Are you human?

The connector came earlier than Fu Lianyu had imagined. Before he had fully adapted to Fu Yu's rigid schedule, he received news that he had the opportunity to take advantage of the chaos and leave at the end of this pilgrimage to live an unrestrained life. Life.

Unfettered.

He looked at the distorted face reflected on the bright spoon. It looked like a human being, with a nose and eyes, and blinked at a certain frequency. Even the nose had breathing movements, but he couldn't make an expression, as if the maker didn't understand this. It's like a block, his brain can't control the facial nerves, no matter what he thinks in his mind, no matter how big the waves are, he always looks indifferent.

Unfettered?

"You're in a daze again." Fu Yu hit his head with the spoon he just licked, "Get tired of being dazed so quickly? I've been here for a long time."

Fu Lianyu didn't answer, and brought over the small dessert left in his hand. Fu Yu ate for a while and the remaining half of the cake was swallowed by him in two bites, leaving only some crumbs on the bottom of the plate.

"You are unreasonable!"

"Who couldn't sleep because of a toothache last night?"

"That can be cured immediately."

Fu Yu pouted and looked outside the door. He didn't like the small electric drill that he put in his mouth, and he also hated the unpleasant smell after his teeth were worn off. Small lights were hung all over the tree, which looked like stars.

The tree was actually connected to his mood, and the adults planted such a tree because they didn't want him to be bored, but the flowers on the tree had never fallen so badly before, they bloomed again after thanking, and the ground was covered in pink.

"You have to cherish your body." Fu Lianyu cleared away the dishes on the table, "It is rare to see a human body that has not undergone any transformation and is still living the old life."

Fu Yu propped up his hands to look at him, the smile on the corner of his mouth was a bit unreal: "Is it because you don't have one?"

With his back turned to him, Fu Lianyu didn't speak or make any other movements.

"Is it worth cherishing just because it is rare?"

Fu Lianyu remained silent, he had already gotten used to Fu Yu's outlandish thoughts, anyway, if he didn't talk to him, the story would be turned in a while.

After all, he is leaving. Before leaving, communicate less and keep a distance, so that the other party will not be greeted with too much sense of gap just after tasting some sweetness.

It wasn't until the silence lasted a little longer that he turned around, and there was no one sitting there.

empty.

Fu Lianyu thought, maybe even if he could make an expression now, he didn't know what to show.

The lights outside flickered suspiciously, and even shadows grew up. Fu Lianyu didn't pay attention, but keenly caught the sound of leaves, and rushed out with a stride, just in time to catch Fu Yu who had fallen from the tree. into his arms.

The child was obviously frightened, the rapid heartbeat and flushed face easily betrayed him, but Fu Yu just looked at him coldly, like when he was sitting in the hall, looking at the people kneeling towards him Like the pilgrims.

"If you didn't follow me, I would have fallen to my death. Is such a body good?"

Fu Lianyu looked at the person in his arms tightly pursing his mouth to prevent him from kicking, but it only made his breathing more disordered, his hair was disheveled, and the tips of his ears were so red that they were about to bleed.

He remembered that when he opened Fu Yu's mouth to check his teeth last night, those little hands still grabbed his clothes in fear, and the ears looked like this.

Fu Lianyu took off the leaves from his hair for him: "It's time to sleep."

Ignoring the other party's struggle, Fu Lianyu carried him back to the room forcefully, washed him forcibly, and pushed him into the bed.

Naturally, Fu Yu couldn't resist him, so he turned his back and didn't look at him.

"Good night, Fu Yu."

A group of black shadows slammed towards him with considerable force, and a scream of "ji" popped out of his head.

He accepted the rubber duck, which was almost worn out, as a gift, and was about to leave the room. When he stepped out the door, he heard a muffled "Good night, Fu Lianyu" from inside.

He hummed lightly, and after closing the door, he leaned against the door and looked up at the sky full of stars, each of which was of the same brightness, obviously fake, but Fu Yu was so happy that he clapped his hands around the tree with his bare feet. change.

He clasped his hands, trying to stop the throbbing.

But when he closed his eyes and opened them, it was full of that man's smiling face. Day and night seemed to be separated. As soon as the sun went down, the messenger from above disappeared with a "poof". The weird Fu Yu ran out, telling him that he was incapable of parrying.

Fu Lianyu stood outside the door for a whole night, behind him was the restless little guy, who was still in an ignorant posture before falling asleep, and now half of his legs were sticking out of the bed.

The night here is too quiet and quiet, he can hear Fu Yu's breathing clearly when he sleeps, he used to think that the so-called messenger is a scam, and the person sitting on the temple is a child raised in captivity on the top of the mountain, how can he understand the sorrow and joy of human beings , Now I know that the life behind him is so fresh and rich.

Let him be envious and happy.

