Night Talk Hundred Stories

Seeing that the child's face gradually improved, Qinghe asked, "You are not of pure tapir blood, are you? Why do you live in this place?"

The child turned his head away, refusing to speak.

Hei Yao glared at the child: "It's just a little beast with no magic power, now I'm afraid it's going to suck the dreams of mortals again?"

The child retorted angrily: "Nonsense! I have half of tapir blood in my body! I won't just eat other people's dreams!"

Qinghe chuckled, took Hei Yao's hand and said, "You should ask."

The child became discouraged again when he heard this, why did he get involved?

Hei Yao then asked again: "What's your name?"

"Why did I tell you?"

"Because we told you too," Qing He said with a smile on the side, "My name is Qing He, and his name is Hei Yao. You see, since you know our names, we should know yours too."

Hei Yao didn't speak, but he didn't deliberately suppress the hostility around him. The child looked at him dejectedly, and simply sat on the ground, "...my name is Xiao Mo."

Hei Yao was quite satisfied with the other party's cooperative attitude. He led Qinghe to the stone bench next to him and sat down, hugged Qinghe in his arms, and said, "You're a tapir, you don't stay in the deep mountains and old forests, you run around and do things. What?"

Xiao Mo's eyes widened: "Aren't you running around too?"

Qing He patted Hei Yao's arm reassuringly, looked at Xiao Mo, and asked curiously: "Didn't it mean that the tapir would return to the forest after eating the nightmare of a man? Why have you stayed here all this time?" After a pause, he continued Added, "Also, I didn't have nightmares, why do you want to eat my dreams?"

Xiao Mo wrinkled his nose, "Nightmare is not delicious, but your dream is sweet and delicious."

Qinghe immediately showed a clear expression, nodded and said: "Sugar is also sweet, and I also like to eat sweet."

After he nodded, he immediately realized that he hadn't got the answer yet, so he continued, "How did you get hurt?"

Xiao Mo said: "I was playing in the mountains a few days ago, and I was shot by a hunter...and he took me home."

"Orion is so powerful, how could he catch you?" Qinghe was a little surprised, then looked at Hei Yao and said, "Hei Yao has also met many Orion in the mountains, and he has never been hurt." As he spoke, his tone was unconscious A tinge of pride.

"I'm only a hundred years old, and this is the first time I've seen anyone," Xiao Mo protested unconvincingly, "How can I compare with that old monster?" As he spoke, he glanced guiltyly at the young man in black who was sitting upright.

Hei Yao didn't pay attention to what he said, he was immersed in the joy of being praised by Qinghe, when he saw Xiao Mo looking at him, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why?"

Xiao Mo immediately shook his head, looked at Qinghe and said, "What else do you want to know?"

Qinghe thought for a while, pointed to the hut beside him and said, "What's in there that you guarded so nervously just now?"

Xiao Mo glanced at it, his eyes slightly bent: "It's a child. I was caught back, and he has been taking care of me." Then he smiled happily: "Knowing that I am not a human being, how dare you do that?" Come close to me, really a child."

Because of Ruji's incident, Qinghe has more or less realized the obstinate idea of ​​mortals "if they are not of my race, their hearts must be different". Hearing what Xiao Mo said at this time, he also has a little more affection for the child who has never met. But after thinking about it, he couldn't help but frowned again: "But, don't you have to leave when you recover from your injury? Don't you want to play with him?"

"Why don't you want to? That's why I have been dragging my feet slowly." Xiao Mo pouted, "But now he is sick and can't play with me."

Hei Yao heard it strangely, "Could it be that you want to take this opportunity to heal your injury quickly, and then go back to the mountains?"

"Not at all!"

Xiao Mo immediately shook his head, "It's just that when I was injured, my mana was less than one-third of normal, and I couldn't even help him warm up, so I wanted to recover sooner."

"You don't want to go back?" Qing He was a little surprised.

"I also want to, but I'm going back... I'm afraid I won't see him again."

Xiao Mo said in a low voice, with a sad look on his face.

Tapirs are ancient mythical beasts. Although they live on dreams, they only leave the mountains and forests where they live once in a hundred years to go to the world to eat the nightmares of mortals. Xiao Mo has already spent a hundred years, and this time he returns to the forest. It will take another 100 years to come to Linzhou City again.

And a mortal does not have so many 100 years to wait.

Qinghe also frowned, leaned closer to Hei Yao's arms, and said something softly to Hei Yao.Hei Yao pondered for a while, then suddenly said: "If he recovers, how long can you stay?"

Xiao Mo thought for a while: "Then I won't be in a hurry to recover, it will probably take several months."

He looked at the two of them with an eager look: "Can you help me?"

Qinghe jumped down from Hei Yao's arms, and smiled at him: "It's not difficult."

In the dark room, the small body of the child lying on the bed was huddled up, the naked/exposed skin was glowing with unhealthy bluish white, Qinghe closed his eyes, and slowly diffused a trace of aura from the body until the child opened slightly. In the mouth, the blue light flowed, and the child's face gradually returned to ruddy.

Xiao Mo held his breath and watched from the side, not daring to let out a breath. Seeing that the child on the bed had returned to its former ruddy and cuteness, he let out a long sigh of relief, and looked at Qinghe with gratitude.

