Chapter 768: Love is also a Second Degenerate Disease (End)

Of course, there are survivors in this fire.

A four or five-year-old girl covered her burned face and huddled in a corner crying in despair. She was too young to understand what happened. She only knew that her parents were gone and there was fire everywhere. All of this made her instinctively afraid.

After the men with guns were torn apart in a moment, the girl was trembling all over.

Watching the black shadow slowly approaching her, the girl trembled and asked: "Who are you?"

The black figure tilted his head, "I am the general."

The girl cried and said: "No, you look like a child, not a general at all!"

The figure was silent for a while, as if he was thinking. Slowly, his figure became taller, like a sapling that has been nourished by rain and mist and has become a tall pine or cypress.

But in a short time, he had become a teenager, holding a knife in his hand, with his hair moving slightly, just like the general in the story.

The tightly closed door was opened a crack, and the girl ran to the door and couldn't help looking back.

The black figure in the firelight, standing in a pool of blood, on top of the pile of corpses, motionless and lonely, hot and cold.

The girl thought, the general in the story really appeared!

But when she escaped from the fire and looked back again, the theater disappeared in the mist.

Many people in the village tried to find the theater with the treasure, but in the end they found nothing. Year after year passed, the years changed, and the outside world changed. Only Zhaojiawan seemed to be suspended in time, and it remained the same as it was many years ago.

When her grandson told her that he had entered an abandoned building to play, she was already in her old age.

The old man asked in disbelief: "The building you entered... is it the one over there?"

The old woman, like everyone else, could not see the so-called theater. The direction she pointed to was just according to her memory. However, in her eyes, there was only air, but in the eyes of the innocent child, an old wooden building emerged.

The boy nodded, "Yes, it's the big building over there."

The old man looked into the distance and did not come back to his senses for a long time.

In a certain year and month, several outsiders stepped into the hot spring villa. A young and beautiful woman asked her, "What is that wooden building outside the window?"

The old man stared at the woman for a long time, calmed down the turmoil in his heart, and then looked at the boy beside the woman. She suddenly understood something.

Only the lucky ones who are strangely accepted can step into the theater that has been noisy for half a century.

For Fansui, Bai Yao is far more than just "being accepted".

He had long forgotten who his parents were and what his relatives looked like. During the long years of being alone, he found it increasingly difficult to react to the outside world. It was Bai Yao who made him understand what joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness were, and she also made him realize that he was also qualified to have unique preferences.

Everything he had was because of Bai Yao, and existed because of her.

As for the days when he was abandoned by his family and imprisoned in a small wooden box, he could no longer recall them.

"I'm sorry..." Fansuo spent a long time to muster up the courage, raised his head from her body, looked at her with misty eyes, and forced himself to make a difficult sound, "I lied to you."

Bai Yao touched his pale and cold face, "What did you lie to me about?"

"I... I'm not a general..." It was more painful for Fansuo to admit this than to die again.

He was deceived by the years and mistakenly thought that he was the general who was respected by everyone in the story. In the days of self-deception, he held a sword, sat alone on the wall, watched the sun rise and the moon set, counted the birds passing by, and studied the differences of each fallen leaf. After a long time, he also believed that he was a general.

But when he returned to the village again, the repressed past gradually surfaced, and the facts revealed the illusion he thought he had. He was not the great general in the story, could not go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, and was not worthy of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

He deceived Bai Yao and betrayed her trust. He was not someone worthy of her love.

Bai Yao looked at him tenderly, and the hand that gently stroked his cheek with the intimacy between lovers made him feel particularly comfortable.

However, Fan Sui felt that every time he was greedy, it was just temporary luck.

Bai Yao suddenly smiled, with a gleam in his eyes, "What are you struggling with? Of course you are a great general, have you forgotten? That day in the basement, you showed up so timely to save me."

Fan Sui looked dull.

Bai Yao raised her face and kissed the corner of his lips, "You are already a princess, how can you not be a general?"

He blinked in ignorance, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the small shadow under his eyes moved slightly, pitiful, really lovable.

Bai Yao knew very well that Fan Su had been hiding under the skin of a general for so many years to suppress the loneliness abandoned to him by the ruthless years.

And now he admitted in front of her that he was not a general, which was tantamount to tearing off the skin that protected him, exposing his most vulnerable flesh and blood in front of her.

Bai Yao could easily torture him who was already covered with scales without even taking a weapon.

But Bai Yao never thought of hurting him.

Fan Su didn't know why, but his eyes were hot, and his body seemed to come alive, with blood rushing through his veins, like a puppy, wishing to expose his softest belly to her so that she could touch it carefully.

Bai Yao opened her arms towards him.

The boy sniffed, leaned down and was hugged by her. His tall body curled up on her body desperately, using his hands and feet to try his best to stick to her.

"Yaoyao..." His voice was a little choked, so it didn't sound so natural.

Bai Yao touched his head, "I'm here."

"Yaoyao... Yaoyao..." He called her name unfamiliarly, not the so-called Princess. After calling her several times, he began to kiss her ear, then her cheek, and then her lips, "Yaoyaoyaoyaoyaoyaoyaoyao..."

As if he was a newborn baby, he repeated the syllables again and again, wishing to engrave them into his soul.

Bai Yao was almost brainwashed by her own name. She had to hold his face and gently bite him to interrupt his chattering, "What do you want to eat when you go back?"

She asked him:

"Strawberry cake?"

"Sweet and sour spare ribs?"

"Crushed ice?"

The boy pursed his slightly trembling lips, his misty eyes were already blurred, but he was still trying to look at her. The ripples in his eyes like the ripples of a spring pond also disturbed Bai Yao's emotions.

She sighed and gave up her persistence, "Okay, okay, I want them all!"

The boy's eyes lit up, and the sky cleared up in an instant. He buried his face in her shoulder. He couldn't help it, his Adam's apple rolled, his chest vibrated, and a crisp laugh overflowed from his lips.

Bai Yao felt as if she had caught a piece of cloud.

This summer, which was noisy with cicadas and dry and boring, suddenly became a lot cooler.

"Yaoyao."

"Hmm?"

"You will love me forever, right?"

"Of course, no matter now or in the future, I will definitely love you."

The boy touched her hand and interlocked their fingers, "Then we will be together in this life, the next life, and the next life..."