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The rich black and blue are slowly faded by the morning light.

The big and small figures in front of them are still trying to move forward, although their hunched backs and trembling steps show that their physical strength is almost at the limit, but every time Pan Ting thinks that this step is the last step they take, the magical obsession comes again. Let them continue to take a step forward and move forward a little.

Pan Ting said in a low voice, "Is a hundred miles too far?"

Sa Er said: "Did you feel distressed?"

"A bit."

"To adults or to children?" The sour tone was undisguised.

Pan Ting paused without a trace, and said casually: "It's a little bit. If I'm with his mother, Illian will be my son."

"Pfft", the large and small figures in front fell into the snowdrift.

Pan Ting was startled, and said slightly angrily, "You don't even let women and children go?"

A sigh came from beside him.

After Irian and his mother stood up and walked for a while, Thrall whispered, "It's not me."

The sky is bright.

Pan Ting looked down at his watch—I bought a watch last year, it was indeed bought the year before I came to this world, it was made in Switzerland, and it went pretty well, except for the moment when the world setting was not completed, I couldn’t tell the difference between day and night , and then the debugging is accurate.

The hour and minute hands of the watch were pointing to six fifty.

It's seven o'clock in five minutes.

And there is still one-fifth of the way.

Although the further east you go, the less snow will be accumulated, but it is impossible to cover one-fifth of the road in 10 minutes.

Pan Ting stopped.

Sal said: "If you think they failed the test, we can..."

Pan Ting disappeared in a flash.

Sa Er slowly finished the rest of the sentence facing the cold wind: "Change to another successor."

Pan Ting used teleportation to bring the two mother and son a hundred miles away, a thousand meters away from the sea.There is a high slope on the coast. Standing on the high slope, you can see the blue coastline, which is clear, pure and beautiful.

Irian's mother has a pair of beautiful and clear eyes like the sea. When those eyes contain tears, like the pearls of the ocean, even sadness becomes bright and gentle.

Pan Ting couldn't help being attracted to all the attention, and even stopped breathing.

He thought of his mother at the same table in elementary school, thick eyelashes—maybe the effect of using mascara, fair face—you can see traces of foundation, piercing eyes—it was only later that he knew that there was something called Meitong, that is a mature beautiful woman who can attract the attention of young people every time she appears on the stage.But the young man doesn't care whether it's artificial beauty or natural beauty, he only knows that every time he sees her lovingly looking at his deskmate, an emotion similar to resentment will be born in his heart, which he longed for since he was a child but was out of reach , the jealousy and inferiority in his heart made him want to ravage his deskmate every time—in fact, he also put it into action, so that they were separated after sitting together for only one semester, and there was no chance for a long time after that When I saw the mother, I didn't see her from a distance until the graduation ceremony, and the other party gave him a cold look like a warning.Pan Ting was depressed for a whole summer because of this.

Approximate gazes allow time and space to intersect and overlap.

But this time, he no longer looked up from a distance, but looked down at the eyes from close up.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand, gently caressing her eyebrows, then eyelids, eyelashes...

She lowered her eyelids in bewilderment, clutching her child's hand nervously.

"God! Have we passed the test?" Irian's voice suddenly woke up the two of them.

Only then did Pan Ting realize what he had done, retracted his hands in panic and said, "Ah, I can see sincerity in your eyes, I think you really respect me. Yes, you have passed the test."

Tears flowed from those beautiful eyes, but they were tears of joy.She knelt down and hugged Irian tightly into her arms.The mother and son laughed and choked up.

Pan Ting knew that most of their joy was for the father whom they had no chance to meet, so he couldn't help but feel a little sour in his heart, and thought to himself: Fortunately, that old man left early, otherwise, he would probably be the number two at the same table.

Elian asked, "When can I see my father?"

Pan Ting said, "Are you saddened by your father's departure?"

Illian nodded vigorously. "I've never met him. But I know, he's a great man. Right? Mom."

His mother nodded with a smile.

Pan Ting said, "Do you like the feeling of sadness?"

"Of course not. I hope Dad will come back. I will be happy. Mom will be happy too, and Dad, I'm sure he will be happy too. I hope our whole family will be happy and never be sad again. !"

"I have a way to keep sadness away from you." Pan Ting threw down the bait.

"What way? Can Dad come back sooner?"

Pan Ting was noncommittal, "First of all, we need to calm down and look at the world with our hearts..."

It is not uncomfortable for Pan Ting to fool a child, especially when the other party trusts him wholeheartedly.Even his mother is full of hope for the exercises he taught.

He said: "If you want to practice, you can also try."