"You helped me, I want to thank you."

He looked at Qinghe seriously, "What do you want?"

Qinghe looked at the five or six-year-old kid trying to put on a serious adult look, and smiled all of a sudden: "I don't want anything, I have Hei Yao." As he said, he rubbed Xiao Mo's hair , probably felt that the hand felt good, and couldn't help rubbing it a few more times, "We scared you just now, so let's take this as an apology."

Xiao Mo stood obediently and let Qing He do it, "Thank you."

In the night, the little boy's figure slowly lowered, and gradually he prostrated himself on the ground. His body slowly shrank into his clothes, and the coarse cloth coat turned into the thick fur of a small animal in an instant.

The animal that looked somewhat like a little tiger stretched out its tongue and licked Qinghe's palm, took a deep look at the two of them, then turned around and jumped onto the bed, then quietly curled up beside the person on the bed, closing its eyes sleep with him.

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"Xiao Mo said that he devoured the dream with a trace of spiritual consciousness stored on the lantern. Why didn't I notice it?"

Qinghe muttered with some dissatisfaction.

Hei Yao smiled: "He didn't have any malice in the first place, and because of the injury, his spiritual power was greatly reduced, and his aura was really weak. If I hadn't looked carefully at the lantern tonight, I would never have noticed it. Arrived."

"Okay." Qinghe nodded, and suddenly stretched out his hands towards Hei Yao. Hei Yao was taken aback, and then stretched out his hand to hug him in his arms. After doing this, Hei Yao's hair feels so comfortable!"

Hei Yao was not annoyed, he let him go after he stopped, and said: "If one day you grow taller, it will be easier to touch my hair."

"Eh?!" Qing He's eyes widened in surprise, "Hei Yao, you've learned badly!"

Hei Yao walked a few steps with a smile, saw that the man didn't keep up, turned around and saw the young man in green clothes with cat eyes full of resentment, the smile in his eyes deepened, he stretched out his hand towards him and said: " Come quickly."

Qinghe refused to move, originally thought to avoid the other party and walk back by himself, but seeing the young man stretching out his hand towards him with a smile, he suddenly felt that he was childish, so he reluctantly walked forward and grabbed Hei Yao hand walked back with him.

"Okay, I won't laugh at you like that next time, okay?"

Qinghe glanced at Hei Yao, and said sullenly: "...it's useless to grow so tall, so I don't want to grow taller."

"Yes, Qinghe doesn't want to grow up, I just want to grow up alone." Hei Yao saw that Qinghe's fair face was about to turn red, and finally comforted the other party as if he had realized his conscience, "This is also very good, Xiao Xiao One of them, hold it in your hand."

Qinghe pinched the big palm holding her with all her strength: "You are the little one!"

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The vegetation all over the mountain surrounded him with an unusually friendly and familiar atmosphere. Qinghe stood outside the cave, looking intently at the tall plane tree in front of him. The mist condensed all night, and the broad leaves had already condensed fine and dense. Dense drops of water.

He stretched out his hand carefully and spread it under the leaf, but the drop of dew couldn't condense, and the whole leaf was still covered with fine and dense mist.

Hei Yao was on the side, watching him frown and look distressed, and chuckled softly, Qinghe was even more distressed: "Why are you still laughing..."

Hei Yao laughed again, then stretched out his hand to shake the branch and leaf, the dew soon dripped onto the two of them——

Not just a drop.

Qinghe exclaimed in a low voice, pulled Hei Yao away from under the small rain curtain, and felt amused when he saw some crystal clear dew on the other's eyebrows, and stretched out his hand to wipe them off one by one.

Hei Yao lowered his head obediently, staring at Qinghe with a pair of pitch-black eyes. The urgent gaze of the wolves did not make the young man feel oppressed, but unexpectedly comfortable.

……

"Don't move..."

Hei Yao just wanted to turn his head to look at Qinghe's mumbled words in such a daze, but he felt the young man cuddled in his arms, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up, and he stretched out his hand to hug him even tighter. some.

The author has something to say: ——Little Theater——

Qinghe: (looking down) Hei Yao, look up for me.

Hei Yao: ...

Qinghe: Ahahaha I have finally grown taller! ~(≧▽≦)/~

……

Hei Yao: Qinghe, wake up, why are you laughing like this, are you dreaming again?

Qinghe: .../(ㄒoㄒ)/~~

Xiao Mo: Don’t underestimate the dream of teenagers who intend to grow taller~╮(╯_╰)╭

Mouse [-]: ...No my lines, I just came out to brush up the sense of presence. ╮(╯▽╰)╭

PS. Personally, I don’t think tapir is an animal...it’s not very cute, so Xiao Mo’s appearance was transformed into a tiger. Anyway, part of his body is also like a tiger...

"Shan Hai Jing" says: The tapir people live on dreams, and they are ancient mythical beasts with powerful power. According to the records of Tang Dynasty writer Bai Juyi in "Pan Ping Zan of Tapirs"-"Tapirs have elephant trunks, rhinoceros eyes, ox tails, and tiger feet. , born in the southern valley, 'sleeping its skin to ward off plague, and drawing its shape to ward off evil spirits', from this record, we can see the function of tapirs as divine beasts to ward off evil.

I'm really sorry for writing Xiao Mo so weak in the article.