In the silent sycamore courtyard, the young man who looked like an ice sculpture and snow masonry stood in the empty corridor, raised his head slightly, and his eyes drifted to the top of the huge sycamore tree in the courtyard. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Now, seeing that it is a warm spring time outside, the huge tree has not even sprouted a single bud.

He walked slowly into the courtyard, reached out and stroked the rough bark of the plane tree, feeling the decaying vitality inside. His thoughts flew wild, and his eyes turned red unconsciously.

"After being with me for so many years, now, do you feel it?"

He muttered, pressing his delicate cheek against the brown bark, "Are you going to go too?"

The answer to him was the plane tree, which fell to the ground with a "pop", a thin, dead branch.

In this small courtyard that has never changed, only this plane tree is still growing according to the changes of the four seasons in the outside world.

But now, this year, to this day, maybe it is sensing the exhaustion of the young man's spiritual power, or maybe it is sensing the decay of the man in the coffin in the house, and it has also come to an end.

In the thick trunk of the tree, there is not bubbling vitality, but a continuous green that decays little by little every day. The little sparrow in the yard, which repeated the action day after day, flew up to the branch, but before its two paws could grasp the dead branch under its feet, the branch that was enough to support it had already "snapped", overwhelmed, and broke to the ground.

At this moment, the instinct to survive overrode everything, and the little sparrow let out a panicked "chirp", fluttered its wings quickly, and flew higher again, standing on a thicker branch.

It flapped its wings with palpitations and combed with its little beak, and this time, the branches under its feet were steady and in no danger.

The boy looked up in horror at the sparrow's trajectory.

They were trapped in this small courtyard, dragged by him in the cracks of time, and they should have repeated the action day after day. And today, it is obviously out of his control.

He trembled and spread out his palms as white as jade, his fingers trembled slightly, and every inch of trembling arc was telling him: time is running out...... Time is running out...... Time is running out!

He quickly left the plane tree and entered the main hall. The middle-aged man in the coffin was still lying quietly, his eyebrows were calm, and there was no change in the slightest.

However, the boy knew that it was not like this.

He reached out and lifted the sleeve of the snow-white middle coat, which was supposed to be as smooth as jade, but at this moment it was already a faint blue-gray, filled with an ominous dead air, and when he touched it, it felt cold and stiff to the touch, like an old corpse that had been dead for a long time.

He rolled up the sleeve inch by inch, and found that the gray dead air had spread to the man's shoulder. Looking at his bare instep, it has also begun to show some pale cyan marks.

He clenched the fabric in his hand suddenly, and his expression slowly calmed down, except for a pair of eyes that sparkled and scorched, with desperate despair and madness.

"Father-in-law, don't worry, Mingjue will definitely bring you back to life. I've waited so long, so long...... Do you feel it? There are more and more mountain spirits and water monsters in the imperial capital. You smell that the air is not only free from the mountains, but also from the salty smell of the sea breeze...... They all want to wait here until the emperor ......."

He lowered his rolled sleeves inch by inch, rubbing the soft-touch fabric: "But no." ”

He looked at the middle-aged man who was sleeping quietly with an attached gaze.

"If they get the Emperor Slurry, they will live a little longer, and if you don't have it, you won't even be able to survive. ”

"Anyway. Even if I go against what you taught, I will definitely get it. ”

He said firmly, and his ears seemed to remember the once warm whisper: "Mingjue, Mingjue......"

With a sour nose, the young man lay on the middle-aged man, and finally couldn't help but cry, tearing his heart and lungs, and breaking people's intestines.

"Father, forgive me, forgive me!"

All the various attempts he made to bring his father-in-law back to life, and everyone he directly or indirectly harmed, were the most disgusting sins of his father-in-law before.

But no, he only has this one father.

"Anyway, anyway......"

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Because of He Qing's unscrupulousness and carelessness when he spoke last time, Lu Shaodan and Yu Dandan were quite annoyed, although they didn't do anything to her, but in the past two days, He Qing had to be more considerate and careful to please the two.

The weather is getting warmer and warmer, Yu Dandan had a whim, and wanted to go to a pot of crayfish at night, although it was discussed with Lu Shaodan and the two, but He Qing's golden finger cheekiness was used at this moment!

In short, no matter what the result was, she finally persuaded the two to bring their solitary self with her.

However, the fly in the ointment is that the crayfish at the school gate usually sell quickly and well, and you must occupy a seat in advance. And in the evening, it happened that someone checked the housekeeping, and the dormitory had to be cleaned up somewhat.

Therefore, this kind of place of labor is naturally He Qing's responsibility.

After all, she always has some special little means to use in this kind of place, and she doesn't know how easy it is.

By the time the inspectors left, it was already seven o'clock. The night breeze was cool and cool, He Qing was not worried about the thin spring shirt that Dandan wore during the day, and took the knitted cardigan she had bought online before in her hand.

This knitted cardigan is not thin, because it is woven with thick threads, it can block the wind and cold, and it is also cheap to grab on the Dandan Internet.

The only fly in the ointment is its hem, which leaks after wearing it twice. I don't know how to weave it, but I can always pull out a long strip if I am not careful. Whether it's knotted or lighter-burned, it doesn't seem to work.

He Qing remembered that Yu Dandan also joked that he had watched a Korean drama, and the heroine was wearing a knitted red skirt. As a result, the thread of the red skirt was exposed, and the male protagonist picked it up and wrapped it in his hand, round and round, round and round, the thread ball became bigger and bigger, but the heroine's red skirt became shorter and shorter, and finally it was almost gone...... She didn't want to run into that.

He Qing was holding the clothes in his hand at the moment, this kind of sewing and mending thing, the three of them couldn't do it. She thought about it, and on the way back, there was a tailor's shop that changed clothes, so that the family could find a way to deal with it, not only to repair the clothes for Yu Dandan, but also to brush the favorability, it was just a double win, it was just suitable!

She nodded to herself, praising her cleverness and wit.

Song of Thorns says

The second more is sent, no. Every time I save a little during the day, something will be delayed at night, what's wrong with me, can't I have inventory by nature? Whether it's saving money or saving manuscripts......