Every world is full of ghosts and monsters begging for hugs

Of course, there were survivors of this fire.

A girl of four or five years old covered her burned face and huddled in a corner, crying in despair. She was too young to understand what was happening. She only knew that her parents were gone and there was fire everywhere. All of this made her instinctively afraid.

And after the men with guns were torn apart in a moment, the girl was shaking all over.

Watching the shadow slowly approaching her, the girl asked tremblingly: "Who are you?"

The black figure tilted his head, "I am the general."

The girl cried and said, "No, you look like a child, not a general at all!"

The figure was silent for a while, as if he was thinking. Slowly, his figure became taller, like a sapling that has been nourished by rain and fog and has become a tall pine or cypress.

But in a short period of time, he had grown into a young man, holding a knife in his hand, with his hair moving slightly, just like the great general in the story.

The tightly closed door opened a crack, and the girl ran to the door and couldn't help looking back.

The black figure in the firelight, lying in a pool of blood, standing on a pile of corpses, motionless and lonely, hot and cold.

The girl thought, the great general in the story really appeared!

But when she escaped from the fire and looked back, the theater had disappeared into the fog.

Many people in the village tried to find the theater where the treasure was hidden, but in the end they found nothing. As the years went by, the outside world changed, but Zhaojiawan seemed to have stopped in time and remained the same as it was many years ago.

When her grandson told her that he had gone into an abandoned building to play, she was already old and gray-haired.

The old man asked in disbelief: "The building you entered...is it the one over there?"

The old woman, like everyone else, could not see the so-called theater building. The direction she pointed to was just what she remembered. However, in her eyes, there was only air, but in the eyes of the innocent child, an old wooden building emerged.

The boy nodded, "Yes, it's the building over there."

The old man looked into the distance and did not come back to his senses for a long time.

In a certain year and month, several outsiders stepped into the hot spring villa, and a young and beautiful woman asked her, "What is that wooden building outside the window?"

The old man stared at the woman for a long time, calmed down the waves in his heart, and then looked at the young man beside the woman. She suddenly understood something.

Only the lucky ones who are strangely accepted can step into the theater that has been noisy for half a century.

For Fansui, Bai Yao means much more than just being "accepted".

He had long forgotten who his parents were and what his relatives looked like. During the long years he was alone, it became increasingly difficult for him to react to people and events in the outside world. It was Bai Yao who made him understand what joy, anger, sorrow and happiness were, and it was she who made him realize that he was also qualified to have a unique preference.

Everything he has is because of Bai Yao and exists because of her.

As for the days when he was abandoned by his family and imprisoned in a small wooden box, he could no longer remember them.

"I'm sorry..." Fan Sui took a long time to muster up his courage, raised his head from her body, looked at her with misty eyes, and forced himself to speak with difficulty, "I lied to you."

Bai Yao touched his pale and cold face, "What did you lie to me about?"

"I... I'm not the general..." It was more painful for Fan Su to admit this than to die again.

He was deceived by the years and mistakenly believed that he was the great general in the story who was respected by everyone. During the days of self-deception, he held a sword and sat alone on the wall, watching the sunrise and moonset, counting the flying birds, and studying the differences in each fallen leaf. As time passed, he firmly believed that he was the great general.

But when he returned to the village again, the repressed past gradually surfaced, and the facts revealed the illusion he had thought himself to be. He was not the great general in the story, could not go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, and was not worthy of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

He deceived Bai Yao and betrayed her trust. He was not someone worthy of her love.

Bai Yao looked at him tenderly, and gently stroked his cheek with her hand with the intimacy between lovers, making him feel particularly comfortable.

Fan Su felt that every time he was greedy, it was just temporary luck.

Bai Yao suddenly smiled, with a gleam in her eyes, "What are you struggling with? Of course you are a great general. Have you forgotten? That day in the basement, you showed up in time to save me."

Fansui looked dazed.

Bai Yao raised her face and kissed the corner of his lips, "You are already a princess, how can you not be a general?"

He blinked in ignorance, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the small shadow under his eyes moved slightly, looking so pitiful and adorable.

Bai Yao knew very well that Fan Su had been hiding himself under the skin of a general over the years in order to suppress the loneliness that the ruthless years had brought upon him.

And now that he admitted in front of her that he was not a great general, it was tantamount to tearing off the skin that protected him and exposing his most vulnerable flesh and blood in front of her.

Bai Yao didn't even need to use a weapon to easily torture him even though he was already covered in wounds.

But Bai Yao never thought of hurting him.

Fan Su didn't know why, but his eyes were hot and his body seemed to come alive. Blood was rushing through his veins, like a puppy. He wished he could show her his softest belly so that she could touch it.

Bai Yao opened her arms towards him.

The boy sniffed and leaned down to be hugged by her. He curled his tall body against hers desperately, using his hands and feet to stick as much of himself as possible to her.

"Yaoyao..." His voice was a little choked, so it didn't sound very natural.

Bai Yao touched the top of his head, "I'm here."

“Yaoyao…Yaoyao…” He called her name unfamiliarly instead of the so-called Princess. After calling her several times, he began to kiss her ears, then her cheeks, and then her lips, “Yaoyaoyaoyaoyaoyaoyaoyaoyao…”

As if he was a newborn baby, he uttered the same repetitive syllables again and again, wishing he could engrave them into the soul.

Bai Yao was almost brainwashed by her own name. She had no choice but to hold his face and gently bite him to interrupt his chattering, "What do you want to eat when you get home?"

She asked him:

"Strawberry Cake?"

"Sweet and sour pork ribs?"

"Crushed ice?"

The young man pursed his slightly trembling lips, his misty eyes were already blurred, but he was still trying hard to look at her. The ripples of a spring pond in his eyes also disturbed Bai Yao's emotions in her heart.

She gave up and sighed, "Okay, okay, I want them all!"

The boy's eyes lit up, and the sky cleared up in an instant. He buried his face in her shoulder. He couldn't help it. His Adam's apple rolled, his chest vibrated, and a clear laugh overflowed from his lips.

Bai Yao felt as if she had caught a cloud.

This dry and boring summer with the noisy cicadas suddenly became a lot cooler.

"Yao Yao."

"Ok?"

"You'll always love me, right?"

"Of course, I will always love you, now and in the future."

The boy touched her hand and interlocked their fingers, "Then we will be together in this life, the next life, and the next life..."

Bai Yao held his hand and said with a brisk smile: "Okay."