Grandpa is such a bunny

The horseshoes kicked up the wind and snow, and Tubo sat firmly, not even seeing the slightest hesitation, his eyes staring at Ji Tong who was getting closer, his handsome brows contained extremely calm gloom, and faced a man who repeatedly tried to cut him As far as an enemy of flesh and blood is concerned, his patience is almost exhausted.

——Don't kill him, you have to live well.

The repeated murmurs were like an awl piercing Tubo's chaotic and painful head, his forehead was covered with sweat, and there was a faint voice in his heart, screaming heart-piercingly—forget about him, don't Remember him again...

The smile on Ji Tong's lips disappeared the moment Tubo drove up, his shoulders were hit by the hard shaft, and there was a dull pain from his shoulders to his chest. He rushed aside and rolled into the snowdrift, turning his head Cough up a mouthful of blood.

Just after hitting him, the carriage will stop.

Half of Tubo's body was exposed from the edge of the carriage, and the bamboo hat covered most of his face, only a sharp and cold chin and a slightly thinner lip could be seen.

Ji Tong crawled out of the snow in embarrassment, and put on his smile again, "You won't kill me."

Tubo's throat suddenly surged with blood, he swallowed hard, tasted the taste of iron in his mouth, the injury from falling into the deep valley has not healed yet, at this time it is more like being severely injured again, the heart and even the head are screaming sharply pain.

"I will." Tubo said, raised his hand and pushed Du Yun's big face in to see what was going on.

Ji Tong's smile disappeared from the corners of his lips, his body was skinny, and he looked more mean and gloomy when he didn't smile, "This is the third time I've come to beg you, and there will be no next time. Now I have more For the important thing, I have to let you go first, but remember, I will definitely get her Dan Yuan."

Tubo stared at him with dark eyes, raised the whip, and reprimanded the horse to pass him.

The dark red blood seeped into the snow drop by drop, and Ji Tong rubbed the small bones on his wrist fascinatedly, "It will be soon, wait a minute."

The carriage set foot on the snowy and silent official road again, and further south, the snow was light.

After a long time, Du Yun heard only the sound of wheels crushing the snow outside, poked his head out, grabbed Tubo's sleeve, and asked, "Who is that brother——"

His movements were very light, but unexpectedly he pulled Tubo backwards and fell down.

"Tuber? Old Tu, don't scare me!" Du Yun hurriedly supported him, and asked the police inside to go out to take his place and drive, and the remaining one dragged Tubo into the car with him.

Du Yun hurriedly untied his coir raincoat and bamboo hat, only then did he realize that Tubo was drenched all over, and his wet clothes were sticking to his body with frost, and ice shards and shards would fall off when he touched it.

His body was as cold as ice bumps, Tubo's face was devoid of any color, his eyes were closed tightly, his brows were furrowed tightly, there was a bead of sweat on his forehead, his teeth were clenched, even though his face was in pain, he couldn't even He didn't even hum, it was too quiet.

He curled up, tucking his head into his stomach.This is a vulnerable and defensive posture. It seems that only shrinking oneself to the smallest size can relieve the discomfort of the headache that is about to explode.

"Have a headache?" Du Yun wrapped the quilt around him, "There is no alcohol in the car, can you hold it?"

Tubo snorted softly.

Du Yun thought he was still conscious and responded, smelling the rust, and looked down, only to find that blood was overflowing from the corner of his lips.

The bright red blood reflected his pale face, which was particularly shocking.

Du Yun was so frightened that his voice changed, "Tubai, wake up, don't scare me", he shouted outside the car, "How long is the nearest station?!"

Over the years since he realized it, his headaches have become more serious every time. This time he even vomited blood. Du Yun was almost scared to death. Hold on, we're almost home, soon."

Tubo's headache is getting worse, every nerve seems to be stabbed hard with a rusty file, the internal injury in the chest cavity that was healed seems to be showing signs of recurrence, the heart and lungs in the ribs are beating crazily, too fast, like Something wants to break through the body and rush out.

——Dan Yuan is here for you, don’t hate him, live well.

——Her Dan Yuan, I am bound to get it.

Numerous voices exploded in his ears, neurotic, gloomy, stubborn, sad and earnest, Tubo produced a deep sorrow in these intricate voices, and thought painfully—why give him Danyuan, let him Is it okay for me to be a rabbit...

