Engraved in Bone

The fox's spirit seemed better in the past few days. When Shen Xingzhi took it to the yard to bask in the sun, he turned lazily, his tail dangling behind, and he gently rubbed his palm.

A bit of a tactile touch made Shen Xingzhi can't help but bend his eyes.

One day of thunderstorms, Shen Xingzhi dreamed back to the previous one, but he fell asleep, but felt conscious and unconscious. Suddenly, he seemed to feel that someone was patting his back and called him "Zhizhi" with a sound.

He wanted to open his eyes and see if it was his fox, but no matter how hard he tried, his eyelids couldn't be opened.

When the next day dawned, Shen Xingzhi immediately opened his eyes and saw the fox squinting next to him, a little disappointed under his heart.

If only the fox could turn into a stupid big man.

He patted the fox's back gently, and looked carefully at the fox's face, making Shen Xingzhi think of the fox mask, his heart softened, he got out of bed and put on the mask silently.

The bronze mask of the fox is unfamiliar and familiar. When he wanted to reach out and touch his feet, there was a little movement at his feet, and he looked down, and the fox kept his arms around his legs and looked up at him.

Low Xia was holding the fox, and Shen Xingzhi looked at the fox eyes that had been cloudy for a long time. He couldn't help covering it with his hands.

How dare he look, these eyes told him all the time what he had done.

The fox broke free, not knowing where to turn the clogs out, its claws turned, and grunted to Shen Xingzhi's feet. Biting the clog, the fox kept beating him, letting him hold it.

Not very fine carving, but those who can see the carving are serious. At that time, Shen Xing often saw Lan Kun heading to the bone carving division's yard, and then happily holding a piece of wood, while looking at him, he lowered his head and carved it.

At that time, Lan Yan always hid in hiding, not letting himself see what he was carving. Now he saw it clearly, but felt his eyes moist.

Lan Yan carved a little baby with a fox mask on his head, and another fox-eyed doll with the same mask on the chubby little hand was smiling sweetly at the little doll.

The fox held his hand in his head, and seemed to be dissatisfied with not looking at him, screaming at him, turning around him.

Suddenly remembering the jade that had been taken away by herself, Shen Xing suddenly got up, regardless of the feeling of dizziness, and strode to the dressing table with a staggering pace, turning out the jade. I don't know if it is an illusion. Yupei's fineness does not seem to be as good as that of Wen Runjing you saw last time, even a little dull.

He hung Yupei back to the fox. At the moment when he touched Yupei, the fox looked alive, not as dead-hearted as before, and leaped into his arms after a few laps around his feet. I stunned with my body.

Hidden hope rises from the bottom of my heart. This jade pendant is worn all the time, if it is brought back again, a silly big man can still be saved.

At that night, Shen Xingzhi was still asleep. He seemed to be listening to Lan Yan's voice. He still called him "Zhizhi", his fingertips passed through his hair, and he smoothed them little by little.

"Well, if I'm gone in the future, you have to take good care of yourself. Don't make a joke of your life and go to dance at such a high place. Even if you don't stand so high, but you look so beautiful, I will I can see you from a glance in the vast crowd. "

"If it misses me, take a look at that doll and think about me always remembering you."

"Don't forget me, OK, can you wait for my reincarnation, and then find me to continue the leading edge."

After a while, Shen Xingzhi listened to him and said, "Forget it, it's so good-looking, there must be a lot of people like you. If you can meet someone who can treat you like a treasure like me, forget me . "

No, he doesn't like this ...

He wanted to open his eyes to see Lan Yan, and wanted to touch him more, but he couldn't open his eyes at all, and could only feel the warm touch of his forehead.

The feeling of oppression suddenly disappeared, but Shen Xingzhi fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, the sky was slightly bright, and Shen Xing's panic hugged the fox, she moaned lowly, and seemed to feel unwell. But he didn't care much, and he was afraid that if he was later, or if he didn't hold it tight enough, the fox would leave him.

He was really wrong. He should not have been greedy, not so selfish. He was wrong from start to finish.

But he knew what was wrong, and his silly big man couldn't come back.

Shen Xingzhi could only see the fox lose his vitality day by day, and seemed to be lazily lying on the stone table with no strength. He followed the other's hair little by little, hoping that the fox could open his eyes and look at him. He smiled at it: "I used to be annoying you, but now you really can't annoy me every day , I feel idle and panic. "

"If you think I have a bad temper, and I really hate me, then you and I will go back to Nedan and leave this place of fireworks. It is better that you look like a fox and ignore me, let me connect you Can't see one side. "

"If you still think I look good, I promise you, I will plead with the father to redeem myself. I want to go back with you to see, after seeing your father and mother, I am your right lady."

Talking, Shen Xingzhi had a crying nose, as if it was the Shen Xiaogong who was held by someone: "Aren't you the one who doesn't want me to cry the most? Why are you so cruel now, even let me see your face Nothing. I don't look at you, I don't remember you. Where should I go in the future to find a fox?

After so long, the little boy is finally willing to admit his heart:

"Lan Yan, if you leave, no one will really treat me so well."

The father who was good to him has left, and the mother who has been good to him has gone, and now even the one who has looked down on him the most but also treated him wonderfully has to leave him. The little boy sat sullenly, looking at the fox, thinking that in this world, there is really something more desperate than death and ugliness.

The little boy is a little boy, but someone is willing to spoil him, but now the fox that is petting him is gone. What kind of boy is he?

The fox opened his eyes embarrassingly, and licked the tears on the little boy's face, his claws dangled gently on the other's robes, as if comforting him.

It wasn't time for a fragrant incense, the fox opened his eyes again and took a closer look at the little boy, then closed it again. But the little boy was still motionless and looked at each other silently.

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