Yu Xing's eyes fell and stopped on the boy's feet.

The boy's thin and protruding ankles stretched out from his trouser legs, and then down, he put on a pair of red cloth shoes.

Among the dim tones from beginning to end, only this pair of cloth shoes is so bright that it seems to be not in the same layer, so that at first glance, you can almost ignore the existence of the boy and only see the red cloth shoes that suddenly appear in the night.

Because of the change of perspective, Xiao Yulan used two small short hands to support her from Yu Xing's arms, half twisted her body, raised a cute smile, and greeted the boy: "Hello, little brother."

The voice is filled with the resentment of the resentment of the resentment.

She is not a good person. Although she is now full of the cute smiles unique to children, she is even more popular with her jade-like makeup, but in her eyes, she only has the rejection and malice of the boy.

Maybe it's the same-sex repulsion.

The boy didn't speak for a while.

Xiao Malan turned her head and asked, "Big brother, would it be good to give the little puppet to this little brother? He doesn't look like a toy."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Xing felt a furry touch from the little tiger doll in his hand, which was almost the same color as the boy.

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Xiao Bu Tiger was watching him.

Literally looking at him.

The little head of the cloth tiger was lifted up at some point. The eyes that were originally sewn with cloth disappeared, but instead they were a pair of naked eyes. The dark eyes turned left and right, and then suddenly frozen on Yu Xing.

But Yu Xing really felt that he had grabbed a hand.

It was some kind of fur. His fingers could also feel the shape of the bones behind a layer of skin from the gaps in the hair.

The boy's head moved.

In this era when the body and hair were considered to be the parents, both men and women had long hair, but the young man's hair seemed to be cut off by stranded wire or copper scissors. It was uneven and only had the length of his chin.

The hoarse voice of a young man who was in the voice change period came from this embarrassed and pitiful little body, calm and numb: "I don't want it, toy."

Yu Xing became interested: "Then what do you want?"

The boy did not answer.

It seems that he neither wants to step forward nor leave.

Little Malan said: "Big brother, he has followed you for a long time, starting from entering this street."

"Oh?" Yu Xing pretended that he had not sensed the colder temperature around him and the sudden appearance of the yin energy behind him before, and tilted his head with interest, "So, why should the young boy who doesn't want toys follow me?"

The boy still had the same tone without ups and downs: "I don't, follow you."

Pause for two seconds: "Just, the same way."

When Yu Xing said the first sentence, he had not yet felt it. After listening to the next two sentences, he found that the boy seemed to rarely speak, his pronunciation was a little strange, and it was difficult to form coherent words.

"Ah~ I'm just on the same road, it turns out that I misunderstood you." Yu Xing smiled, "I'm so sorry, I can walk this road, and of course others can walk too."

Little Malan: "But this little brother has been watching you, he is obviously following you."

He had clearly been staring at the elder brother's back with his cold eyes, silently, just like the wild dog that had been entrenched in the end of her alleys.

The dog doesn't bark, and many children like to provoke it and make fun of it when they pass by.

But my mother told her that she must not get close to the dog, because a dog that does not bark is fierce.

Later, the dog bit a lonely child to death, ate the child's internal organs, and was beaten to death by the child's grandfather with a stick.

She saw it all.

The little magnolia was put down.

She looked up at Yu Xing, and then Yu Xing touched her head.

Yu Xing bent down and said to her, "It's okay, my brother is having something wrong now. You go and play with the uncle who looks very similar. They should be together. You should find them to know each other and tell them that you can send me a letter now."

It doesn't have to be a letter, it's OK to say it.

"Oh, okay." Xiao Yulan looked at the boy with a gloomy look.

The little girl did not care whether she was sent away or not, but she agreed to be a messenger for Yu Xing, so no matter when Yu Xing was sent to her.

"You can go to the clinic to check it out first. If not, go find it elsewhere." Yu Xing reminded.

Zhao Yijiu was in this dark night full of shadows, and she could directly move her movement ability. After finding Zhao Mou, she might appear in any corner of the town.

"I understand." After responding, Xiao Malan's body turned into a burst of white smoke and dissipated into the air.

The breath of the little magnolia disappeared quickly.

Yu Xing stood up straight and blinked at the boy: "If you are on the same road, why not walk together?"

The boy witnessed the scene where he asked the little Magnolia to leave, and his hands that were nestled in his sleeve seemed to be clenched.

He said, "I don't want to be with you."

But after he refused, he stood there again without moving, neither moving forward nor backward, as if he had to wait for Yu Xing to continue walking in front of him.

Yu Xing pinched the furry cloth tiger in his hand and tried to make it clean: "Then are you following me?"

"I don't." The boy's hoarse voice was as always, "It's the same way."

If this continues, it will be like car talk in turn.

Yu Xing curled the corners of his lips and walked straight towards the boy.

The boy's body was tight and his head lowered, staring at his red cloth shoes.

Yu Xing walked around the boy.

"In this way, you walk ahead, is this OK?" Once you get closer, Yu Xing's height is fully exposed. He looked down at the back of the boy's messy head with condescending hair and chuckled, "Also, I don't like this gift you gave me."

As he said that, he put the cloth tiger on the boy's shoulder.

As soon as the cloth tiger left his hands, it suddenly changed.

The illusion of the little mutton faded away, and a furry and chubby gray mouse squinted, shook his nose on the boy's shoulders, smelled the boy's neck, and rubbed it intimately.

"Look, it's the same color as you." Yu Xing leaned over, curled his head and wanted to see the boy's expression at this time, and he looked like a bad young man who bullied a poor child.

Oh no, it's a bad umbrella.

He asked with a smile: "You raised it, right?"
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