Questions and Returns - Looking for him thousands of times in the crowd

In the distance, Su Xun looked at the lazy figure on the tree, slightly curled his lips, revealing an imperceptible smile.

Could it be him.

Whether it is or not, we will find out tonight.

In a hurry last night, I didn't even notice if this guy had disguised himself.

But he noticed the hand on the side, slender and slender, white and clean, which did not match his face.

Who knows.

Su Xun looked at the sky and thought: Maybe it's because I miss him too much.

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Liu Fan was woken up again.

No, it was awakened.

Opening his eyes, General Song, who had killed a thousand swords, was holding a thick and long whip, and was about to strike for the second time.

Liu Fang hurriedly endured the pain and jumped down from the tree, grabbed the whip with one hand and put the other on his waist. At first glance, he looked like a little ruffian.

"General Song, can you stop fighting?"

"Why can't you fight?" Song Rong blushed, obviously annoyed.

"Of course you can't beat it, what if it breaks." If you whip the whip a few more times, I won't have a place to sleep at night, of course you can't beat it.

General Song let go of his whip and said angrily, "I won't beat you if you're lazy! Add another hour to the training time!"

Liu Fan: "..." Just know.

I want to find fault and say it...

So, while little boy Liu Fang was still training, the other soldiers had already finished their day's training and looked at him leisurely.

Then they all sighed with emotion: This kid has no expression until now.

Tsk tsk, it's so cold.

Su Xun in the distance suddenly felt distressed.

It won't tire him.

The indifferent Ninth Prince began to blame himself deeply.

He meditated on his sins in his heart, then waved his hand to order the training to end, and began to eat dinner.

The onlookers dispersed one after another, and General Song also went to eat. Seeing that there was no one around, Liu Yan's indifferent expression gradually relaxed, his legs softened, and he fell directly on the training ground, with only a pair of eyes blinking slightly, looking at Sky.

After recovering some strength for a while, Liu Yu stood up tremblingly, and walked towards the tree that had been drawn with a mark.

Gently touching the mark, Liu Fan took out a little gauze from his clothes and wrapped it around it, as if he was treating a person who had been stabbed but didn't make a sound.

The marks were gradually covered by the gauze.

No matter how indifferent a person is, there will be tenderness.

Circle and circle, one after another, and finally tied a knot.

"Do you have a name?"

Liu Fan looked at the tree in front of him, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was treating a friend he just met.

"My name is Liu Fang."

"I like a person very much. He is very good-looking and gentle."

"Maybe he's being bothered."

"Maybe it's not his fault, but a lot of people like him, and I'm envious."

"I don't envy him being pursued by many people. I envy those who pursue him, who can stand beside him, but I can't."

"You know what, I like a guy."

"I don't know why, but I fell in love with it."

In the distance, there was the chatter and laughter of comrades-in-arms, and the leaves trembled, covering the afterglow of the setting sun that shone on Liu Fang's body.

Liu Yan smiled, "I'm so crazy, I sneaked here just to take a look at him from a distance. Obviously, I know that I have no future with him."

"But I'm really in love with myself, I can't forget him, and I can't let him go."

"I really like him, I really like him..."

Tears fell down, soaking the soil.

Liu Fan didn't know why either.

I have been calm since I was a child, but now I have cried several times in two months.

Silently, the branches gently surrounded Liu Fan, comforting the sobbing Liu Fan one by one.

Liu Fan looked up in surprise, completely forgetting to cry.

Seeing that Liu Fan was no longer crying, the tree slowly retracted its branches, and the retracted leaves gently brushed its cheeks, wiping away a teardrop.

Ah, right.

Brother Dao had taught himself to use the spirituality of all things to talk to them.

"Thank you." Liu Fan touched the tree lightly, and the leaves trembled a few times.

"You're welcome."

The author has something to say:

Hahahaha fantasy supernatural event? !

Liu Fan: "Eh, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."

Tree: "Hug and don't cry."

Su Xun: "My wife, you don't want me anymore!"