Feng Rugu felt very wronged.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he fell into this infinite world of worldly affairs, and no one discussed it with him.

Come on, but when he comes, he is surrounded by ghosts, which scares him so much that his three souls and six spirits that have just gathered are almost dispersed.

Fortunately, an ugly person protected him with all his might and bit off a ghost's head, which made other ghosts afraid to get close.

Feng Rugu looked up at the ugly thing protecting him.

It had seven faces, slender and soft hands and feet, twisted like hemp ropes, twisted into a pillar-like torso, splitting out two slaps, gently putting them on his shoulder, simulating a hug posture.

Feng Rugu is really grateful for it.

...But it was really ugly.

Feng Rugu accepted the protection listlessly. After finally seeing a trace of sky light, he felt like a person with a long drought, and hurriedly rushed out, but ended up hitting a wall everywhere.

The situation outside also disappointed him.

The light was too bright and the door frame was too hard. There was another person who was not allowed to go anywhere.

The most terrifying thing is that he even called himself "adopted father".

Feng Rugu was frightened.

He felt that there was no reason to rush to recognize his father in this world, but he looked at himself in the mirror and was in his prime, and he could never be such a big father.

He thought:...This person is probably sick.

But this patient is really good at doing things. He really can't break through the snare he set up. In the end, he had to give in and tie himself up in the corner and refuse to talk to the sick person.

After forcibly opening his arms, which were protecting his head and face, he tentatively knelt down in front of him, holding his arm with one hand and stroked his shoulder with the other.

There was a barrier on the wall, and Feng Ruju could not retreat any longer, so he had to twist his body and resist silently.

As if he had seen this, the man stopped trying to touch him and retracted his hand: "...are you... afraid of me?"

Feng Rugu really had a bad first impression of him.

One reason is that he calls himself old, and the other reason is that he doesn't laugh.

His face was light, his thin and sharp lips were pursed tightly, and the muscles on his side cheeks were slightly bulging, as if he was gritting his teeth with force.

Feng Rugu felt that he was angry.

Seeing how he forced himself into a corner, was he doing something bad that made him angry?

While Feng Rugu was racking his brains, the man wanted to raise his hand to stroke his hair, but he lifted his hand halfway and put it down again.

His face was pale, and his cold voice contained some false hope: "Entertainment Father, don't joke with me..."

Feng Rugu ignored him and covered his head and face again.

The other party did not force him. After a brief silence, he let his voice lighter: "Entertainment Father, what do you remember?"

Feng Rugu refused to speak out.

He didn't remember what he was called, he didn't remember what he was, and there were some simple and scattered thoughts in his mind.

He could only understand half of the other party's words, while the other half was vague, as if there was a fog in his mind, and any words or thoughts floated here would be swallowed.

After asking a few questions, the other party stopped speaking out after seeing that he could not get a response.

Feng Rugu secretly glanced out from his arms and found that he was sitting side by side with him, guarding his side. His fingers seemed to be trying to catch something, but they were trying hard to restrain something. His fingertips pressed the floor tiles three inches away from his belt and turned white.

Feng Rugu looked at him several times, but he didn't move.

So Feng Rugu became active and planned with ambition. When he fell asleep, he would find an opportunity to run away.

Later, Feng Rugu was so yawning that he unknowingly tilted his body and fell asleep on his shoulder.

He didn't know how he came to the bed.

In the mistyness, I only knew that someone put him on a piece of softness, tidied his hair very lightly, combed it little by little, and tucked it behind his ears.

Someone touched his ear, and the sighing sound seemed to be filled with depression and heartache: "It's good... it's good."

"You are all good."

After waking up, Feng Rugu gave up the idea of ​​leaving.

Because this bed is very comfortable.

As for the original owner of the bed, he neither drove him away nor forced him to do anything.

Feng Rugu's limited thinking made him claim to be the owner of this house at an extremely fast speed.

