Every world is full of ghosts and monsters begging for hugs

Such lively commotion outside naturally woke up the sleeping people.

In the house decorated with red begonias, the unpleasant medicinal smell permeated the room. However, as the windows were opened and the night breeze rushed in, the smell in the house dissipated a lot.

The old man slowly opened his eyes and saw the figure in red clothes and white hair standing in front of the window.

He is still so young, just like when we first met him.

But now he is dying, and the loess is buried up to his neck.

Mr. Wen coughed a few times and asked, "What happened outside?"

"I don't know." Mr. Su took out a begonia from the vase. He walked slowly to the bedside and sat down on the chair. He poked the red petals with his fingertips like a fun game. He smiled casually. : "Maybe he's dead."

Mr. Wen's eyes flickered, "It's begun."

Mr. Su held the flower and smiled, saying nothing, but people who have known each other for nearly a hundred years can understand the profound meaning of each other's actions.

Mr. Wen struggled to support his body and sat on the bedside. His clear eyes looked at the person in front of him quietly for a long time, "I may not be able to hold on for a long time."

"I know." Mr. Su turned his face slightly and raised the corners of his lips, "But it's not enough for me now, Xiaoxiao, I need you to hold on for a little longer."

Xiao, this is the name of Second Master Wen. His full name is Wen Xiao, but he has no children and does not move around frequently with other relatives. The younger generation no longer knows his name.

Mr. Su stretched out his hand and lifted up his sleeves, as if he was sharing his pride with his friends, "Look, my flesh and blood is no longer falling down, Xiaoxiao, your persistence is useful, so even if the medicine No matter how painful it is, no matter how painful your body is, you have to prolong this breath for me."

Mr. Wen knew that he owed him, otherwise he would not be dragging his dilapidated body to this day after the death of his wife.

His eyes were attracted by the begonia branch in the young man's hand, and he finally couldn't help but spit out the words in his throat, "Yao Yao shouldn't have come here, please let her go."

The fingers that were playing with the petals stopped. Mr. Su tilted his head. His eyes covered by Bai Ling seemed to be staring blankly at the old man who was talking. He didn't understand why the old man asked this question, "Yao Yao said she likes me. I I want her to be my bride."

Mr. Wen lost his voice and said, "She can't do it."

"Why not?" Mr. Su couldn't understand. "You can marry a wife, take her for a walk in the mountains, pick begonias, and give her trinkets picked up from the mountains. Of course I can too."

Second Master Wen suddenly became a little excited, "You just treat these as a game."

He finally realized what the sense of disobedience was when he heard Bai Yao say that Mr. Su took her to pick begonias.

Everything Mr. Su did was just imitating what Mr. Wen did to his wife back then. Bai Yao was like a chess piece in Mr. Su's game, maybe because of boredom, maybe because she wanted to have more existence. The possibility of living in this world, in short, has absolutely nothing to do with "emotions".

But Mr. Su didn't understand why Mr. Wen was so excited. He always looked at the old man lying on the hospital bed with an innocent and well-behaved expression. What he didn't understand even more was that Mr. Wen clearly knew that he was not going to die soon and should let himself be calm. It's better to just lie down, but why is he so excited?

Mr. Su was a little lost. He accidentally increased the strength in his hand and pulled off a blooming flower. Then when he came back to his senses, he found that the flower in his hand had been destroyed by him and was no longer as beautiful as it was at the beginning.

He let go of his hand and let the flower branches fall to the ground, stained with dust, "It's so boring."

The next moment, he raised his face to "look" out of the window, stood up, trampled the flower branches to pieces, walked briskly to the window, and said in surprise: "Yao Yao is home."

Seeing the figure in red disappearing in the dark room, Mr. Wen lay weakly back on the bed, his eyes dim and dull.

Zhou Xu sent Bai Yao to the yard and then left. He always remembered Wen Jiujiu and wanted to see her, but he was afraid of upsetting the rest of the Wen family, so he could only endure it, so he wanted to go see his dead father. Wen Tingzhi had just walked outside Wen Tingzhi's room when he saw a familiar figure.

Wen Jiujiu knocked on Wen Tingzhi's door. After a while, the door opened. Wen Tingzhi stretched out his hand and pulled Wen Jiujiu into the room. The door was then closed.

Zhou Xu was stunned for a while, but he didn't think much about it. Wen Jiujiu was so kind. Even though the relationship between their elders was not good, she was definitely afraid that Wen Tingzhi would feel uncomfortable, so she came to talk to him.

When the wind blew, a few fallen leaves fell on Zhou Xu's head.

He brushed the green leaves away and entered his room.

Bai Yao also entered the room not long ago. As soon as she took off her coat, there was another knock on the window.

Now she was very familiar with this sound. She quickly walked over and opened the window. Sure enough, the white-haired man outside pursed his lips and smiled softly, "Yao Yao."

"Have you not rested yet?"

Bai Yao stretched out her hand to touch his hair. He consciously bent down and lowered his body to facilitate her touch. At the same time, his hands rested on the window sill, like two claws on each other.

He raised the corners of his lips comfortably and said in a soft voice, "I miss Yaoyao and can't sleep."

His mouth is getting sweeter and sweeter.

She wanted to see if he had secretly eaten her candy again.

"Yao Yao, kiss me." He raised his face, his lips were slightly parted, and in the cold night, the heat was faintly visible, "Come in, take me in your mouth."

Bai Yao was so seduced that she held his face with her hands. She didn't know whether it was because of him or because of her wish. She leaned forward, passed through the window, and kissed him, and then followed the hot air. , holding the tip of his tongue.

Maybe he felt a little itchy, and he chuckled from time to time, and occasionally a gentle hum came from his throat, which was like the snoring of a small animal.

His hair is very soft and the skin on his face is soft to the touch. I wonder how comfortable it would be to sleep with him in my arms.

He chuckled and said vaguely: "That's what I want, Yaoyao, I want to be held by you to sleep."

Bai Yao stepped back slightly and rubbed the extra flesh on his face, "Do you know what it means for a man and a woman to sleep together?"

"I know." He put his hand on her belly and moved it down slightly. Through the thin fabric of the skirt, he could feel the soft flesh on her belly.

He said: "This is where my little cubs will be put down."

Bai Yao was stunned.

His face is pure and innocent, his temperament is innocent and uncontaminated by the world, but his words that occasionally come out are full of wildness and are too straightforward.

She didn't answer.

So, he anxiously grabbed her hand and put it against his face, "Yao Yao, aren't you willing to have a baby with me?"

Bai Yao swallowed, her body felt hot for no reason, "How about... let's try it first?"