Little Fairy Reincarnated Doesn't Love Me How to Break

Chu Guo remembered that he was obviously a sober fruit, so he should not be afraid of alcohol.But now, he feels like he is dizzy, his mind is not clear, his whole body is like being soaked in an old wine tank, he has difficulty breathing, "Help—", "Help—", like this The small voice shouted for a long time, but found that no one came to fish him out.The surrounding area is filled with a strong smell of wine, which should smell good, but it's too strong, so it doesn't smell good.The wine surrounded him so little, and the pungent smell of alcohol gradually paralyzed his nerves and penetrated into his bones and blood.

Am I not... sober... Sober fruit...

Chu Guo thought in pain, it hurts...it hurts...help me...

He still vaguely feels what's happening outside, but he's just a fruit, he can only feel it, but he can't express it.He is not a human being, not a fairy, but a fruit.

It's fine if you're a fairy, at least you can save yourself.

As Chu Guo thought about it, he felt himself being bitten by someone?And it just happened to bite his mouth—huh?How can I have a mouth?Then there was a whirl of dizziness, as if I fell from that very tall crabapple tree, and then, it seemed that someone was pressing on me...

He felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier, heavier than when he was drunk.I sank until everything around me was desolate, I almost lost all my senses around me, and my soul pulled away from my body...

Chu Guo suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked at the hollow carvings on the top of the bed, and couldn't recover for a moment.Looking at these patterns and colors, he vaguely recalled the crabapple tree in his dream, surrounded by large patches of red crabapple branches and leaves, he was hung between the trunks, and he, himself, turned into a fruit... Yes, sober up fruit?

Chu Guo felt a cold touch on his face, as if something had scratched his cheek.He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face, and he - actually cried.

Chu Guo is a person without much emotion, he doesn't seem to have the word crying in his memory, but today, because of a dream, he actually cried.

Like a ghost, he suddenly turned his head, and he saw the crabapple hairpin on the table that he had put on the table just now, and there was still a faint red lingering light on the hairpin.Chu Guo sat up from the bed, the night was cool, he was only wearing a thin coat, he forgot his shoes, barefoot, went to the window, picked up the crabapple hairpin.He held it tightly in his hand, his heart trembled slightly, as if in the dark, he had a deep blood connection with this hairpin...

The crabapple flower on the head of the hairpin seemed to be more alive with his closeness, and the petals seemed to stretch out. If you look closely, you will find that the color of the flower is a bit darker, as if it blooms and becomes thicker.

Fruits... crabapple trees... Changjue... too many things appeared in this weird dream.

Chu Guo always felt that connecting these words together would create a story, a story about him, even with him as the main character.

Thinking of this, Chu Guo lightly brushed the hairpin with his fingertips, and put it back to its original place.Turning around, I wanted to go back to the bed, but by a strange coincidence, I came back and took the hairpin in my hand.Looking at the crabapple flower on the head of the hairpin, he seemed to see a whole sea of ​​flowers blooming in front of him, all the surrounding scenery came alive, the dense branches and leaves stretched out, the petals in the dream were in the breeze, above the treetops, crumbling...

He carefully pressed the hairpin under his pillow.Accompanied by the phantom-like fragrance of crabapple flowers, which seemed to have substance, his nerves gradually relaxed.

Closing his eyes, there are still intricate and broken pieces in his mind, like a fruit plate broken on the ground, unable to pick it up... But surrounded by this faint, not so good smell, but it makes him inexplicably calming. , Chu Guo turned sideways, wrapped the quilt tightly around his body, the tears at the corners of his eyes had dried up, he gradually breathed steadily, and fell asleep.

This night, no more dreams.