Chapter 33 Section 12

Lan Yue'er put the herbs in her cloak, opened a red umbrella, walked down the bridge, walked through the maple forest, and went to the city.She is half-human, half-vampire, unlike vampires, who can only come out at night.However, the sun is always a harm. When she walks in the sun, she must use an umbrella to shade her, and she cannot fly or summon bats.Phantom Star and Flame can only walk step by step like humans.Moreover, the body that was once exposed in broad daylight, at night, felt like being bitten by thousands of small vicious insects, the bones trembled, the whole body shivered and coughed, and the intestines shrank. It was a very painful feeling.

But she went out anyway.The red umbrella disappeared into the maple forest. When she came to Yan Guxing's room in the "Maple Leaf" hotel, she smelled a sour smell of sweat in the air.He was lying on the bed, in a daze, not knowing that she was coming.She sat on the edge of the bed and pressed her cold hand on his forehead. He was running a high fever and his whole body was hot.When she caressed his face, he opened his eyes, shrunk his body, trembled slightly, and called out, "Little one." The voice sounded like a whisper in a dream. She smiled slightly.For many years, no one has called her by this name, Miaomiao Tiandi asked, only Yan Guxing would call her that.

She fed him the medicine spoonful by spoonful, and whispered to him, "Take the medicine." She pouted and said, "This is punishment! Why did you pretend you didn't know me?" After he had taken the medicine, she asked him to lie down, took off his sweat-soaked clothes, and wiped his body.He was asleep and extremely vulnerable.She looked at his handsome face, without the paint, without the bonnet and red nose of the clown, where he could no longer hide.She thought: He is so stupid!He would feel that he was not good enough for her.She was really reckless and sucked his blood.He didn't know each other, but she and him reunited by blood sucking, just like a foolish thief who accidentally stole the wallet of an old acquaintance.

When he wakes up, she will ask him what happened over the years, why did he dress up as a clown and go around selling music boxes?She left the bed, went to the table, picked up the blue butterfly music powder box, opened it curiously, and heard the sound of "Ding Dongdong Ding Dong Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding...".Isn't that the song she calls the sheep back? Even she herself almost forgot this nursery rhyme.She looked at him who was sleeping, had he been waiting for her?She remembered that they were looking for half a radish together, met a sheep with eight hooves, and took it to perform circles around, and they agreed to go to the magical place where flowers bloom...

How many years has a song echoed in her heart? When he wakes up, she will say to him: "Hmph! You used my shepherd's song!" At that time, in order to make amends, he will give this powder box to her. She fed him medicine again, wiped his sweat, and sat with him.The star-studded clown suit hung beside the bed, its ragged shoulders looking ragged.She took off her cloak, put on the clown costume, opened a small wooden box on the table, painted the oil paint on her face, painted like him, then drew a big mouth, clipped a red nose, and finally , she put on the long hat that smelled like his hair, and saw a very interesting self in the mirror, except for the baggy clothes on her body, she looked like Yan Lonely.

She sat on the edge of his bed, her legs dangling happily.When he woke up and opened his eyes to see her, he thought that seeing himself would scare him to death. At sunset, she opened the window, and a little gray bat flew out of the window. When it saw her, it couldn't recognize her, and stopped by the window hesitantly. "Bat, it's me!" she said to the little bat. The little bat gave a little glance, flapped its wings and came in, hanging upside down on the wooden rafters, like a small cloth bag.This little bat was domesticated by her. Although it also eats blood, it is pure and intelligent, not as fierce as the big bat.She likes to keep it by her side, calling it "bat", it communicates with her soul.

Fearing that he would wake up and lose sight of things, she blew lightly on a small oil lamp on the table, and the burner leather inside was ignited by the fire.When she turned around, Yan Guxing just opened his eyes slightly. When he saw her, he thought it was him. Don't people see themselves only after they die?He passed out again. "Oops! I freaked him out!" she yelled, and hastily removed the fake nose from her face and wiped off the paint. His breath was extremely weak, his face was burning red, and he was constantly sweating, pushing away the quilt she covered him again and again, as if there was a fire in his body that was going to swallow him whole, no matter how she wiped his sweat, it was like using her hands To stop the flood is futile.Suddenly, she remembered that she was cold-blooded, just like a bat.She took off her shoes and clown costume, climbed on top of him, and cooled him down with her own blood.

She pressed her face against his chest, listening to his heavy breathing slow down, and hugged him tighter. He opened Meng Long's sweaty eyes and saw her, thinking it was a figure in a dream. "Yue'er." He whispered. "Shh." She breathed out on his chest. He smiled in his dream, yesterday in the heavy fog, how uncomfortable he felt, thinking he would never see her again.He hugged her, pulling her toward his chest.He floated up in his dream, hugged her, and fluttered like a butterfly in the stardust-filled room. It wasn't a dream, it was her dancing in mid-air with her wings of love holding him, the thirty-two music boxes in the room were playing in unison, the stars seemed to be scattered forever, and the bats were hanging upside down, jumping from one wooden rafter to another, Learn their dance steps.Her blood was still cold, but he no longer sweated, and this small room became the magical place of their dreams.She sang a song, and blue butterflies fluttered over, dancing slowly among the stardust.His kiss fell on her lips, as light as a bird's feather, and her teeth couldn't help grinding there.