Can taking out his Danyuan really bring back the dead...

If he took it out, wouldn't he have to endure headaches, and all the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys in the world, and the joys and sorrows...

If so, take it out...

He couldn't bear to pick his heart, but just put his hand on it, but it turned into a tight grip, no, if he turned into a rabbit, he would not be able to see that person, and he would no longer be able to understand what he said.

Tubo's face was pale, and he let out a vague murmur from his teeth.

Du Yun leaned over to listen, and heard what he said, Qianfan.

Qianfan...

Du Yun's eyes were filled with mist, and he was furious, "You're dying of pain, where is he, he didn't even come back with you, Tubo, forget about him, okay, don't torture yourself."

Tubo's eyes were tightly closed, and he kept murmuring those two words, as if this was the only consolation in his pain, and finally he passed out with this little consolation.

The snow in the north cannot blow to the south, but Du Yun hugged Tubo's body but felt the biting cold wind was about to drown him.

It was already six days later when the carriage, covered in frost, stepped into the territory of Luo'an City.

After receiving the news, Sun Xiao and Master went out of the city and waited before dawn, holding two large jars of spirits in their hands and holding two quilts in their arms. .

They strode forward with their things in their arms, touched the car door, and knocked off the icicles with their hands.

The door curtain was opened, and Du Yun sat in the corner of the car with a tired face, hugging the unconscious Tubo, who didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

Sun Xiao was frightened with trembling lips, and his voice was crying, "My lord, brother Tu, what's wrong?"

The master had a sullen face, calmer than him, strode into the car, picked up the wine jar and gave Du Yun a sip, then pulled him out from the corner and threw him to Sun Xiao for support, and stretched out his hand to press Tubo's carotid artery , "It's okay, don't brag, I guess I'm sick, let's talk about it when I go back."

Throw the wet and damp quilt out of the car, and wrap Tubo with the quilt brought from the Yamen, so that the coachman will speed up into the city while it is still early.

They walked away for more than two months, and when they came back, the new yamen was already slim, and met them like a big girl.

Two menacing stone lions were replaced at the gate, a plaque with red lacquer and gold characters was hung on the gate in style, flowers and birds were painted on the beams of the yamen lobby, and six red-painted beams and pillars stood majesticly in the spacious lobby, a change from the past. Poor looking, elated, very rich.

There are side rooms on both sides of the hall and backyard, and there are corridors under the front and back eaves, all the way to the bamboo forest with deep winding paths. A crescent-like water pool is built opposite the bamboo forest. Behind the pool is a rockery. It looks like a waterfall cascading down and falling into the pool.Sun Xiao had planted a pool of Wanlian in the pool, and now the weather is cold, only small pointed buds emerged.

But those who returned were either dusty or unconscious, and were sent to the bedroom before they had time to appreciate it.

There are also new tables, chairs and beds in the bedroom. After closing the door and retreating the other outsiders, there are only four people in the room who are easy to talk to.

The master sat by the bed and tried to pour some ginger soup into Tubo with a spoon. He saw the blood stains on the front of his clothes, and his eyes sank. He glanced at Du Yun who was drinking soup at the table, "What's going on? You met in the imperial capital. what?"

Sun Xiao looked at Brother Tu on the bed with distress, and with delicious food, he could only feed Mrs. Du who looked weak but was actually a little fatter.

When Du Yun was full, he lay down on the table to wake himself up for a while, and then he became weak. He briefly talked about the imperial court's martyrdom that was involved in Gao Chenfeng's case. In the city and sky prison, he saved himself from danger several times and five times. Only then did he realize it later, and a layer of cold sweat crawled down his spine.

"Almost, my lord won't be able to come back."

Sun Xiao was terrified when he heard this, and was frightened by him, so he fed two slices of beef jerky with sauce flavor into his mouth.

The master's expression was always sparse, but he was extremely sharp. He read his words again to ensure that there was nothing missing in the whole case, and then he was secretly relieved in his heart. After a while of silence, he asked, "Why did Tubo suddenly Sickness, and Zen Master Shanyue didn't come back with you?"

