Accidental love of a stunt slave girl: a thousand years of mourning

Chapter 252 End, Beginning ([-])
Inside the dark pavilion, a transparent glass bottle is filled with colorful paper cranes, so dazzling and warm.

Among the irises, beside the big banyan tree, two figures, one big and one small, lay side by side on the grass.She stretched out her hand, pointing at the sky far away, the water rippled in her eyes, and her voice was like a clear spring: "There... hides a secret."

Suddenly, that bright smiling face like summer flowers, those clear eyes, and myself sitting next to her, laughing heartily appeared in my mind.She said: "Xi, I want to build a secret cabinet here and use it to store our secrets." He patted her head, smiled dotingly and replied: "Okay!"

Mo Xi tremblingly took out the glass bottle, her body trembling uncontrollably.Each of the paper cranes in the bottle is so delicate and full of happiness, which is enough to show the intention of the folder.

He lightly took out a paper crane and put it in the palm of his hand. The pale pink paper crane was proudly independent, just like that stubborn man.Then, he found that there seemed to be ink stains on the belly of the paper crane.Mo Xi tried his best to suppress the frantic beating deep in his heart, and carefully spread the paper crane with trembling hands, a line of graceful handwriting came into view.

Once again, the face with a sly smile appeared in front of her eyes. She held a simplified picture and said, "Xi, I use this tool for writing in my hometown. We call it a pen. You have to help me Make one!"

Mo Xi's heart beat violently several times.He hurriedly looked at the writing on the paper crane:

"The first day of wandering: Xi, I am very happy today, because we are finally going to roam the Blue Moon Continent! Let's fight for justice, fight against injustice, gallop around the rivers and lakes, and kill the bad guys without leaving any behind, haha!
There is a legend in my hometown that if you fold an origami crane a day and persist for a thousand days, you can bring happiness to the person you like.However, we don't have a thousand days at all, so what should we do?No matter, anyway, I still have to fold one for you every day.Whoever dares to reduce your happiness, I will be the first to kill him, hum! "

There was a layer of mist unconsciously in his eyes.At a loss, Mo Xi hurriedly took out the other paper cranes, one by one, and spread them out gently. Each paper crane represented a sincere heart, bit by bit, gradually emerging in front of his eyes...

(End of this chapter)