Wanlong Mountain is a steep mountain with dense trees, but at the top of the mountain, there is still a large open area with vines of green grass and brilliant wild flowers. There are only a few strange-shaped stones. Occasionally, birds will land on it, and squirrels will play.
The sunlight fell on his face, which was very warm and comfortable, just like a mother's hand gently stroking him. Suddenly, his eyes suddenly opened and he looked coldly at the figure in front of him that was blocking the sun.
"Ah -" the owner of the figure subconsciously took a step back, a look of panic flashed on his face, and said nervously, "I'm sorry, I, I just came here to pick up my windmill -"
It is a child of about six years old, wearing a pink coat, with two buns on his head tied with the same ribbon. He has a beautiful windmill in his hand, which is being blown by the mountain wind.
She looked very much like her sister, but she was prettier. Her eyes were watery, like clear springs in the mountains, without any impurities. Although she was scared, she still looked at him curiously, without any hostility in her eyes.
Xuan Jinmo closed his eyes again and ignored the girl. She was at the age of fifteen, when she was indifferent to matters between men and women, especially when there was only a six-year-old child in front of her. She was too lazy to care, and sometimes she would do it on the mountain.
When meeting strangers, he always stays silent.
The girl didn't seem to be planning to leave, she just stood there quietly, looking at Xuan Jinmo with her eyes closed, breathing slowly.
Xuan Jinmo opened his eyes again and looked at the girl coldly, with an expression of rejection and indifference.
"My name is Xiaoye." The girl's voice was a little childish, but very sweet.
Xuan Jinmo ignored her, as if to say: What does your name have to do with me? Besides, I didn't ask you. You'd better go away. I don't welcome you very much.
The girl seemed to understand what he meant, but she still didn't leave.
After a while, the girl slowly said: "Sister Hui fell and was injured, can you help us?"
Xuan Jin closed his eyes silently, pretending not to hear anything.
"Please, big brother, we were out playing, and Sister Hui fell and was injured. If my parents find out, they will scold her." Xiaoye begged softly, walking closer to Xuan Jinmo,
Pouting her little mouth, "Is that okay?"
Xuan Jin hesitated for a moment and said nothing, but opened his eyes and stood up.
Xiaoye immediately put on a bright smile, reached out to hold Xuan Jinmo's hand, and said happily: "I knew you were a good person, Sister Hui said, don't talk nonsense to people you don't know, but you are a good person, Sister Hui
Right over there.”
Xuan Jinmo paused for a moment, as if he wasn't used to being so close to others. He wanted to pull his hand away, but saw Xiaoye's bright smile, which reminded him of his sister. He sighed in his heart, and his hand also
Just let Xiao Ye hold it.
About a hundred meters away from where he was meditating, there was an older girl lying on the ground, about ten years old, taller and fatter than Xiaoye, with a round face and a very happy face. At this time,
Frowning, he looked at his right foot in frustration.
"Sister Hui, I asked someone to come and help." Xiaoye smiled, holding Xuan Jin's hand with one hand, and holding his windmill firmly with the other hand, "The brother I met next to the windmill,
He promised to help us."
Ah Hui raised her head and glanced at Xuan Jinmo. She didn't recognize him, but he was very handsome. It was just cold. Although the sun was shining brightly above her head, Ah Hui couldn't help but shudder. This man
, or in other words, this boy's eyes are like icebergs.