Engraved in Bone

Shen Xingzhi finally knows why so many people like to ask immortals to find ways to live forever. Since that day, when Nei Dan passed down to him, he felt that he was hooking more and more, with a charming charm that was younger and more beautiful than before.

There seems to be a steady flow of nutrients in his body. He feels that the previous minor problems have disappeared, and the spirit of the whole person is getting better.

By comparison, Lan's health is getting worse. The wind blowing in the middle of the night would make him cold, and even when the wind blew his hair several times, Shen Xingzhi could see several silver wires floating.

At this time, Shen Xingzhi always looked at Lan Yan carefully, and found that there were a few laugh lines on the other side of his eyes that had never been seen before.

Lan Yan always told him with a smile, it doesn't matter, this is normal. Nedan gave him, and his cultivation was a little detrimental.

Lan Yan at night will always whistle, and the pain that can still be tolerated in the past seems to be more and more serious. On several occasions, he found that the other party could not bear the pain and turned into a fox, and then called lowly, saying that he could not listen Understand the fox words.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

Shen Xingzhi could always hear him say that.

Like concealing himself, he felt something faintly, but Shen Xingzhi always loved to deceive himself with Lan's set of rhetoric. It wasn't until overnight that Lan Huang's half-white hair was completely white.

Lan Yan, full of silver, had not even noticed it, smiling at Shen Xingzhi. But after the other party reminded him, Shen Xingzhi clearly saw that he was in a moment of confusion, and there was a hint of confusion and helplessness on his face when he looked at himself.

With a jump in his heart, he also became helpless and even a little scared with the other party.

Lan Yan often stayed in the room and waited for him, always engraving something in his hand but not letting him see it, smiling and saying that he would wait until he finished it. But later, Lan Yan can no longer take the knife.

The fox who was facing the wind in Yushu at that time, now an old man with pale hair, wrinkles climbed up his face and his eyebrows, like the wind and frost that had gone through many years. It's hard to imagine how, in a few months, a handsome boy can look like this.

Every time I met Shen Xingzhi, an orthopaedicist, I always wanted to talk to the other side, and even asked if there was any way to keep Lan Ying.

But he was afraid that the osteologist would let him return Nedan, and he would grow old quickly like Lan Yu.

The pursuit of the crowd made him fascinated, as if he was a kid again, and back to the little boy who was embraced by the stars.

The struggle in his heart was hidden by his smile. He watched Lan Yan's smile disappear day by day, his face getting older and thinner, and finally one day, when the other party couldn't hold the person into a fox, Shen Xing's madness.

He knelt at the door of the engraver, holding the fox with a weak breath, hoping that the other party would come out to meet him and tell him what he could do to save Lan Yan. Even if he was returned to Nedan ... he was willing to return to Nedan.

But one day passed, two days passed, the fur on the fox had long lost its luster, and it did not feel as soft and warm as before. Shen Xingzhi's hand could touch the protruding bones of the opponent with a little harder. He was the first Only then did I know that there are more terrible things in this world than death and old age.

It was that he would never see a fox again.

Even if it turned into a fox, the painful bones always followed Lan Yu. But where is Lan Lan still half a mourning force? Not even the strength to get closer to Shen Xing's.

The skeleton in her arms trembled, and Shen Xingzhi cried for the first time after that day. The big teardrops stained the fox's hair little by little, and the long hairs were sticking together.

If it had been before, if you knew that Shen Xingzhi's crying fox would wipe his tears with his claws, then the lively and mischievous tail would love to entangle him, tell him to touch, and you would not be unhappy after touching.

Silly big man, he's not happy now, why not stop teasing him with his tail?

The fox's sore skeleton rattled. It couldn't even tell where it was and where it was dry. It could only rely on its memory, with its sharp claws, to carefully hook the clothes of Shen Xingzhi.

Even if he loses his senses, the fox will remember its sinking, for fear it will hurt him for half a point.

How regretful Shen Xingzhi is, thinking that if there is no fox in the future, it seems that by contrast, it will not look so horrible as it grows ugly. He tried his best to keep his fox, but what did the carver say?

That ri's day is clear, and the light is good enough for Shen Xingzhi to see the taunt in the eyes of the engraver. He used to be envious without any expression on his face, but his eyes were ridiculous and disdainful.

"Once Nedan leaves, he can never go back."

"Shen Xingzhi, you can't save him."

"Without Nedan there is no longer a storehouse. The repair will be lost quickly. Once there is no one hundred years of practice, he is no different from an ordinary fox. Oh no, even life is even shorter."

"Aren't you thinking about his Nedan? Now that you want to achieve it, what's your dissatisfaction?"

Yeah, isn't this the result he always wanted?

Shen Xingzhi held the fox fainted in his arms and stared at the delicate features in front of him in confusion, even feeling a little dazed, even familiar.

What is he dissatisfied with? His goals have been achieved.

But ... as long as he thinks of the fox who loves to laugh, he can't laugh anymore, and he always likes to chatter, he can no longer make noises, Shen Xingzhi feels that his heart is aching, and can no longer breathe.

He suddenly missed the long-lost "Zhizhi".

He used to think that he was a silly big man, and he didn't like him to call his maiden. He even thought that if the other party immediately gave Nedan to him and then quickly left his world. But when such a moment came, Shen Xingzhi felt a little panicked.

If there were no foxes in the future, he would have a long life, even if he has the enviable beauty of others, he should not be happy.

No, no, he's not happy now.

Never felt that Shen Xingzhi was so alive in his memory, even made him feel that the other party was deeply engraved in his mind. Every laugh, every exciting moment, something that was once in close proximity, now I think of him as if he was so profound.

But these things are so far away from him. Far away, he could never touch again.

Fox, fox, please, tell him how to get back to the sinking line he once was, the little boy who seems to be unmoved and cold-hearted.

This day's Shen Xinghu hugged the fox and hugged it tightly, as if holding the world and the world.

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Oh, my eyes are blind today when I draw pictures, please hug me