In the twilight of the morning, the news of getting up was displayed on the screen again, Fu Lianyu slowly pushed the door open, Fu Yu was still awake, her long eyelashes cast shadows under her eyes, and her restless feet were exposed.

Fu Lianyu didn't pull the ear as usual, but clasped the other's ankle, but didn't expect that the foot retracted before the hand was fully tightened, and Fu Yu also straightened up.

"You, what are you doing?"

Fu Lianyu squinted his eyes. It turned out that the ankle was a sensitive place for the little guy, so he couldn't touch it.

"Get up, Messenger."

Only then did the little guy on the bed restrain his facial expression belatedly, but his hands were still stiffly wrapped around his chest with the quilt, not to mention the unnatural flushing on his face. Daydreaming.

"Don't touch me."

The boy glared at him, and jumped out of the bed from the other side. The trousers on one side were rolled up, revealing his straight and thin white legs, his ankles were covered with powder, and his toes were curled up on the ground.

Sensing Fu Lianyu's gaze, he kicked his feet twice to get his trouser legs down, and then tiptoed to change his clothes, probably because he had never done it himself before, the complicated clothes were a bit difficult to put on, and he almost lost his footing.

Fu Lianyu felt that he was probably bewitched by a ghost, and an inadvertent move released Fu Yu, who belonged only to him, in the morning. He didn't want to take any remedial measures, his eyes outlined the youthful body curves, His breathing became rapid.

It wasn't until Fu Yu couldn't figure out the headgear that Fu Lianyu walked over to help him straighten it up, and the other party also returned to his usual sense, without looking at him, just raised his feet, waiting for Fu Lianyu to put on his shoes .

"It's the last day."

As Fu Lianyu said, he was about to help Fu Yu, but was rejected. The young man stood up, stared straight ahead indifferently, walked out of the door step by step, and walked into the rain of flowers outside.

The lights on the trees were still on, but the light of day covered them, making them look pale.

Fu Lianyu took a look and followed the footsteps of the person in front.

Everything is as usual, except that there are indeed more people on the last day than in the previous few days. Those who have not received blessings are all fighting for this last day, otherwise they will have to wait for another three months.

Fu Lianyu followed the messenger to the seat, but when he was about to lock the shackles for him, he was grabbed by the messenger.

"I don't want this." The boy raised his eyes, the corners of his eyes were still red, "I hurt."

Fu Lianyu didn't agree, but he didn't move either. The two of them remained in a stalemate.

The pendant on the headdress collided with the wearer's movement, and the warm forehead was pressed against his chest, and the voice that came out was aggrieved and soft: "Fu Lianyu, please."

Fu Lianyu supported the shoulder of the man in his arms, made him sit upright, arranged the messy hair, and wiped the corners of his eyes: "Okay, don't lock this."

The brass bell had already rang, and it was time for Fu Lianyu to leave. He watched the child sitting there with the tassels hanging down to cover his eye-catching eyes, so that he would be less memorable.

It's just that those restless hands stretched out, they were very small, he could wrap two in one hand, the nails were round, and the knuckles were powdered, grasping something in the air, Fu Lianyu froze, and flicked his hand. fingertip, but the little finger was hooked: "Thank you, Fu Lianyu."

The curtain was drawn, and the hall was only lit by candles. The dark atmosphere under the stage made people feel suffocated. When Fu Lianyu left, he didn't dare to turn his head, fearing that if he turned his head, he wouldn't be able to walk.

But he couldn't let go of this opportunity. He tried every means to get himself out, not to go to another place where people were imprisoned.What's more, what's the point of staying here? The messenger will live for another four or five years at most, and will quickly decline due to the loss of such a rich supply.

No messenger can live beyond the age of 20. They are short-lived, leaving only the most delicate time.

The man behind him was no exception.

Before leaving, he glanced at the big tree in the middle of the yard again. The small pink flowers on the branch were blooming and falling. As he approached, the scent reminded him of Fu Yu talking in his ear, opening and closing his small mouth, lips Shiny.

Following Fu Yu's example, Fu Lianyu stretched out his hand to caress the trunk, only to see that the petals on the ground quickly withered and turned black, and sticky scorched matter also fell from the tree. The tree seemed to be dead. After drying out, the breath of wood will come.

He subconsciously felt that something was wrong, so he ran towards the original route. Reconnaissance planes flew from all directions in the yard, and the alarm sounded outside, all roads were blocked, and he had nowhere to go.

Could it be a trap?

Fu Lianyu only heard the restless voices outside getting louder. He was never allowed to make loud noises when he was on a pilgrimage. He thought that since he couldn't get away for a while, he had to find out what happened outside.

So he turned back the same way, and those reconnaissance planes didn't seem to be targeting him, and the way was unimpeded. When he reached the front of the temple, he realized what a mentally retarded mistake he had made.

How could he believe Fu Yu's words, the seats in front of the hall were empty, and there was no shadow of a messenger.