Original God, looking for the heart

Wherever there are birds, there will always be their cheerful chirping in the early morning. One sound after another, high and low, one after another. Maybe he was too tired, and Mo Bei wanted more rest. He pulled the blanket around him dissatisfied, buried his head in his arms, and made a dissatisfied groan.

"It's so noisy..." The fluffy touch from the blanket seemed to stick to him. Mo Bei just wanted to get into a deeper and quieter place and continue to sleep in this warm place.

No, he didn't put a blanket on him last night. Holding the blanket in his arms, Mo Bei stood up in a panic and nervously turned his eyes towards the stragglers. The collision between blue eyes and purple eyes made both of them stunned for a moment.

The skirmisher even forgot his original thought: "As my attendant, you can't even serve your master. It's really disappointing." The skirmisher waved his hand and signaled Mo Bei to go out.

Although there was residual warmth from the blanket, Mo Bei was unusually awake at the moment. Maybe he still wanted to be shameless, but Olivia's words lingered in his ears, don't try to change the adult's mind.

He drooped his head, hugged the blanket and left. Then he found Olivia.

"How was your first night with the adults?"

"I...I seem to have messed up..." Mo Bei's voice was as low as a mosquito. He didn't dare to live up to Olivia's expectations of him.

The head maid also felt nervous after hearing this: "What? Why did you make Master Skirmisher unhappy?"

In fact, Mo Bei also felt aggrieved: "I sat with him at the table last night to correct documents, but it was too late and I was sleepy, so I fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already morning."

In fact, Mo Bei may not be blamed for this. In Olivia's opinion, he is not that mature. The need to sleep at night is also a normal need for a person: "What did Mr. Skirmisher say to you?"

Like a child who made a mistake, Mo Bei lowered his head and told the stragglers to let him out.

"Any more?"

"Gone."

"What about this blanket?"

"I don't know...maybe it was given to me by a skirmisher?"

There's drama! It's totally possible for them! You know, no one who angers Lord Skirmisher can come out intact. Since the person in front of me can come out alive and kicking, and still holding the blanket given by the adults...then the adults must pay great attention to him! Let him leave the room, presumably to let him rest.

Oops, my lord is so reserved. Then you might as well give some advice and let the person in front of you take the initiative.

"Since the adult said you shouldn't sleep with him, wouldn't it be good to let the adult rest with you?"

"But didn't you just say, "Don't try to change adults' minds?" "

"Others may not be able to do it, but you can. Do you think that as long as you change your approach, you can get adults to follow your ideas? Who can't sleep when they are sleepy?"

"Olivia! You are such a genius! I'm going to try it tonight!"

"Then, I wish you success." Olivia looked calm, but actually her heart was turbulent. It took a lot of effort to swallow the words "Don't forget my wedding candy then".

Mo Bei was extremely happy after receiving the "pointers", but he never thought that he would encounter a skirmisher when he turned the corner.

"Adults don't like frivolousness." Mo Bei always kept Olivia's reminder in mind. He suppressed his emotions and appeared steady.

The skirmishers didn't want to take a second look at him and passed him by.

--night--

It's still time for the stragglers to correct documents.

Mo Bei used the fire element to heat up a glass of milk. It's warm and suitable for sleeping. With this, can the skirmishers relax a little? He even suspected that his bad temper was only apparent because he stayed up late.

"Lord Skirmisher, you've been working hard at night, why not relax with a glass of milk?"

"Dolls don't need rest."

"But it doesn't hurt to rest." Mo Bei handed the milk to the skirmisher, "How about, let me tell you a story."

This aroused the interest of Skirmisher: "You think I am someone who likes to listen to stories? That's fine. I hope your taste will not disappoint me."

"A long, long time ago, there was a kingdom and a princess lived in the castle. The princess was kind-hearted, and even birds liked to land on her fingertips."

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This is the story Mo Bei shared with those who admired him in the starry sky and evening breeze. At that time, they were as pure as a blank sheet of paper, enjoying the happiness brought by the simplest life.

While telling the story, there are always many images emerging. It's a bit sad...when did you become so sentimental?

"It's boring. Can't you stand this level?" The skirmisher snorted, "In exchange, you might as well listen to me again."

Skirmisher story? Mo Bei was looking forward to it: "Sir, please speak."

The skirmisher stood up and walked to the window. This is a story he heard when he was wandering the world. (Note: Private setting. This is a story I heard accidentally. The skirmishers did not encounter any sick children during this period.)

"There was a doll soldier. His wish was to be with the dancing doll forever. But he had no heart and didn't know why he had such feelings. Until one day, his master abandoned him and threw him away in the fireplace.

The soldier kept looking at the doll in the flames.

The next day, a tiny "heart" was found among the ashes of the fireplace.

However, this is just fantasy. In the ashes, nothing was left. "

What does this mean...self-deprecating? Ridiculing him as a heartless doll? Mo Bei knew that Qingqi had always wanted to have a "heart".

He embraced the skirmisher from behind without saying a word.

Warmth came from his back, and the soldier could even feel his steady heartbeat.

Skirmishers always tend to think of that child. Children are always prone to sleepiness on warm afternoons. He would sleep with his children. Holding this innocent little life in his arms, Shan soldiers could feel the child's breath.

His chest was warm. Children like to hold things while sleeping. Their chests could be pressed together. Skirmishers can feel their heartbeats. Gradually, he regarded this as his own heartbeat.

A heartbeat that beats at the same frequency as the child.

"It's agreed, family forever!"

"..." The skirmisher wanted to resist. But, he couldn't do it.

"Don't you think it's rude to just hold me like this?"

Mo Bei reluctantly let go of the stragglers.

"Okay, okay, I understand." The skirmisher grabbed the milk and prepared to drink it all. "You just want me to rest."

However, Mo Bei stopped the soldier. He grabbed the glass of milk and held the cup with both hands: "Sir, the milk needs to be hot."

A trace amount of fire element is evenly spread on the palm of the hand, and heat gradually rises from the cup. The smell of milk quietly fills the whole room, bringing you deep sleepiness at night.

In order to heat the milk to the right temperature, Mo Bei practiced all day long.

Watching the skirmisher drink the milk, Mo Bei walked him to the bedside. After covering himself with the quilt, the boy dragged a stool and sat in the room.

"How about I sing some nursery rhymes to Mr. Skirmisher?"

"...I'm not a baby, and I don't need you to coax me to sleep. If you have such leisure and elegance, why not find some interesting stories."

Mo Bei smiled bitterly. The most exciting story should be about him and him. Only now, the story is not finished.

"If Mr. Skirmisher wants to hear it, please give me some time and I will present the best story to you."

The skirmisher stopped replying and just breathed more steadily.

Mo Bei waited quietly aside and fell asleep unconsciously. He forgot that the skirmishers were puppets, and all their breathing was intentional imitation.

So, the skirmishers got up helplessly and covered Mo Bei with a blanket again. The strong aroma of milk still lingers on the tip of the tongue.

Idiot, I only want to torture my body to death before I give up.

The stars and moon are like water, and insects sing at night.

That’s all, the parts need maintenance. It’s not a bad thing to take a nap.

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