Yu Chubei looked at the two little things on his legs, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was soothing and calm. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand to pinch the faces of the two little things: "Don't leave, stay for a while." He grew taller again, so he could see growth.

"That's great, mom, we've fed the little fish very well."

Gu Che hurriedly took credit: "We took good care of the flowers on the balcony."

"Yeah?"

Yu Chubei was pulled by two little things to "appreciate" their "masterpieces" during this period.

Aunt Wu and Bao Lanhui followed, telling Mrs. Gu from time to time the interesting stories of the two young masters during this period.

Yu Chubei returned to the two of them again. Although there were people cleaning the bedroom regularly, she still maintained the way she was when she left. Even the book that Gu Junzhi had not closed was opened and opened on that page and buckled on the bedside table like when he left.

Yu Chubei walked to the window, put his palm on the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the sky not far away with a smile, with a very soft voice: "Junzhi, I'm back to see you, although it's a little late." I guess... I'm not happy to know that I'm just thinking of him now.

Although I didn't think I miss him before.

However, now when he returned to his place, he really felt that Gu Junzhi was fighting with Yi Ying in his mind, just like who was the person she thought most at this time...

...

Today's supper was very hearty.

Gu Linzhen didn't shut up at the dinner table. The words he could say increased significantly, and he was a little bit silly. He liked to learn to talk repeatedly for a question, regardless of whether he could say it clearly or not.

Yu Chubei was just approached by his new words, and often he needed Bao Lanhui to translate it in the middle.

But the three children did quickly fill the gap that Gu Junzhi didn't need her now.

She was not polite either. She went to see Gu Junzhi in the morning. Gu Junzhi did not see him, or he ignored him when he saw him, and she did not have a stand to disturb his life.

Intuition is certain, Yu Chubei feels that if she goes there too much, Mr. Gu will be disgusted with him.

"Mom, after dinner, we'll go to the night run."

"good."

...

The old house on Chengnan Street is still very quiet. Even with the modern Zhao Ming equipment, the lanterns in the corridor emit an orange light.

The people who maintain the operation of this old house start to move into the owner again in this house, as if they have learned to be invisible, silent.

The evening breeze blew gently through this house, as if the streets after a curfew were quiet, without anything but a sound.

In the pavilion on the hill, Gu Junzhi lay on the lounge chair with his eyes closed, as if the moonlight was the light here, shining on him alone.

Gu Junzhi was nourishing his spirit, but his companion body was not very stable since last time. Several times he reached the end, and the river was filled with a rolling impact.

He needs absolute silence to watch over the changes this time.

As for the woman outside, she has little to do with him.

On the green grassland, the boy in white walked forward along the river again with his uneasy instinct.

The boy in black followed soon.

The boy in white glanced at him.

The latter followed slowly.

The surroundings are as bright as day, and there is no unnecessary sound except for the rushing river of blood and the whispering sounds that seem to be serrated by the glass in the river of blood.

The boy in black walked through this increasingly uneven river, watching the darker and darker river water, and the malice that almost turned into substance to rush out to grab his ankles, he felt more and more that this place was different from the river's undercurrent, becoming gloomy and cold.

Is it the impact of the last vibration of the upper body, or is it the sea of ​​consciousness that doesn't want to suppress it, or is it that Chubei did something to loosen this territory?

The two walked for a long time. They were so long that they didn't know if the night and day here had ever changed. They stopped at the place where the river originated.

The boy in black looked up at the mountain range that could not be measured in height, stretching thousands of miles, and the gloomy chill here almost penetrated the surface of his body and was about to drill into his bones.

The boy in white always looked worried, it seemed that this was not because of emotional fluctuations, but because of the looseness of his body.

It is the relaxation of the main consciousness and inattention that leads to his desire to move, and it is not the change of this broken-out "self".

This... can be said to be a good phenomenon, or it can be said... not.

The mountain does not crack, and the suppressed pain inside will always exist, but if it opens... it doesn't mean that this must be their world, nor is it the world of splitting people in the mountain that has been confronted with them for so many years.

The boy in white stood at the foot of this mountain with no end, as small as a grass on the endless grassland, which could collapse with any subversion.

The boy in black also stood quietly. If it was not an external intervention or an internal peeling, none of them could do anything and could only wait for him to come out.

"The Lord's consciousness feels that he can win..."

It's too confident.

No one speaks or answers, this sentence has no beginning and no end.

Facing darkness is either collapse or integrating consciousness in the body. Just as all changes have a price, hunting or facing this split body is definitely not just about change.

The boy in black suddenly spoke: "Tell her something for me."

The boy in white looked at him.

"This mountain is completely cracked, it shouldn't be far away, and foreign aid is always needed."

The boy in white thought of that woman and was calm inside. He didn't think that the other party could play a decisive role. After all, it seemed to be broken last time because of the other party. It can be said that the number of five or five may not even be a good influence.

It may not be completely bad. The boy in black thought that she might face...even she would face... the golden sand around him also became restless and moved not far away-

The boy in white looked at him instantly.

The golden sand around the boy in black stopped in an instant, as if nothing had happened: "Tell her that no matter what happened, I must endure it."

The boy in white looked away from him thoughtfully: "Yes."

...

"What did he say?" Yu Chubei stood on the steps of the old house and looked at the familiar and strange person in front of him.

It was too strange. When he changed his personality and did not allow others to approach, Yu Chubei did not dare to say that she had known him. He was as high as everyone was lying at his feet. If you ask more questions, you must consider it and not desecrate his existence.

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I didn't complete the task in the morning and I'm still outside now.

Let's make an appointment tomorrow, fourth update, fourth update. Remember, remember.

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Chapter completed!