Ruyi hesitated for a moment and blurted out: "Xiaoxiao..."
Is she... calling herself?
Long Zu was startled for a moment, then opened his mouth and responded: "Hey!"
The feelings that Ruyi had been struggling to hold back for more than two months suddenly came out in an instant.
She turned around and ran towards him, opened her hands, and hugged the man sitting on the small wooden stool tightly in her arms.
His shoulders were stiff, and he didn't know what to do with this sudden hug. He struggled slightly.
Ruyi cried immediately: "Don't... don't move... please don't move... I know you are not him... just don't move... just like this... just let me hug you... just for a moment...
..." She was almost begging.
Her chest was violently bullied, and her raised face could not stop the tears from flowing down.
Long Zu suddenly felt sad. It was not sympathy, but sadness. He opened his arms and hugged her.
That kind of warmth is exactly the same as Qin Xiao's embrace.
Ruyi cried silently, but the tears never stopped.
I don’t know how long the two of them had been hugging each other in such an awkward posture. She suddenly broke away from him, said sorry, and rushed back to the house.
Only Long Zu was left in the courtyard to deal with the turbulent and chaotic mood in his heart.
Longzu lowered his head and looked at the two wooden basins containing clothes, and said: "We are the only ones left. I can't let you lie in the basins like this forever..."
He showed a little strength, raised his hand, and the washed clothes floated up in the basin, spinning themselves, squeezing out the water, and then flying one by one to the rope used to dry clothes in the courtyard.
superior.
"cough."
There was a soft coughing sound from behind.
Long Zu turned his head and looked at Sumiao staring at him with a solemn expression.
"Since everyone can't sleep, let's go for a walk by the water." Sumiao said.
The two grown men walked side by side on the trestle. Long Zu did not explain or defend himself. His behavior of hanging clothes was already seen by Sumiao, and the fact that he was not a mortal was equivalent to being exposed.
"Did you remember what happened before?" Sumiao stopped.
The shadows of the two people were cast on the calm water. Occasionally, a mayfly parted the water and swam across, shattering the complete reflection.
"No." Long Zu didn't intend to lie.
Sumiao nodded and said: "Sometimes, forgetting is a blessing. If you forget, you will not be worried, miss, or suffer."
"But I want to remember."
Sumiao said: "Then let me tell you a story, a story about my master Ruyi and 'that person'."
Sumiao told Longzu everything he knew.
Long Zu's hands were tightly clasped on the wooden railing of the plank road, and his fingertips were turning white from the exertion. He had almost acquiesced in Long Zu's identity.
After Sumiao finished speaking, he added: "My master is very kind-hearted. If there was no way out, she would definitely not become a monster. Even if she is working under Su Yi, the painted-skinned ghost, she still has her own ideas.
.She probably still wants to use her familiarity with the demon army to help 'that person' at the most critical moment."
"In these years, I have been by my master's side through all the ups and downs. Even if I can't understand all of her thoughts, I still know a few things about her."
Sumiao leaned over and leaned on the wooden railing, so that she could clearly see Longzu's side face.