Shark Breeding Manual

Sudan's eyes jumped, inexplicably feeling that his words meant something, and said in a deep voice:

"Since it's a matter of the past, whether it's joy or sorrow, it's irreversible. The only thing that matters is living the present. Besides, who knows whether the past is worth loving or not."

Changfeng was obviously not convinced by him, and said quietly:

"What about the person who remembers? The family members in the past didn't know each other, the best friends in the past treated others as others, the lover in the past hugged other people's shoulders, and kissed other people's lips. The past is of no importance to you. What about the person who remembers? Convince yourself that it's just a dream!"

Sudan was speechless for a while, and Changfeng seemed to realize that he was losing control of his emotions, so he apologized and turned to leave. Sudan saw him walking towards his room with porridge in a daze, and wanted to tell him to stop. Just thinking that his current state doesn't seem suitable to meet the little prince, so he thought about sending some food to the little prince himself after taking a bath.

After returning to the house, Changfeng took out the past life mirror from under the pillow and slowly opened it, reflecting a bright light under the moonlight. He couldn't remember how many times he reached out to touch it.

The mirror surface is like satin, spreading out like ripples on the surface of a lake, and then returns to calm as always.

There is no past, no ever.

Changfeng didn't understand why there was always such a person deep in his memory since he was a person without a past.

He didn't know what that person looked like, whether it was a man or a woman, what they had experienced, but he knew that there was such a person who existed in this world just to find his trace.

He thought he might have found it, but that person didn't seem to remember himself at all. He grabbed the mirror in his hand and wanted to throw it down, but in the end he could only gently put it back to its original place with little hope. .

Why don't you want to see it?

Look at your past life, look at this person who has followed you from the past to today.

He suddenly thought of what that person said, and looked up at the white flower on the window sill that exuded a faint fragrance in the night, his eyes deepened.

……

Sudan quickly washed up and brought some food from the kitchen to the little prince's room. The prince in the room had just finished a bowl of porridge and was patting his stomach contentedly.

Presumably it was Chang Feng who came back to the house just now and found that the porridge hadn't been delivered yet. Looking at the lunch box in his hand, it was superfluous.

only……

Sultan thought for a while and asked:

"My lord, was the porridge sent by Chang Feng just now?"

After eating and drinking, the little prince could talk more, so he nodded:

"Well, the taste is not bad, but what is this in your hand?"

Sudan put the lunch box on the table and said: "Oh, I think you must have not eaten anything today, so I asked the kitchen to make some, but now it seems that it is unnecessary... What is this?"

Sudan looked at the extra flowers on the desk, the white ones as deserted as the moon were inserted in the pots alone.

The little prince said: "Oh, Chang Feng brought it here, I think it smells good."

The night wind blew the room, and a faint fragrance came from the room, like sandalwood wafting from temples in all directions, with a cleansing sanctity and richness.

Sudan smelled the strong smell, inexplicably felt a little disgusted, and frowned indistinctly:

"The fragrance of this flower is too strong. It's not good to disturb people at night. I'll put it outside the house first, and bring it in during the day."

The little prince didn't care about it. After throwing the flower outside the door, the Sultan said:

"Speaking of which, Young Master said to help Changfeng find someone, did you find him?"

The little prince obviously didn't care about this matter, so he said "Oh" after a while:

"I don't know the age, name and appearance, how could I find it."

Sudan was speechless: "Why did the young master agree so readily?"

The little prince took the folding fan and rolled it coquettishly: "Anyway, my lord didn't say a deadline, why should I refuse when a beauty comes to entertain me out of thin air."

Sudan was choked completely speechless, and wanted him to be on guard against this person, but it was obvious that he had a ruthless look, and he opened his mouth, but did not continue.

Struggling in my heart to give birth to some kind of compromise, I just need to pay more attention to it in the future.

he looks like this...

That's fine with him.

Unconstrained, worry-free and fearless.

It should be holding the wind and moon in the palm, lying drunk on the lap of a beauty.

……

That night, Sudan slept in the little prince's room. Since there was no side room, he simply made a bed next to him. The full moon was covered by dark clouds and the faint light was obscured. Blowing on the exposed skin gave goose bumps.

Sudan is a little reluctant to sleep, and sleeping beside an unfamiliar person is naturally sleepless. He is dazed and doesn't know what time he will sleep until. The sound of clothes being rubbed on the next bed keeps coming, and Sudan leans forward and whispers:

"Master? Master?"

After shouting twice, there was no movement. Sudan got up and lit the candle, and walked over to check it out. The little prince frowned, his whole body was wet as if he had been fished out of the water, and he muttered something.

