Nan Zhou quickly noticed that Jiang Fang's earlobes were about to burn and his teeth were biting.
He guessed: "Has the wine strength passed?"
Jiang Fang coughed lightly: "...Well, it's over."
Nan Zhou: "Oh."
Nan Zhou: "Then do you still want to eat?"
Jiang Fang quickly sorted out his embarrassment and restored his appearance.
The wetness at the end of his eyes disappeared, his messy hair was straightened back to its original position, and he regained his gentleman, sober, and rational appearance.
Nan Zhou watched his every move curiously.
When he lowered his hand, he called him: "Brother Fang."
Jiang Fang responded appropriately: "En."
Nan Zhou's lips were moistened a little, and there was still a faint light, which made people unable to help focus their eyes there.
Nan Zhou: "I've been thinking about what you want when you form a team with me."
Nan Zhou said sincerely: "Now I understand. It turns out that you want me."
Jiang Fang couldn't hold back and coughed violently: "..."
He couldn't help but want to keep blocking Nan Zhou's mouth.
Fortunately, compared to before, the current thinking is only a slight gaffe and can be controlled.
Jiang Fang straightened his collar: "What I said just now..."
Nan Zhou: "Huh?"
Jiang Fang slightly staggered his face: "You don't want to..."
Don't take it seriously.
Don't take it as a promise.
That's not love that should be spoken out.
Thousands of veto words hang on the tip of the tongue.
And Nan Zhou's calm and cold gaze was falling on his face, impartial and focused.
"...don't forget."
Jiang Fang aimed his gaze at Nan Zhou, making sure that he was articulating clearly, forcing himself not to go back on it, "Remember clearly."
Nan Zhou: "Yes. I will."
Nan Zhou thought about it for a while, and then asked: "So, in the future, won't you say such things to me?"
Jiang Fang: "..."
Nan Zhou expressed himself candidly: "I like listening to what you said."
Jiang Fang pursed his lips, and his smile unconsciously brought a bit of tension and a rare greenness.
He recalled and reviewed the feeling that his mind and muscles were being dominated by his heart.
Only in this way can he break through the invisible barriers and barriers.
"It's hard," he said, "...but I'll study hard."
Nan Zhou snorted and raised the hand that was still tightly tied to Jiang Fang's choker: "Then do you want to untie this?"
Jiang Fang: "..."
He helped his forehead helplessly, and laughed sullenly.
Oops.
Out of control in just ten minutes, the hole he dug for himself would probably take a lifetime to fill.
If he was in the casino, he should have lost all the games, fell into the gambling pit, and would never recover.
Jiang Fang, who was accustomed to being shrewd, calculating, and weighing, let wildfire get on his body in a confused way, with fire and light in his heart and eyes.
In the light stood a man named Nanzhou.
Fire is also him.
Jiang Fang asked for his opinion: "Do you want to untie it?"
Nan Zhou looked at the shimmering leather restraint bracelet, and asked Jiang Fang, "Will you feel at ease by tying me like this?"
Jiang Fang was almost ashamed of his own stupid words: "Maybe..."
Before he finished speaking, Nan Zhou's fingertips pressed against the thin cocoon in Jiang Fang's palm, sliding into his finger gaps in sequence.
Five fingers clasped.
The subtle friction makes the numbness of the millet clear and clearly conveyed all the way from the fingertips to the position of the heart.
Nan Zhou pulled him like this, and walked side by side with him through the black vines, bushes and trees.
Nan Zhou whispered to him: "Actually, you can't tie me with iron chains."
"If you want to tie me up, just call my name."
"My name is Nan Zhou. You knew it a long time ago. Didn't you?"
"If you're worried about something taking me away, don't worry, I'll always be back. Run back, soon."
Nan Zhou said these words naturally and calmly.
He didn't take it as a great love talk or an oath, just a statement of fact.
He didn't know why Jiang Fang felt so uneasy.
Maybe it's human.
Anyway, what Nan Zhou wanted was not lonely, and when he met Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang, he was already satisfied.
"I believe."
When Nan Zhou heard Jiang Fang's voice, there seemed to be a lot of tenderness and sadness that he still couldn't understand.
"This time, I won't step back."
After embarking on the journey again, the steps of both of them were much lighter.
Nan Zhou silently recalled Jiang Fang's words.
In fact, it is not a hot and nauseous thing.
