Mud people

Shen Silai stood by the bridge, the other shore flowers were everywhere, people came and went on the bridge, and there was an endless stream, only he stood for a long time, dressed in white clothes, in sharp contrast with the red on the ground.

He suddenly felt that the corner of his sleeve was being gently pulled and pulled. He lowered his head and saw that it was a fairy boy, about six or seven years old in the mortal world, with delicate features.

"What are you waiting for?" the fairy boy said.

"I don't know."

"Then why do you have to wait?" Xian Tong's eyes turned and turned on Shen Slai, and his small mouth pouted slightly unintentionally.

It stands to reason that after drinking the mother-in-law's decoction, he can't remember anything anymore, it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this...

Shen Xilai did not speak, but did not leave, standing there stubbornly.

Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, Xiantong ignored him and turned around to help her mother-in-law scoop up the soup.

He suddenly heard a sound on the bridge, and almost reflexively looked towards the sound, and his heart beat a few times faster.

He searched over and over again, for a short distance, walking slowly and slowly, for fear of missing someone.

No.

He himself didn't know who to look for, but he knew that he was not here.

He lowered his eyes, still standing by the bridge, feeling a sense of loss in his heart, but he still refused to leave.

The voice seemed to refuse to go around him, and it sounded again.

"Who is the young master waiting for?" The voice was still light and clear.

Shen Xilaiyou looked back, there was still a stream of people on the bridge, and the only person was holding a clay figurine in his hand, looking at him with a smile, as if he was the only one among the shadows.

"Wait for you."

The author has something to say: I suddenly had the idea of ​​making a fairy sequel in the future Σ(っ°Д°;)っ