Master milk me

Longlong grabbed the little paper figurine with his hands, his star pupils gleamed with dim light, made a movement that made Zhang Yanqing stunned, put it on his lips and kissed it lightly, as if he was holding a treasure in his hand, for fear of It will break if you force it.

Zhang Yanqing's eyes darkened a little, and with a wave of her big hand, she drew back her consciousness.As soon as the consciousness was withdrawn, the little paper man had no response, and a thin piece lay in its palm, cold.

Longlong lowered his eyes, his slender eyelashes covered his eyelids and trembled, he didn't know what he was thinking, stared at the floor in a daze, and didn't respond for a long time.

The little paper man fell to the ground, distracting his thoughts.

The figure of Zhang Yanqing stood alone in the room, twisting a sour plum with her fingertips, she was dazed for a long time, but did not open her mouth.

Suddenly it began to drizzle outside.

Ticks on the tiles.

The wetness seeped into the bottom of his heart.

The oil-paper umbrella in the corner was picked up, and on the surface of the umbrella was a tree of mottled red plums, as if stained with blood, cold and lonely.

The same goes for the person holding the umbrella.

Aloof and lonely.

Blood is cold.

Zhang Yanqing came to the Shu Jian Tower, quietly stood outside the small black room, listening to the sobbing sound from the small black room, sobbing, extremely sad.

The door was thrown open.

It disturbed Longlong who was terribly sad inside.

The young dragon, whose body was coiled in three circles, straightened its neck and looked over, blinking a pair of misty big eyes to look at Zhang Yanqing.

Zhang Yanqing stretched out his hand to it, opened his sharp brows, and said softly, "Let's go, go home."

The young dragon blinked his big eyes. In his sight, the cold white shadow overlapped with the shadow of a young man, calling him with the same words: "Little dragon! Let's go home!"

"Long'er, I'll just wait here for my brother. Don't move without my brother's order, you know? Brother... Brother will come and take you away after a few days... Be obedient..."

That's what the man said.

It obediently sat on the rock with the bundle in its mouth, eagerly waiting for the boy to come back to pick it up.But the bull cart was getting farther and farther in sight, knocking on the yellow mud road, and disappeared.

This is a hundred years.

It became a statue and became one with the stone.

In spring, summer, autumn and winter, I sent away countless little swallows that made nests on top of its head, counted the stars night after night, and watched the little girl who cleaned her body get married, gave birth to children, and finally became an old man. In the yellow paper, it turned into a handful of loess.

Only then did it gradually understand.

He won't be coming back.

Never again.

He, like her, grew old and died.

"Long'er?" Zhang Yanqing called out again.

Longlong blinked slowly, came back to his senses, let out a huff in anger, lowered his head deeply, shrunk himself into a ball, and didn't respond to him.

Zhang Yanqing stood for a while, sighed, moved her body, turned and left.

The young dragon pulled its head out of its body, straightened its neck and listened to his footsteps, walking farther and farther without stopping for a moment.

Zhang Yanqing was holding the sour plum, and was about to eat it, when suddenly there was a "kick, tap, tap" sound from behind, rushing towards him.

"Pa-ta--" I also fell stupidly on the way.

Looking back, Zhang Yanqing saw a long, pitch-black dragon running towards him from the direction of the Shujian Tower, crashing into his arms, wrapping him tightly around him, and hanging on him like a snake.

"Hmph..." It licked his face.

Zhang Yanqing didn't get it off either, but just moved its body around her waist, let it wrap around her, and walked out with it.

Longlong's wet nose sniffed his body, moved down, and kissed his clenched fist palm.

It nuzzled his hand.

Zhang Yanqing was stunned, spread out his palm, and exposed the sour plum that he was holding tightly. As soon as it was exposed, he was swept away by its bright red tongue.

Zhang Yanqing reached out and patted its faucet lightly, and said in a low voice, "Do you know it's wrong?"

She nodded and rubbed his palm.

"From now on, can you still be naughty?"

Shaking her head, she leaned on his shoulder and looked at him aggrievedly.

"That's good." The corners of Zhang Yanqing's mouth rose slightly.

Seeing him smile, the big-tailed dragon also smiled happily, rubbing against his face, sticky like a puppy.

The rain in the sky stopped.

Bie Xiaosi re-aired the clothes.

In the distance, Zhang Yanqing came back wrapped in a "scarf".

"Master!" Fu Xiaosi showed his childish habits, and ran up bouncingly: "Did you bring Longlong back?"

Zhang Yanqing took a look at him, and forcibly took off the heavy "scarf" around his neck, who knows, just after taking it off, it stuck on again: "Don't! I want to be with Qingqing!"

Zhang Yanqing pressed the corner of her lips, pulled it off again, and skillfully tied it into a bow under Fu Xiaosi's shocked gaze.

Longlong couldn't untie it by himself, he could only watch helplessly as he walked into Yuanyang Hall and closed the gate of Yuanyang Hall.

"Qingqing! Qingqing!!" The yelling outside was like a dragon killing a pig, which gave him a headache.

Zhang Yanqing sat in front of the desk, holding the writing brush on the desk, and wrote the records of unfinished herbal medicines in the inventory.These are all to be transported.

"Longlong, don't move...I'll untie it for you..." Fu Xiaosi squatted on the ground and untied its tangled body.

Somewhat difficult to understand.

Because Longlong's body is too long, like a hundred-year-old black python, it feels limp to the touch, and its scales are too sharp and prickly.

It leaned its head on the ground, waiting for Fu Xiaosi to untie the seal of the bow tie, before thinking, its body became tighter and tighter, until Fu Xiaosi's panicked voice exploded in his ears: "It's over, it's over...Master... Master!"

Only then did it realize that its body had become a knot.

There was no response from Yuanyang Hall.

Fu Xiaosi had no choice but to look for Shen Donglan with Long Long, who was sealed by the dead knot.

"Hey hey...don't say it's quite fun..."

Longlong: "..."

"Stop making trouble." Fu Xiaosi patted Shen Donglan's hand away, and said anxiously, "Longlong is about to cry."

Shen Donglan scratched her head: "Then what should I do?"

"Let me think about it..." Fu Xiaosi pinched his chin and thought about it seriously, "I remember it was recorded in the book... there is a phenomenon that it can expand when heated, and shrink when cooled."

Shen Donglan: "Huh?"