I am like an adult in the wind and rain, and I am like a child in the sun.

With the previous lesson, they were very worried when they saw Leng Xiaobai leave again. The servants who later might not feel anything. Hongyun and Yanxia followed along the way. They had already regarded this person who was only twenty years old as their whole body.

"Your joy and anger are the same as my sorrow and sorrow, and your life and death are the same as my life and death. Therefore, you must be kind to yourself, just like to us."

Hongyun stood at the door, looking at Leng Xiaobai's leaving back, like a wife who had been waiting for a long time, her eyes full of lovesickness.

Yan Xia didn't understand Hongyun's feelings. Although the same was true for her and Leng Xiaobai, she would not have the same feeling of life and death, let alone the same thing. Perhaps not having love enough?

From the room where he was washing up to the door of the palace, Yan Xia never stopped her mouth. Even Hongyun, who was not talking much, became a chatterbox, saying all the concerns, although she was just entering the palace to meet the saint.

Leng Xiaobai walked in the alley and did not dare to look back. He was afraid that when he turned around, he would see the two staring eyes. It felt very uncomfortable, just like seeing him off.

But he didn't know that the two people behind him had already gone back, so he gently closed the door of the mansion, walked into the hall, and looked at the crabapple flower that he had not yet thought about.

Leng Xiaobai did not ride a horse or take a car, and just walked on the road like this. He still remembered that a major accident occurred not long after he came here. Just when he was about to end, he thought it was about to end, and he lit a fire here, burned the puppet he made, and also sent himself into a dark place. I wonder if he could see the light of the sky again.

"What the hell happened? Why do they all seem so uneasy?"

Leng Xiaobai was confused. He looked at the pedestrians walking on the street and those who seemed to be following someone. In front of them, no one was worth following, and they were all the most ordinary.

Don’t understand whether they need the baskets in their hands, the dishes in the basket, or want to have an egg?

Walking through the street where there are no traces of burning flames, looking at the street guardrails around it, and the eyes of the shopkeepers, looking at themselves for unknown reasons.

"Is there anything I don't know? Or what happened these days?"

Leng Xiaobai's doubts became deeper and deeper, especially when he looked at those who didn't know, staring at him all the time, just like watching a gorilla walk past the monkey, and more of them were hard to understand.

Many things happen every day, and everything just happens within a certain range. It is impossible to know everything. Even if you know it, it is just a superficial problem, and you don’t know if it is a person wearing clothes or a scared ghost.

Finally walking out of this street, both him and the people behind him breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and looked at the wall of the joints, and hung a notice.

Note? A fallen boy is mentally confused because he cannot withstand heavy blows. If he sees this person, please stay away from him to avoid endangering himself.

The last few words strengthen the brushwork and use large characters. Even those who once surrounded here can see the four words "Hidden oneself" at the end.

There are few relevant notices in Kyoto Prefecture. This time, the appearance has attracted great attention from people in Kyoto, especially the portrait. I don’t know who painted it, but it is very similar.

Thinking about the fact that when they were at the city gate before, those people did not recognize themselves, probably because their image as a beggar was too vivid, so that those people could not see themselves, and that they were the person in this painting.

Hongyun was not worried about this problem. According to the person who came from whom he didn't know where he claimed to be a storyteller, Leng Xiaobai's illness was a madman, and there was no way to cure this disease, especially since he had already had an experience of the disease, and maybe he would have another attack.

The crazy person is afraid that he doesn't even remember who he is, let alone the way home. This time it is special. Leng Xiaobai doesn't remember who he is, nor does he know the way home, but it is the most familiar atmosphere for him. He found it, but he didn't go back, but hid outside.

The person who found out that this problem was not the other person, but the stray dog ​​who had been following him. He brought the people from the mansion to the corner of the wall, and looked at the traces on the ground, which were all scratched by Leng Xiaobai and him, although I don’t know why Leng Xiaobai would poach.

Yan Xia was worried about the same as Hongyun. No matter when it was, it was very difficult to cure. The mental level could only be relieved slowly by recuperation, rather than by using medicine stones to treat it, which would be counterproductive.

Leng Xiaobai walked across that street without giving the notice. He was already famous and it was useless to hide it. It would be better to let him stay here all the time, so that more people could know him. It was just that who came up with the idea of ​​this fallen boy, which made him unable to figure it out.

People who come up with ideas always have brains, so we need to talk about who this brain comes from.

Walking through this street, Leng Xiaobai did not continue to walk forward. He sat on a stone not far away and watched the children next to him playing there. They were just some childish things, just those things, which made them very happy.

They were happy maybe not because the thing was so fun or because they had some new tricks. They just thought it was interesting to play like this, so they were very happy.

They were very happy that Leng Xiaobai was not so happy, because he looked at the notice, and more and more people came here to see him, especially when he looked at the clean face. No matter how he looked, he didn't look like a teenager, let alone doing those scary things.

"It's probably because Kyoto Prefecture made a mistake. How could such a handsome young man, such a young man in Zhige be a stumble? It's better to put away the notice as soon as possible."

A father-in-law came over, looked at Leng Xiaobai, and looked at the portrait on the notice. There was really nothing that looked like it, especially the temperament that exuded was completely different.

"Brother-in-law, we can't make decisions about this matter. We still need the prefect of Kyoto Prefecture to give orders or have orders from the superiors, so that the notice can be revealed."

The soldier who was guarding the side looked at Leng Xiaobai, then looked at his father-in-law and said that when he came here, he wanted to say this. But he didn't expect that when he said this, Leng Xiaobai didn't react at all, and was still watching the children playing boring games.

After the soldier finished speaking, the notice was still not revealed. Leng Xiaobai patted the soil on his butt and continued to walk towards the palace gate. It was always bad to delay here for such a long time. Not to mention that it was the person in Zhengxuan Palace, even the one behind, she could not wait too long.

As I said when I came, waiting for someone is always the hardest, and even if I wait for a moment, many things may happen.
Chapter completed!