MTL - Non-Human Sub-district Office-Chapter 83 Fanwai

Fan Waiyi

Lin Mu packed up the shredded things in the house that Qin Chuan moved back, and prepared to move directly to the wilderness.

The trees cleaned up the debris in the attic, and when they were next to them, they pulled their hind legs from time to time, and then they were also taken to the side of the wilderness.

"Don't give trouble to the forest!" said the little ginseng.

"It doesn't matter." Lin Mu took a small ginseng's head, and his hands and feet were skillfully sorting things.

Emperor House picked up a booklet that had just been put in a box and said: "This book has been watching for a long time."

Lin Mu looked at it: "It’s all my childhood."

Mother did not want to throw it, even after he threw away some of it, the mother would take the book out of the trash can, clean it up and then properly collect it.

Lin Mu looked at the book and recalled it. He said: "When I was a child, I liked to doodle some things, and my mother simply collected them and booked them."

"In her words, it is the traces of growth that must be kept for future generations and loved ones."

Lin Mu said that he paused here, silently watching the box of crayons that had not been used up in his childhood. After a long while, he suddenly said: "In fact, it should be left for Dad to see."

The emperor was quietly sitting in the corner of the attic, and was also helping to sort things out.

His movements are also very unfamiliar, but in the end it is not as chaotic as the Imperial House, but the efficiency is slightly slower.

He heard the words of the forest, looked up, slightly bent his eyebrows, did not speak.

These things are indeed for him.

The emperor had already noticed it - Lin Xuezhen always believed that he did not die.

Emperor Hugh remembers that Lin Xueyan once told him that photos are a magic weapon to keep time.

The text is also.

So she likes to take pictures, likes to write a diary, secretly keeps her time, and waits to look through it later.

She also likes to show her heart and mind.

Like is like, hate is hate, love is love, she has always been straightforward and flamboyant, like the summer sun, blazing and unstoppable.

Only after having the forest, Lin Xueyu stopped writing diaries because he was worried about the existence of exposed trees.

So she took more pictures.

The entire attic is large and small, all of which are cartons, and these cartons are the time of the forest and Lin Xueying.

Lin Xueqi himself did not write a diary, and he wrote in the woods.

Even if Lin Mu didn't like to take pictures, he was still unhappy and pouted and was photographed by his mother.

Just open a carton, all of them are albums, books filled with all kinds of texts, and toys when I was a child.

Some are very good-looking, they are bought, and some are ugly, and they are made by Lin Mu and Lin Xueyan.

Later, those little toys became better and better.

The things in this dry, dark and crowded little attic, together with the pieces, will be able to see the full 18 years before Lin Xueyan’s death.

But Di Xiu has never been able to courageously complete the whole thing in the attic.

He knew that these things were not completely prepared for the forest to be able to look back.

Half of them - even more than half of them - are probably prepared by Lin Xueyan for him.

She believes that he is not dead.

If you don't die, you will always come back.

Maybe a few years, maybe a dozen years, maybe he will not appear when the forest is old.

But she still recorded all of this.

She wants to tell him her thoughts, her life, her experiences and everything about her.

Even if oneself has died, it is still full of hope. I want to catch a faint stream of water from the torrent of time, quietly collect it, wait for the shadow that I don’t know when I will return, and then show him .

Every time I think of Lin Xueyu's thoughts on how to keep these things, Di Xiu feels very timid.

When the timid came back for so long, they never dared to open these grayed days.

The Emperor House did not understand this.

He looked at the book that was a bit rough, and simply opened it -

Then I was a little surprised and snorted: "Imperial, isn't this you?"

Lin Mu and Di Xiu heard the same words, and got up and looked at the page of the album opened by the Emperor House.

There is a tree on that page.

A green tree, green branches stretched in five directions. The tree was painted with a fiery sun and blue clouds. The next big and small stickman held the hand.

With the crayon, the brush strokes are quite tender, and the names of these paintings are also seriously recognized: "The Big Tree Daddy."

The emperor looked at the painting, and the forest was stunned for a while, then scratched his head and said, "I don't remember when I painted it."

When I was young, there were so many things that I was so impressed with, and most of them were not pleasant experiences.

"But I liked painting very much when I was a child, because painting is much more interesting than writing." Lin said, turning his head to continue to clean up the box.

Emperor House turned over the album and held the plaque, presuming: "What is the psychic dream? It should be that the forest dreams of you."

The emperor slowly returned to the gods and nodded.

Psychic dreams are not particularly unusual, and the little monsters in their childhood can occasionally dream of some faint fragments of images that are usually derived from the blood.

The Emperor’s house looked at the emperor’s eyes and simply slammed the album to him: “Look at it yourself, I went to the mountains to help.”

Emperor House and Qin Chuan promised that the mountain **** should stay here to help him recover the mountain, so for the time being, it is necessary to stay in the Central Plains. The Imperial House is full of cause and effect, and the risk of staying in the Central Plains is much less than the risk of the Great Wilderness.

Emperor Yu looked at the Emperor’s house and walked down. He looked down at the album in his hand and gently rubbed it. He heard the rasping sound of the forest pulling the tape and looked up and said, “Take the mother together.”

The forest cut off the account, sealed the carton, and did not lift the head: "Of course."

The father and son both packed up the pieces of the house and fixed them, and then handed the house to the Xuanjing, who helped in the mountains.

"Let's go to the cemetery," Lin said.

Yan Xuanjing took a look at the sleepy sleep of the emperor, and simply went with the forest.

