Original God, looking for the heart

——The next day, morning——

He slept a ridiculous amount the day before, but Mo Bei got up earlier than the sun today!

He moved around and felt much more comfortable than before. "You can go find Asan~ I don't know if he is sleeping now."

This is Mo Bei's plan: If the skirmishers haven't gotten up yet, then climb up quietly...a little surprise~; if they don't fall asleep...then there should be no need to say more about what happens next.

Opening the door, the cool air stung him and sneezed. Oops, are you still underestimating the temperature changes? (Fuyu’s warm reminder: The temperature difference between morning and evening has been large recently, so please add more clothes in time (●'?'●))

Mo Bei shook his head and heard a familiar voice: "You don't even know how to put on two more clothes?"

"Hey - Ah San!" He rushed over and was caught by a skirmisher, "Good morning~ Did you just pass by here?"

"Yeah." Through his clothes, the soldier could feel Mo Bei's heartbeat against his close chest. A strong, steady, not uneasy reaction. He pointed to a passing subordinate: "The doctor sent me a message."

The subordinate was startled and kept repeating in his mind, "You are clearly a skirmisher and you have been here all night." However, his body showed that he was cooperating with the person in front of him to make his companion believe this "fact".

There is no way, this may be the oppression from the executive officer.

The skirmisher accompanied Mo Bei to put on some clothes and stayed alone at a corner for a few minutes to cover up his little lie. By the way, I ordered people to prepare breakfast.

...

When Mo Bei held a cup of steaming milk in his hand, the happiness brought by breakfast instantly increased a lot. The stragglers sat aside and drank tea quietly.

The puppet does not need to eat, but he is willing to accompany a certain little one to eat. Only when you stay with him can your boring days be called "life".

It was an ordinary day. The skirmishers walked with Mo Bei to get to know the people in the "Jiaolingyuan", and they also walked through the alleys with stalls together...

Time spent with children was always relaxing and pleasant, so much so that he himself forgot that he was supposed to "say goodbye" today. When they remembered it, they had already joined hands on the lawn to enjoy the sunset.

On the horizon, a sun is about to set, and the sunset in the western sky waves a gorgeous veil. In a blur, the grass everywhere was covered with golden color. The evening breeze blows, and a branch of dogtail grass shakes a canal of dusk lyrical music. Beautiful as a dream, intoxicating as a fairy tale.

Mo Bei held his chin with his hands and listened carefully to the insects chirping in the dusk.

Mo Bei threw out a wind blade, cut off a piece of foxtail grass with a swishing sound, and asked the evening wind to deliver it to his hand.

He shook his head proudly and smiled sweetly.

It was wonderful - but it's a pity that today is the last day.

"Are you unhappy?" Mo Bei dropped the foxtail in his hand and grabbed the straggler's arm.

The skirmisher lowered his hat and spelled out the fact that he was leaving.

Mo Bei was stunned. It started as a question, but after getting no answer from the other party, it gradually turned into a plea: "Where are you going? Do you want to complete the Ice Queen's mission? Can you take me there? I can do many things, and I will never be held back!"

"No, it won't be long." The soldier's eyes were extremely firm, "This time, it's my turn to complete the agreement with you. And - a certificate."

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The setting sun gradually withdrew its last light. Before I could say goodbye, I lowered my head, closed my eyes and fell asleep quietly. Looking at the original group of followers, they also restrained their interest in time and turned into dark clouds, waiting for the sunset to come again. The dusk was dim, the setting sun was like blood, and the gold-encrusted sunset on the river surrounding Xumi City was perfect. The rays of light radiate, piercing the eyes like a dream.

There was silence all around, and there were already dark traces in the sky. The stars began to twinkle in the vast sky, but they were not as bright as the ones seen when walking on the tar sand.

The two leaned against each other, and Mo Bei was taken into the arms of the skirmisher.

What to think, he shouldn't feel sad. Ah San should be happy that they can fulfill their agreement.

Right…

——Xumi, Teaching Order——

The two came to a heavy door and knocked.

"Wow--" The door opened automatically, like a monster opening its mouth, trying to swallow the two of them into boundless darkness.

The skirmisher took a step forward and turned back.

"Asan..."

"Don't cry. I will come to you - this is our agreement."

After he finished speaking, he smiled. The smile was relaxed, the smile was joyful, the smile was like being embraced by flowers and sunshine - the smile was... as if he was still the "wonderful person" who once walked on the tartar sand.

"I see."

Time went back hundreds of years again, and young Mo Bei watched Qingqi embark on the "promised" journey like this.

……

"Scaramucci, have you thought about it clearly? I thought you would be stumbling over that child." The doctor chuckled, "I remember you said at the beginning that you wanted to get rid of certain 'useless things'."

"There's so much nonsense." The soldier sat consciously on the operating table and unbuttoned his clothes.

The clothes slipped off, revealing her white back. But if you take a closer look, you can find some clues: thin scars - traces of experiments left by the doctor.

The experimenter held the precision instrument and treated it with as little mercy as a white mouse. He knew that the doll would not die so easily, and the skirmishers also knew this.

"What an excellent 'vehicle'."

Just like the child who wanted to save the doll and begged to be his experimental subject.

……

Outside the door, Mo Bei waited all night among the stars and moon.

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