Master, who is looking through me?

Chapter 26

49,

Qing Mu began to disappear.He always runs out, playing and not knowing where to go, often asking me to go out and look for him after the sky gets dark.When I found him, he would be lazy again, and he would wrap around my wrist again, so that I could take him back without him having to exert any extra effort.

But it wasn't always after sunset that I went out to find him--this was the case.

When I found him, he was lying on the hillside basking in the sun, eyes closed, and I don't know if he fell asleep.Surrounded by a large area of ​​ravaged flowers.

I walked over, only to find that there was still a small bouquet of light-yellow flowers on his chest—fresh and intact, carefully guarded by his lapel.

My shadow was cast on his face, blocking his light.

He slowly opened his eyes, lay down like this, then took the small bouquet from his chest, raised it high, "here."

He didn't even need to use much effort to crush those weak flowers, but they were always floating in the wind at his fingertips.

For some reason, I felt some urgency in my heart, urging me to pick up those flowers.

"Why, what's so special about these flowers?" I took those flowers in my hand and looked at them carefully.

All the flowers on the slope were destroyed, except for the few in my hand, or in other words, the few that were just taken from his lapel.

"It's nothing special, but..." He curled his lips into a smile, looking in a good mood, "I want to leave it to you."

At that moment, there seemed to be a dark red flash in his eyes, but when I looked again, his smiling eyes reflected the bright sky, shining brightly.

He squinted his eyes and hooked his lips, looking very lazy and comfortable, which made my heart itch.

"Come on." He patted his side at the right time.

So I also imitated his appearance and lay down, stretching my arms and legs.

The sun is just right, making people lazy and drowsy.I gradually became confused.

In a trance, someone hummed an unfamiliar tune in my ear, strange and melodious, with lingering mystery, bewitching and sinking.

"What are you singing?" I seemed to hear myself asking in a daze.

"Singing... the ballads of my hometown."

"Hometown?" I faintly felt that something was wrong, but my mind was already dizzy, and I almost fell asleep, and I couldn't separate my thoughts to explore those weird places.

"Well, those mortals call the place where they were born home, don't they?"

"..." My thoughts seemed to be frozen, and I had no idea what the man was talking about.

The voice stopped talking, and the unfamiliar tune sounded again.

After a while, the voice asked again: "Does it sound good?"

"Hmm..." I replied vaguely.

"If I leave, would you like to come with me?"

……

"Where are you going?" I heard myself say.

……

No one answered.

Darkness finally captured me.