Emperor Xiu was sitting in the co-driver in a daze, holding a picture book that had just been turned out.

When he arrived at the cemetery, Emperor Yi took the lead and got off the bus.

Lin Mu paid the money and pulled Lahu Xuanjing. The two stayed in the management room at the door.

The cat in the management room is still so embarrassed. When I see the forest, I will come up, and the softness will fall on his feet. The tail is surrounded by the ankles of the trees, and the screams of screaming.

The wood simply sat on the steps, while licking the cat and telling his clients that he was no longer doing green plants.

The street office already knew what he was leaving, and he didn’t say much, but he was unceremoniously deducting his salary this month.

Yan Xuanjing stood on one side, staring at the woods and licking the cat, and looking up at the emperor in the cemetery.

It was not the same as when I came to the cemetery.

This time, Di Xiu is not only a virtual shadow, but a human shape that is really solid.

He stood there and looked so thin and helpless in the autumn sun.

Lin Mu’s action on the phone stopped and looked up at the cemetery.

Emperor Xiu has already collapsed and is looking at the photos on the tombstone.

"I still can't even talk about it." Lin Mu's eyesight was excellent. He looked at the daddy staring at the tombstone in the cemetery and sighed. "The coward."

Yu Xuanjing’s line of sight was withdrawn, raising his hand and picking up the raccoon cat that was rolling in the arms of the forest, and threw it aside.

"The last time I said nothing." Linmu slightly turned his head. "I guess after I left, he still said nothing."

"What to say?" Yan Xuanjing was a bit confused about the words of the forest. "There is no soul in the tomb, and nothing can be said."

"It’s not a question that cannot be conveyed." Lin Mu stretched the sleeves of Lahu Xuanjing and dragged him down and said, "The tombstone is just a matter of giving birth to a stranger."

Many people have a lot of words that they can't talk to, but they can say a lot before the tomb of the dead.

Complaint, miss, hate, malice, joy...

Dead people can always accept everything in silence.

"Dad should have a lot of words to say to my mother." Lin Mu held his fists in both hands, overlapping his chin and squinting in the autumn sunset. "Don't say, probably because it didn't really release the mother's death." Let's go."

Yan Xuanjing heard the words, looked up and looked at the emperor in the cemetery, and could not understand the feeling.

Lin Mu looked at Xuan Xuan Jing and sighed slightly.

He is understandable.

Dad certainly can't let her mother die.

- Because the mother always has hopes and leaves without knowing whether there is any end to the end.

If it is an accident, if it is the end of life, if it is a completely foreseeable death, then as a monster that often faces death, of course, can accept it.

It was like a little monster who had accepted the death of his brother.

But my mother’s death is not the case.

She is waiting, looking forward to hope.

She carefully left the time that Diugh had not participated in, waiting for him to go home and wanted to give him a surprise.

But she has not waited yet, and her life has already withered.

It’s like Lin Shu knows that when Emperor Hugh is still alive –

"You are coming late," Lin said at the time. He said, "It's too late."

Emperor Xiu rummaged through the study, groping through the things in the attic, satisfying the traces of the traces of time, but never had the courage to fully spread it out, and accepted it with pleasure.

Once these are completely received, Lin Xueqi’s reality of dying in the long wait will be overwhelming and he will be avoided.

"The coward." Lin Mu said once again, sighing with the hand of playing Xuanjing, the old-fashioned sigh, "still too little experience!"

Yan Xuanjing's slight side, holding the hand of the forest backhand, and his ten fingers, reminded: "According to the age of Cheng Jing, Emperor Xiu said three or four thousand years old."

"But he really came out to contact the outside world for a few more years." Lin Mu counted, then nodded, "even shorter than me, after all, Dad has been shut down for so many years, these years are not counted."

The old monster who lived for three or four thousand years will not be dragged by this kind of emotion, Lin Mu thought.

Fear of guilt and apology that will be carried, or even escaping, is not something that a mature man will do.

The emperor, who was in a daze in front of the tombstone, sighed softly.

- Lin Mu can not suppress the sound, and after the restoration of the body, the demon power of the emperor took the two juniors to complete the whole story.

"...I was looked down on by my son." Di Xiu looked at the tombstone and sighed.

Then he whispered: "But he is right."

After the rehearsing of this sentence, Emperor Hugh made a good stay for a while. After a while, he whispered: "It was very painful at that time, but I came over and didn't die."

"But I couldn't escape." Dixiu whispered, "But my luck is much better than that of the Imperial House. He has to stay in the present to avoid causality."

My luck is better than Qinchuan, better than Nie, and better than Nie.

When Emperor Yi thought about it, he said, "It’s better than returning home."

Zhaigui chased the wife for four hundred years, and he was lucky to come.

"I am very lucky." He said with a smile, light and faint, "If you live, you can be better."

unfortunately.

There are ten or eight things in life.

"I still want to thank you for believing me."

After all, Lin Xueyu still could not wait for him.

The emperor was silent again.

He looked at the photo on the tombstone for a long time, finally took out the key that the forest gave him, opened the small pedestal under the tombstone, and took out the urn inside.

"I remember you said that you really want to see what the Great Wilderness is like."

Emperor Xiu carefully cleaned the box and gently clicked on the box.

"I will take you home."

The author has something to say: Suddenly I feel that this chapter is quite appropriate as a text.

Forget it, all the same _(:3∠)_

The next time I write about the Emperor House, or is it Nie Shen? Hesitating.jpg2k