She said, "Thank you so much God, I can't express how grateful I am in words."

"Compared to your gratitude, I want to know your...name." He was a little shy when he said it, but luckily his skin was too thick to tell the color.

She was surprised for a while before saying, "My name is Ikalu."

……

Although it is dewy dew, but he is also tall and straight.

After Pan Ting heard Ikalu's name, he sat by the seaside in a daze.

The tide ebbed and flowed, the water slowly covered his feet, and then slowly receded.

He said to himself, "Do you believe in fate?" Although he couldn't see Sal, he could feel him sitting on his left.

Sure enough, Sa Er's voice came from the left: "If you mean you and me, I have no doubts."

"My name is Pan Ting, and her name is Ikalu. Although we come from different worlds, we have established a connection since we were born. How amazing it is."

Thrall: "..." Not very good for him.

Pan Ting said: "My parents divorced when I was very young. For example, two people in your dating period suddenly lost their feelings for each other and each sought happiness."

Thrall vetoed it flatly: "Impossible."

"The place where you live must be called the Grimm's Fairy Tale." Pan Ting said, "It's a pity that my parents are the sequel to the real version of the fairy tale. The intense love burned to ashes, and they are determined to find their second spring. I am the ashes after the burning, the existence , but as light as a feather."

Sa Er showed his figure, and silently hugged his head, trying to put him into his arms, but Pan Ting pushed him away.

"Don't come here like the male second in idol dramas."

"What will the first man do?"

Pan Ting glanced at him, "I don't know. I probably slapped myself, facing the sea, tugging at my hair and saying, damn it, why didn't I know you earlier."

Thrall looked at his palms and hair tangledly.

"Every time I meet my relatives, they will always hug me and ask me if I am sad. If you are sad, you can express it. Don't be bored in your heart." Pan Ting sneered, "A bunch of idiots! This is not Nonsense, of course I’m sad.” But at that time, he was in adolescence, his self-esteem was extremely strong, and he always showed that I was a fan of the lone star of the devil, and the worldly family affection was an insult to me. Over time, he got Caring less and less, everyone is afraid of tarnishing him, gradually alienated.He muttered: "How do I behave? Pull a banner and write, warmly send mom and dad out of the shadow of marriage, and wish the second spring a happy business?!"

This time Sa'er didn't hesitate, and directly pulled him into his arms, pressing his head firmly against his chest.

Pan Ting couldn't help but poked his waist in dissatisfaction, "I said I won't take this kind of thing."

"I'm sad, please comfort me."

"..." Pan Ting raised his head cautiously, facing Sa Er's sad green eyes.

It seems that the emerald hidden in the mist has lost its luster, but it is shockingly beautiful.

Pan Ting's heart throbbed violently.It is different from the nostalgia when Ikalu shed tears, but a kind of shock that reaches the bottom of my heart.Because he knows that his sorrow is born of himself.

Time is like sticky lotus root powder, dragging its slow pace and reluctantly moving forward.

"Have you hugged enough?"

Pan Ting spoke, the long silence made his voice slightly hoarse.

The mist that covered the emerald surged up and pushed away little by little, revealing a bright green.Sa Er looked at him, his eyes were clear, his ears trembled slightly, and a thin blush appeared.

Pan Ting felt bad instinctively, broke free from his arms suddenly, and adjusted his clothes in embarrassment, "Thank you for your comfort."

Sa Erdao: "You're welcome, I'm very happy."

The beautiful face is more dazzling because of the smile.

Pan Ting avoided his scorching gaze, "I'll go see Irian."

As the first person in the world to eat the crab of cultivating immortality, Irian did not disappoint Pan Ting and Sal's hopes. According to the magic skill Pan Ting made up, he entered a state mentioned in the magic skill after practicing for three days. System logic is a realm created by psychological delusion, which can stimulate people's subconsciousness and do things that are usually difficult to do.

Although Pan Ting felt that it looked like delusional disorder, the person who practiced was not himself, so he didn't waste energy on entanglement.

"God, I feel like my eyes are going to fly." Elian said excitedly.

Pan Ting looked at him: "Don't worry, it didn't cross the eyebrow line."

"No, I mean, it's very clear to be able to fly to the top and see the world from above." Illian's expressive ability is not enough to explain such complicated feelings, so he can only make gestures and gestures.

Pan Ting smiled and said, "Very good, as long as you keep working hard, your people can fly up to see the world."

"Can you see Dad?"

...Why do you still remember this one?

Pan Ting smiled slightly, "I believe your father also wants to see you very much." Whether he wants to see you and whether he can see you are two different things.

Irian obviously didn't notice this language trap, and happily continued to practice.