Original God, looking for the heart

"Dong dong dong" came a regular knock on the door.

"They must be here to take shelter from the rain." Mo Bei quickly stood up and opened the door.

The one who came in to take shelter from the rain was also a young man. He was wearing a kimono. The purple and white colors on the kimono contrasted with each other, making him look dignified and elegant. A golden feather hung on his chest, and a long translucent gauze was draped on his head. The young man's eyes are as clear and pure as purple gems, and the eye shadow drawn with cinnabar is outlined at the end of the young man's eyes. When pure, there is a hint of seductiveness.

"Hello," the young man asked cautiously, "Can I come in to take shelter from the rain?"

Mo Bei was stunned. Is he an angel? !

"Yes, of course!"

After receiving permission, the young man placed the bamboo basket containing the crystallized bone marrow outside the house and entered the house gently. The two exchanged a few words, and then the cold room had a glimmer of hope.

"So, where is your family?" the young man asked with concern. Mo Bei was stunned. He shrank subconsciously: "I... didn't..." Mo Bei's heart was in a mess. Everyone around him in his past life and this life...

The air became heavy and heavy, making it difficult to breathe.

The young man realized something was wrong and quickly apologized to him: "I'm sorry..." Seeing that Mo Bei didn't move, the young man hugged him.

"Huh?..." Mo Bei felt himself being wrapped in softness, and he subconsciously leaned into the boy's arms.

"Niyu told me that you can hug me when you are unhappy. So, please don't be sad."

Fortunately, Mo Bei calmed down quickly and said, "I forgot you were caught in the rain. You must be very cold. I'm going to burn firewood." After that, a pile of flames rose up due to the child's actions.

The two of them were sitting by the fire. Mo Bei looked at the young man beside him. He picked up the forget-me-nots he picked in the afternoon and wove a garland with a few twigs. The young man just looked at him quietly.

"That's what my father taught me as a kid."

Mo Bei stood up and wanted to put the wreath on the other person's head. The young man lowered his head and put the garland on firmly. The small blue forget-me-nots accentuate the boy's beauty.

"Thank you, it's a great gift." The young man stood up and smiled, which was as refreshing as the spring breeze.

Mo Bei raised his head and looked up at the young man blankly. In a daze, he seemed to actually see the angel coming out of the scroll.

"Since the angel is willing to come to see me, then I, then I must...must be forgiven..." Mo Bei thought, bitterness and longing lingering in his heart. At that moment, he seemed to have thought of a lot. It all boils down to one thing: redemption.

Yes, he longs for redemption. Just like a struggling drowning man, he sees a straw hanging on the water as hope.

Even with tears still in his eyes, Mo Bei still smiled like a child. He asked the boy's name.

"What's your name? Everyone calls me Qingqi Zhe." Qingqi Zhe didn't forget to squat down and wipe away Mo Bei's tears.

"What a nice name! My name is Mo Bei," Mo Bei rubbed his eyes, "Since we have exchanged names, can I be your friend?"

"Friends?" Qingqi was a little confused. Niyu had never mentioned the word "friends" to him. "What is that?"

Qinqi's doubts did not dampen Mo Bei's enthusiasm: "It means we have a good relationship, but not as close as family members. If possible, I think you are my first friend!"

As if not wanting to extinguish Mo Bei's enthusiasm, Qingqi Zhe smiled and agreed to him. Mo Bei was so excited that he almost jumped up!

Seeing how excited Mo Bei was, Qinqi took out a flute from his waist and said, "Your first friend wants to play a song for you." He closed his eyes and played the flute. The sound of the flute is melodious, as soft as silk, gently passing through the fingertips.

Mo Bei's eyes shone: "Flute? I can also play a little bit.

Under eyes full of expectation, the flute was handed over to Mo Bei.

The child carefully took the flute and wiped it gently with the corner of his clothes.

There are many cicadas chirping in summer, and walking on tar sand is no exception. The little guys hidden in the leaves became happy when they saw that the sweltering heat before the rain finally dissipated. They flap their wings and chirp happily. And this reminded Mo Bei of the scene when his father took him to explore the bamboo forest behind the house at night. My father always liked to play the flute in the bamboo forest at night, and he always liked to play that song.

"Forest Rhapsody." Mo Bei raised his head, "Qingqi, can you allow me to play my own music?"

"Of course." Qingqi held up the side of his face with one hand and waited quietly.

When the first sound was played, the admirers discovered that this piece of music was different. A normal flute sound is melodious, and the pitch will not differ too much. And when the child plays in front of you, his tone will be more pleasant. The admirer thought of the birds chirping in the morning, so joyful and free. So, are all human children like this?

Mo Bei suddenly became nervous when he saw Qingqi Zhe staring at him. So much so that he accidentally played a wrong note.

The curious person: "What's wrong?"

"No, it's okay, it's nothing." Mo Bei simply wiped the flute clean and returned it to the admirer, "I don't know if this piece of music is to your liking."

"It's a piece of music I've never heard before. It's very nice, I like it."

"Hmm," Mo Bei noticed that the rain outside the window had stopped. Although he was very reluctant to leave, he also knew that Qingqi Zhe still had things of his own to complete, "Qingqi Zhe, the rain has stopped. You can go back Home."

"It really stopped." Qingqi walked to the door and picked up the bamboo basket, then looked back at Mo Bei. The child's sky-blue pupils are so pure, and he is feeling happy at this moment because he can go home. But Qingqi also saw that the child felt lonely because of his departure.

He has no family, just like his previous self.

A young bird that has lost the protection of its parents, how lonely it is.

He wanted to help him, just like Katsuragi and Niwa. You are a doll, so there is no harm in being a little more.

Qingqi Zhe squatted down and rubbed Mo Bei's head: "I will come to you again."

Mo Bei happily responded: "Then I'll wait for you here."

At the end, Qingqi, carrying a bamboo basket on his back, gradually disappeared in the mist that had not yet dissipated. Mo Bei stared blankly in the direction where Qingqi Zhe left, thinking of the mysterious fairy spirit.

"Is he really an angel?"

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