Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

38-2

There were many forks in the road at the entrance of the village. After walking a few steps, he saw a tall and majestic figure on the small road leading to the city. The figure was lying under the distant mountains, with heavy luggage at his feet.

The man had strong shoulders, and the muscles under his cloth coat were covered with shiny sweat. Even without exerting any strength with his arms, he looked strong enough to pick someone up and toss him with one hand.

He seemed to have seen Xue Yu, and even ignored the pile of luggage full of things. His sturdy hips moved three or four times, and he walked up to him in a few steps, lowered his head, and called in a low voice: "Xue Yu."

Before Xue Yu asked him what was going on with all this stuff, he heard him say, "I miss you so much."

Xue Yu was stunned for a moment, and when he reacted his jaw dropped to the ground in shock.

He was still thin-skinned and didn't know how to respond. He looked away with his eyes full of spring water, and replied uncomfortably: "...Don't say such things to me. Besides, didn't we just meet last night?"

Cheng Chi must have not rested well last night. His eyes were dark and his voice was sleepy. He looked at Xue Yu and said in a muffled voice, "I don't know. I just miss you a lot."

"Okay, think about it," Xue Yu was convinced by him. He said this and turned to leave. He saw Cheng Chi still standing there in a daze. He took a deep breath with his ribs lifted, turned around and asked slowly, "...What's wrong with you?"

He could see that something was wrong with Cheng Chi, and it seemed that if he didn't find someone to vent his feelings, he would get sick.

Although Cheng Chi was not the target of his mission, spoke strangely and was a bit clumsy, it was still no problem to let him be the tree hole.

Cheng Chi clenched his hands, paused for a long time, and then revealed his destination in front of the beautiful young widow: "I'm going to the city."

Xue Yu was stunned for a moment, then said with some amusement: "Isn't that a good thing? Whether studying or working, the future is better than here."

Cheng Chi's throat rolled slowly, and his lungs suddenly felt stuffy as if they were flooded. Before he confessed his departure, he had expectations, hoping to see some reluctance and nostalgia on Xue Yu's face, but he stared at him intently and didn't see even a hint of it.

He bent his neck habitually, afraid that the little person couldn't hear clearly: "But I don't want to, it will take a long time to come back..."

"It's been a long time since I came back, but it's not like I'll never come back."

Cheng Chi's voice became even more muffled: "But, too many things can happen every day, and many things will change..."

Last night, Yan Lilan seemed to feel uneasy and changed the deadline for going to the city to one year.

A year is a time that can overturn the past.

He was afraid that the village would undergo drastic changes after he left. There were births, aging, sickness and death every day, and there were no shortage of funerals in the village. He was worried that those people, with whom he had barely spoken a few words but who had become completely part of his life, would disappear without a trace.

He was also afraid that Xue Yu would forget him.

Xue Yu doesn't belong here. He was able to move here in the first place, but he could move away at any time.

He is not like those people whose roots are deeply planted in the village; he can leave at any time.

If Xue Yu returns to his world, he may never come back. By then, he, a wild man, won't even have the chance to collide with the swan...