Sultan quickly reached out to touch his forehead, only to find that the fever was severe.

……

After tossing and turning for a long time, the rain outside the door has subsided, and the pattering through the doors and windows is no longer so annoying, only the occasional thunder and lightning add up to startle a white light, the little prince is also a little tired after being misty, and yawns profusely Non-stop, closing eyes and preparing to fall asleep.

Then he heard a tune.

Even though the doors and windows are separated, and the rain outside the window does not stop, but the sound seems to be ringing in the ear, it is the sound of the kite, like the water flow, there are infinite ups and downs. This kind of leisurely and self-satisfied meaning seems to be able to break through the open-mindedness and calmness of the sky, and to savor it carefully with infinite friendship. In a trance, you can see the peach blossoms all over the sky and the posture of falling into rain.

Slowly there seems to be a woman's smile, the laughter is light and short, it must be a smile of extreme happiness, it seems that the woman's smile is like a flower, dancing with the zither, bending over is the new In the moon, raising eyebrows is the cloud train, and the flowers are flying, and the lingering sound is endless!

Slowly, for some reason, the song became more and more rapid, ethereal and ethereal gradually entrenched on the high end, sometimes close as if it sounded from the ear, sometimes far away like the sky, separated by many echoes, and that For some reason, the woman's laughter lost the flavor of happiness, and suddenly became sad and desolate, as if she was weeping softly, with the gradual and rapid echoes tangled strangely.

The little prince felt that when she was sad, he also began to feel sad. He wanted to cover his ears to stop the annoying voice, but it didn't help.

That voice seemed to come from the bottom of my heart, following the rapid heartbeat one after another, the sound was nailed into the heart like a wooden stake, all stomachs twitched, breathing heavy and suppressing the heavy sound, outside the window Suddenly there was a thunder, a bang, and a piercing sound with a dazzling white light.

The little prince suddenly sat up, sweat had already wet his temples, and he saw his face through the mirror opposite.

It was a bright and beautiful face, with clear eyebrows and a bright smile. The little prince felt a little strange for no reason. He looked at the room and always felt that there was something wrong in the room.

At this time, there was a sudden loud noise of thunder, he thought for a while, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, took a deep breath secretly, groped to get up and lit the candle, sat down and drank a cup of herbal tea, the candle was half burned, and the drops of candle tears piled up together, The dense smog made everything in front of me somewhat distorted and illusory, and my heart was inexplicably depressed and anxious. The continuous rain added fuel to the side, and the thick moisture in the air stained every part of my body. The haze covered the top of his head, and there was no place in his body that was not uncomfortable.

Look, it turned out that the window was not closed tightly, and the dark green was blown from Luosha like a graceful girl's waist twisting.

He got up and was about to go there when he stepped into a bizarre dream.

There was a crimson peach color in front of his eyes, the song just now played again, and he couldn't move after only one step.

Not far away, under a green umbrella, there is a palace lantern shining. The night is too domineering, swallowing everything around, and only through the faint vision of the lights can we see the drifting rain mixed with a few patches of red flowers from time to time.

The young man under the flower tree stood for an unknown amount of time, and his whole body was already drenched. The black crow's long hair snaked behind him like a snake, almost blending into the night, but upon closer inspection, it wasn't rain, but blood.

The blood flowed from his body, his faint smile gradually dissipated, and the thunder turned white, his expression was painful and desperate, and the blood spurted out with every word he said.

"Changfeng!"

The little prince opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the handsome face of Sudan approaching him. He had a headache for a while, and he only felt that the thunderstorm outside the door was extremely annoying, and the rattling sound seemed like someone was sticking a needle in his head.

"My lord, are you awake? Chang Feng is outside, do you want to find him?"

The little prince lost a word in a daze, no need, I don't know how long it took, maybe it was just a moment, his lips felt warm.

He opened his eyes and saw Sudan's hand holding a curved spoon, subconsciously licked his lips, a little sweet, he opened his mouth, his throat was like sandpaper:

"What's wrong with me?"

Sudan said: "Last night you had a fever all night, the doctor said it was a little lack of energy and blood, plus you were frightened by what happened yesterday, and you caught a cold at night, that's why..."

He still had a few words to save the little prince's face, because the little prince was often in sensual places, and his body was a little weak, so it was so serious overnight.

Seeing his pale face, Sudan slumped sickly on the bed, he did not forget to refute that he is strong and full of courage, and it is absolutely impossible for him to get sick because of weakness and fear. It must be caused by Penglian's ghost weather. Ghost, I feel angry and funny.

When the person fell asleep, let the disciples under the door watch, and then leave in peace.