Feng Rugu woke up and woke up, and was bored and very happy.

It seems that he has never been so calm since he was born.

As for the person who lived with him, Feng Rugu still knew nothing about him.

He was a very quiet person, but he was with him from afar, for fear of being scared. He only occasionally woke up during the breaks of his sleep, and when he saw his face beside the bed, quietly holding the book and guarding himself.

When he saw it for the first time, Feng Rugu was still suspected of being a dream and couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

The man moved his body and seemed to want to hide, but he finally held it back and didn't hide.

A white and clean face gradually turned red under Feng Ruyuan's caress.

Feng Rugu was quite interesting because he didn't use any effort.

When the man mustered up great courage and raised his hand and wanted to hold Feng Rugu's hand, Feng Rugu had lost interest. He reached out and pulled the red mole on his earlobe, then turned over and continued his great cause of sleep.

Feng Rugu now likes to sleep particularly, and can sleep for an hour a day.

When sleeping, he can feel his body growing and filling.

During his brief awake time, he likes to lie by the window and look at the clouds outside the window.

One day, it rains.

Feng Rugu lay beside the window, looking lazily outside the window.

The man was trying to talk to him again: "Does the adoptive father like to watch the rain?"

Feng Rugu curled his lips.

He thought vaguely, what's the point of rain? Whenever it rains, the moisture will hurt.

Thinking of this, Feng Rugu stretched out his arms and legs, and found that there was no pain, so he quickly threw this illusory thought behind his head, raised his face, looked at the sky wholeheartedly, waiting for the rainbow to come.

In the long past, perhaps in his previous life, he had moved a small stool on countless rainy days, with a child on his knees. The two of them looked up at the gray sky with the same amplitude.

The child asked with anticipation: "When will there be a rainbow when will it be?"

And he replied, "Just wait."

After waiting again and again, the two of them were particularly unlucky in this matter and had never waited for the rainbow.

Later, he never saw the child again, but he left this habit. Whenever it rained, he would sit in front of the Qingzhu Palace and wait for the rainbow to come quietly.

The man tried to talk to him again, and this was more than a hundred times in the past ten days: "What are you watching?"

Feng Rugu didn't answer, but only focused on looking at the sky.

The man looked at his expectant eyes and asked again: "...what are you waiting for?"

After ten days, Feng Rugu suddenly spoke.

His words were so straight that he was shocked: "...Little Hongchen."

After saying these three words, Feng Rugu's expression and body stiffened together, and he sat himself into a clay sculpture with his shoulders shaking slightly, as if it was cold and sad.

But after Feng Rugu said the name of this person himself, he tilted his head curiously.

...Who is Xiao Hongchen?

At this time, Feng Rugu heard a person with a naked head coming to look for him in the rain and called him "Uncle Ruyi" in the yard.

So he rushed under the table like a frightened bird.

In the morning, Feng Rugu remembered his name carefully.

In the afternoon, when he was put into the sword by the man, he forgot Ruyi's name completely.

When he saw the ugly thing again, Feng Rugu's mentality had become much calmer, but after chatting with her for a few words, he found that one-seventh of the ugly thing was his nominal daughter-in-law. Feng Rugu was autistic on the spot and refused to say another word.

He sat in the sword, concentrating on thinking about the name he had forgotten.

Feng Rugu's thinking was slow and erratic. It was not until the sword body that he was in shocked and the outside world disappeared. Feng Rugu realized that he seemed to have been taken out by that man.

He poked his head out of the sword curiously and was pressed back by the person who was about to step into the formation with a thumb. He had only time to see the flying white banners floating like flowing clouds.

...Feng Ruyuan has taken revenge.

But within a quarter of an hour, he forgot all the grudges of this finger and squeezed out the sword again.

Perhaps he had walked through the most dangerous area, this time the man did not stop his little movements and curiosity.

They came to a large lake.

In the rain, a famous young man turned red and came up from the middle of the lake.
To be continued...