

    Jun Yao knew that she was angry. But she didn't know how to explain it, she just thought that the road was long and tortuous, that A Yuan grew up and went through all kinds of things, maybe there will be a chance to know the past.

    But she never thought that the past that she had known or guarded silently in her life would come out of her mouth.

     A Yuan also remembered that there was really no separation between them, no secrets, and no distinction between them.

    But if she were to tell her, where would she start? Is it the first sight in Guangping Temple, or the tragic death of the Han King? Is it an understatement as a bystander, or is it a deep affection for yourself?

    No matter which one, Ah Yuan is still so small? Can she understand?

    Even if she was asked to tell her story, Jun Yao hoped to wait for the little tiger to grow up, understand the truth, and fall in love with her again. At that time, she would tell her everything from the past. Instead of this time, when the little tiger only depended on her, he first instilled the past with her.

    It seems that in the past, A Yuan had been coerced to face her alone.

    Jun Yao likes her, she will never give up on what she has become, but she will never add any burden to Xiao Yuan.

    Ming se disrupted Jun Yao's pace with just a few words.

    After walking for an afternoon, it was dusk when we arrived at the wooden house. The snow fell and stopped, and for some reason, the clouds dissipated again, and the sky began to glow.

    Jun Yao walked under the eaves, touched the little tiger, and said softly to her, "I'm home."

    The little tiger refused to move, curled up and hid his face. Jun Yao sighed, touched her again, and comforted: "Don't be angry, I'll never see her again."

    The little tiger finally responded, moved, but still refused to look up.

    Jun Yao had to squeeze the fur on the back of her neck and shake her away. Little Tiger didn't expect this trick, and unexpectedly, his wet face appeared in front of Jun Yao.

    There were tears in her eyes, and the hair on her face was wet from crying.

    The little tiger quickly covered his face with his claws, not wanting Jun Yao to see it.

    Jun Yao hugged her again, wanted to wipe her face for her, and comforted her: "Don't cry."

    Xiao Yuan refused to let her touch her, her small paws covered her face firmly, and tears fell again. Jun Yao could see that under her paws, a tuft of hair was wet with tears.

    "A Yuan doesn't want to talk to me?" Jun Yao said.

    Xiao Yuan didn't speak, she was very sad, the rabbit bullied her, and Ayao didn't help her, but this was not what made her the most sad, the most sad thing for her was that she was not Ayao The only little tiger, when Mincer was there, she refused to show weakness. When she left, she couldn't hold back her grievance and cried all the way.

    Jun Yao paused for a while, then said, "Then Ah Yuan, how can I be willing to take care of me?"

    The white tiger was born to be domineering. She wouldn't even stay on the branch of Junyao's body for a while, let alone that she had other tigers.

    Jun Yao smiled and said to her: "She lied to you, there is no other little tiger, only A Yuan."

    The low voice was full of disappointment. She heard that A Yao raised her because of other Xiao Yuan.

    Jun Yao shook her head, looking a little helpless, and said softly: "There is no other A Yuan, only you, a little tiger."

    Xiao Yuan was stunned, she never imagined that there were still people, such nonsense. The little tiger doesn't get along with people very much. She usually plays with Jun Yao or wild beasts in the mountains. Jun Yao will not deceive her. The beast can't speak. There are fakes.

    The little tiger learned a lesson, but when I heard that she was the only one, A Yuan, and she was the only little tiger, she was not angry anymore, she just felt very happy, put her arms around Jun Yao’s neck, Whispered rebuke: "Bad rabbit."

    She didn't even ask why the bad rabbit said those words, she just believed what Jun Yao said, without any hesitation.

    Jun Yao's heart softened and soft, following her back, smooth hair.

    The little tiger rubbed against her neck, happy and dependent.

    Jun Yao knows that after this time, someone will tell A Yuan that she once stayed with a mortal person, and A Yuan will not believe it anymore. Jun Yao's heart moved, and she asked, "If there are other little tigers and other Xiao Yuan, what will A Yuan do? Do you want me to go away?"

    Xiao Yuan did not expect that she would ask such a question, she was stunned, and tears welled up again. She didn't understand this kind of emotion, but she was very sad in her heart. Just now, she believed Mingse's words, but she still let Jun Yao take her home. She didn't want to do something like her, the little tiger didn't even think about it. She looked at Jun Yao and thought that she once belonged to other little tigers, as if many claws stretched out sharp nails, digging her heart.

    Tears fell, Xiao Yuan hugged Jun Yao tighter, endured the sadness, and whispered: "In the future, it is not allowed." In the future, there can only be her, not Let's raise another little tiger.

    This was an expected answer, but when she heard it, Jun Yao was still happy and distressed. She comforted Xiao Yuan, just assuming, not true.

    Xiao Yuan was quickly comforted. It was just after this change that at night, she refused to go to sleep in her den, curled up on the couch, and wanted to be with Jun Yao.

    This is a trivial matter, and Jun Yao naturally allows her.

    The little tiger hugged her blanket and leaned against Junyao tightly. When she fell asleep, she also put a paw on Junyao's left arm, as if like this, She can feel at ease.

    Jun Yao takes care of the little tiger, she does not need to sleep, and often closes her eyes to practice at night, but tonight, she suddenly remembered something very long ago.

    Speaking carefully, she has never raised Ming Se, the road is lonely, and she is cold by nature.

    Mincer often interacts with her, and this is only because, before Mingcer opens up his wisdom, the rabbit hole is made under her tree.

    The author has something to say:

    The little tiger complained: "You think of that bad rabbit while I'm asleep."