Hearing this name, Du Yun stopped chewing his cheeks, silently swallowed the beef jerky, restrained his sad expression, became serious, even a little solemn, with his back straight, his eyes passed through the table and chairs and fell on the quietly sleeping man on the bed. young people.

"I don't know what happened to them, but Zen Master Shanyue may not come back, don't mention this person in the future." Du Yun stared down at his fingers, as if he was thinking about something, after a while, he raised his eyelids, "I don't know whether it's right or wrong. I want to discuss it with you."

The master looked at him for a moment, then nodded, "Say it."

The winter in Luo'an City is much better than that of the Imperial City. Even at night, the wind is gentle, and without the chilling chill of the Imperial City, maybe this is home, and the home is always as warm as ever.

There is no cure for Tubo's headache, so he can only fall asleep like this, and wake up by himself when the pain passes, which is very miserable.

Seeing that he couldn't help, Du Yun thought a lot on the road. Sometimes he thought about the high-spirited and vigorous life when he was still young, and sometimes he wanted to nest in a small county town, guarding a side of mountains and rivers. Local people's feelings, neither salty nor light until the years are old.

A person's life is short, and confidantes and love are hard to come by. He silently stared at the sleepy young man, and imagined that the same is true of demons, such as the legendary demons in the storybook, and the mediocre and insignificant demons who waste time.

Thinking of this, Du Yun stood up, took out from his bosom the 'Book of Never Forget' that Tubo dropped in the carriage and carried with him all the year round, and said in a low voice, "Since that person won't come back again, I think Make a private decision to completely erase everything about this person from Lao Tu's memory."

Sun Xiao was young, didn't know love yet, and would blush when he saw a big girl, not to mention being told by Du Yun, he realized that his handsome and handsome brother Tu had such an attitude towards that monk who was born into the world with a god and Buddha. Thoughts, he subconsciously felt something was wrong, hesitantly said, "But Brother Tu seems to like Zen Master Shanyue very much."

Du Yun touched Mo Wangshu, and felt pain in a corner of his heart that had been covered with dust for many years. He retorted sharply, "Then why didn't he return to vulgarity?"

Likes are nothing, doesn't his father love his mother, but in the end he still left home for the sake of the Buddha in his heart, left his mother sick and tossed, and passed away alone in this world, and never saw the person who allowed her to grow old until his death.

Sensing that something was wrong with him, the master turned his heavy eyes on Du Yun's face.

Realizing that he lost his composure, Du Yun stretched out his hand and wiped his face, "I don't know if it's right, but I don't want him to follow in my mother's footsteps." He took a deep breath, "Master... what do you say, Master?"

The master has always been the most sober person among the four of them, he looked around the room, Sun Xiao hesitated to disagree, Du Yun was thoughtful with a dazed face, the young man on the hospital bed had painful brows, he thought for a moment, "I agree. "

Du Yun was surprised and raised his eyes to look at him.

Sun Xiao sat aside discouragedly, lowered his head, and the master walked up to him and patted his head.

Du Yun wanted to say something, but the master didn't look at him again. He was speechless, nodded, opened Tubo's Mo Wang book, tore out everything about Qian Fan, and accidentally saw Tubo's words about himself. Description, as if his fingers were scalded, he quickly closed Mo Wangshu, put it under the pillow, closed his eyes, and said silently in his heart, "Old Tu, if I do something wrong, you will blame me On your body... May you be carefree and be your rabbit."

The piece of paper was torn from the yellowed booklet, and the tiny scraps of paper were flying in the candlelight. Tubo closed his eyes and fell asleep, not expecting that someone had suddenly disappeared from his memory.

During the days when he got the Danyuan and turned into a human being, every time he got sick, someone disappeared in his life. Before he came to Luoan City, how many people and things he had met, maybe there were unforgettable, maybe There is also tenderness and touch, but as he wanders around the world and keeps waving goodbye to those people, those memories are finally forgotten in the dusty years with a splitting headache, and will never be recalled again.

All that remains of his demon life is his childhood memories of wandering and begging with that wild girl, being deceived, being surrounded and hunted down, and saying goodbye to the bloody girl.

Flying around, appearing again and again.

I don't know how many days and nights later, Tubo suddenly opened his eyes, his dark pupils were bottomless, pretending to be only a sense of loss and darkness.