Peach Blossom Comes Back

After saying goodbye to the goblins, King Ling and Wukong returned to the cave.

Looking back, I saw that the Monkey Demon was wearing a peach blossom beside his ear, the pink and tender bloom was delicate and charming, it was the peach blossom that Xiao Taojing wanted to give to the Monkey Demon so that he could pin it behind his ear when he was playing.

Now thinking of the monkey monster's stiff expression, the Spirit King wanted to laugh.

"fool!"

The Spirit King reminded him and called out the Monkey Demon.

The monkey demon glanced in the direction of King Ling, but didn't move, and asked what's wrong with his eyes.

He was already tall and tall, and the arrogance in his eyes made him look naive, a peach blossom was very eye-catching on his head, but the monkey monster still looked ignorant, almost made Ling Wang laugh from the stone couch fall down.

"I don't know, idiot, you like flowers on your hair so much."

Only then did the monkey demon understand why Ling Wang had been laughing non-stop from the beginning, so he could only pluck the broken hair behind his ear in embarrassment, trying to get rid of the peach blossom that was no bigger than a fingernail.

It's just that the peach blossoms have been picked for half a day, and they are already a little wilted, and they will disperse with a little force.The monkey monster had a lot of broken hair behind its ears.The peach blossoms were plucked for a long time but failed to pluck off. Instead, they were broken into small pieces and stuck between the dense hair.

It was still Ling Wang who couldn't see it, and beckoned to let the monkey monster go to the stone couch.

"Let me help you get it down."

The monkey demon got up on the stone couch, and obediently sat beside King Ling, turning his head to his side.

The petals were scattered among the hair and it was difficult to clean them out. King Ling stretched out his hand to pick out the pink flakes hidden inside one by one, and couldn't help laughing when he picked them out.

The monkey monster only felt the warm breath in his hair, and the muffled low laugh at the tips of his ears was magnified several times, and he could feel the warm fingers passing behind his ears.

The heartbeat accelerated unconsciously, as if some emotion was about to rush out.

"All right."

The gentle word terminated his thoughts.

King Ling threw the rotten petals in his hand on the ground, and patted the monkey monster's hair lightly with his hand, then leaned half-lying on the stone wall, closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

The monkey demon also sat up straight, moved to the place where a wooden box was placed, reached out to pick up the wooden box and held it in his arms.

After a long time, King Ling opened his eyes and glanced at the monkey demon holding the wooden box. When he came back that day, the monkey demon held the wooden box in his hand, as if he would not let go.

Could it be that there is really a baby in it?

King Ling thought of it and immediately shook his head in his heart, the monkey monster could have some kind of treasure, most likely he just thought the wooden box was fun, or he just thought it was a novelty because he had never received the wooden box.

There was a long silence.

"Idiot, show me your box." The Spirit King, who still couldn't bear his curiosity, said to the monkey monster.

What answered him was the action of the monkey demon sending the box in his hand to his back.

"......."

Does a box have to be so tight against itself?This idiot doesn't have any secrets. .

Thinking of the Spirit King snatching his hand and slashing at the monkey monster, the moment the monkey monster stretched out his hand to block it, the box was brought over with a roll of its back.

The monkey monster reacted and rushed towards the King Ling, but was caught on the spot with a wave of the King's hand, and couldn't even blink his eyes.

Under the eyes of the monkey monster who couldn't tell what it was, King Ling opened the wooden box, and a sweet and greasy smell came to his nostrils, like fried syrup.

The inside of the box was already a complete mess, this word was used to describe what the King Ling saw was absolutely perfect.

Viscous golden syrup was sprinkled everywhere in the box, and the six red hawthorns had lost their original brightness after being placed for two days, and moldy brown ash had appeared in some places.

It's hot and I can't hold anything.

The King Ling seemed to have foreseen something, and opened the interlayer of the box. The sugar juice had already soaked into the interlayer. There was only a small piece of paper in the bottommost space, and the edge had become transparent after being soaked by the melted sugar.

He waved his hand to undo the immobilization technique on the monkey monster, and watched the monkey monster jump towards him in a panic, and fished out the soaked paper in a panic.

He suddenly understood why when he asked the monkey demon how the candied haws were, he said they were very sweet. At first, he just felt the difference in taste, but it turned out that the monkey demon didn't eat any of them, and kept them all in this wooden box.

"You treasure this box because it contains this little piece of paper and a bunch of candied haws?"

King Ling asked, he could feel that his aura was a little unstable.

The monkey monster remained silent, just put the piece of paper in his palm, and carefully wiped off the sugar liquid sticking to it, his movements were as slight as if he was facing a choice between life and death.

King Ling saw all these things in his eyes, and felt sore in his heart. Does this monkey monster really care about these things like this?

Unconsciously asked: "Do you care about this?"

The monkey monster kept wiping it, and replied bluntly; "I care."

The categorical tone made King Ling more numb besides being sour. He had never felt this way before, as if he was being cared for with all his heart. It is not uncommon for King Ling to have a life-and-death relationship, but after the lofty sentiments, few people would With so much dedication, whoever would take three pennies worth of candy hawthorn would have to bother to collect it.

"Idiot, let me do it."

King Ling said, then reached out to grab the piece of paper.

The wet and sticky feeling was not comfortable on the hand, King Ling chanted a mantra softly, and the syrup on the paper quickly dissipated.It's just that the piece of paper wet with syrup can no longer return to its original appearance, and the edges are still see-through.

"It's hot now, you can't keep candied haws, you know? Whenever you want to eat, I'll take you to eat."

King Ling seemed to be chattering a bit today, but the monkey monster didn't find it annoying, and nodded seriously from the side.

"Some things can be kept, and some things can't be kept. If you can't keep it, you have to use it, you know?"

King Ling taught the monkey monster while cleaning the box, for fear that if he was given something to eat in the future, it would be put away and spoiled.

"understood."

The monkey monster complied seriously.

"Lie down and sleep." King Ling softened his tone.

The monkey demon immediately lay down on the bed, turned over and leaned against the innermost side of the stone couch, closed his eyes and got ready to sleep.

"What an idiot..." Ling Wang muttered in a low voice, and also lay down.

The sound of breathing beside him gradually became even, and a figure crawled up in the darkness.

"Slept so fast." King Ling shook his head, his fingers touched the back of the monkey demon's neck again, and his spiritual power penetrated in again.