The feeling of hunger was still there, but Nan Zhou felt like he was slamming against something inside his body, making his bones flutter, as if he was about to fly into the sky.
For the first time, Nanzhou experienced this special and wonderful feeling.
The change in their mood greatly shortened their footsteps, making up for the wasted ten minutes with ease.
They walked smoothly to the edge of the dark forest, and saw the jagged light that was obscured by the thick canopy.
Unexpectedly, before they could get out of the forest, they heard two footsteps coming in a hurry.
Jiang Fang pressed Nan Zhou's shoulder, and Nan Zhou grabbed the clothes on his chest.
The two were hiding behind a tree.
The ragged siblings were unaware of the two in the forest.
The younger sister was about to flee into the forest without thinking, but she fell and fell to the ground within two steps of rushing in.
From her tattered clothes, a few pieces of gold fell out, and under the refraction of sunlight, Nan Zhou's eyes shook.
Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang looked at each other.
On this world line, the witch's corpse is probably boiling in a pot now.
At this time, the two brothers and sisters were not the graceful and graceful little masters of the candy house, nor were they two wolves who were starving to the point of madness, but just two most ordinary peasant children who escaped death.
The elder brother picked up the younger sister from the jagged rock.
"Don't go from here!" he said. "We came from the woods. We can't go back from here."
My sister bravely wiped the blood oozing from her knees: "Then where are we... going?"
They cling to the edge of the woods and run all the way to Daze.
Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang deliberately distanced themselves from them and followed closely behind.
The first two times, when Nanzhou and the others went to Daze, there was a mottled bird on the branch.
Besides, in the direction of Daze, they found nothing of value.
Nanzhou and the others tried to talk to the bird.
But it turned a deaf ear to their closeness and devoted itself only to its feathers.
Like a most common but beautiful bird.
The brothers and sisters are also similar to what they have seen and heard.
They were unable to find a boat to cross the swamp, or a fisherman who could help them.
Standing on the edge of the rotting swamp, the only living thing in sight was this bird.
They had to pray to the bird perched on the tree: "Please, take us across the river."
Nan Zhou had a hunch.
This time, things will be different.
Sure enough, the bird jumped forward twice.
She opened her goose-yellow beak and made a girlish voice: "Are you going to cross the river?"
... it's a fairy tale.
The bird lowered its black bean-like eyes: "Is this your wish?"
The younger sister was overjoyed and answered first: "Yes!! We want to go home! We want dad!"
The bird stood quietly on the branch, looking at the two brothers and sisters: "Your wishes always come at a price."
This sentence made Nan Zhou frown.
Yes.
From the very beginning, the brothers and sisters who are ncs did not tell them what tasks they were going to accomplish.
It looks like part of the mission, asking them to explore the mission itself.
At first, Nan Zhou thought that they needed to find the door.
Now, the bird's words reminded him.
In every timeline they traveled, the brother and sister had different wishes and paid different prices.
In the candy store, the siblings are adeptly partnering up to lie and try to eat them.
The price is sacrificing the goodness and innocence they would have had.
In the cabin, the two brothers and sisters were extremely hungry, and their only wish was to no longer suffer from hunger.
The price was his father's life.
Now, in front of Dazawa, the two of them want to go home and see their dad.
With the continuous change of time layers, their wishes are constantly changing.
What does this seemingly random change mean
So, what was the price they paid to get home
The two brothers and sisters, who were bent on returning home, obviously couldn't understand the deep meaning behind Xiaoniao.
The elder brother grabbed his younger sister's hand and said loudly, "We can give you anything you want, as long as you take us back to Dad."
The bird's black peas looked at them: "Do you have any reward for me?"
The younger sister hurriedly took out a witch's silver bracelet from her arms and held it in front of the bird.
But the bird screamed: "I hate this! I don't want this!"
It walked to the branch, pondered for a moment, and put forward a quid pro quo: "You just promise me, when you get home, you will give me half a piece of bread. I am collecting bread."
Brother frowned and asked what Nan Zhou wanted to ask: "But, there is a candy shop nearby. Why don't you go there to find bread."
With a gentle voice, the bird spit out a thoughtful and creepy sentence.
"That's not bread at all."
At this moment, the two brothers and sisters could not understand the meaning behind this sentence, so they agreed.
After getting the promise, the bird spreads its wings.
Its small wings that were normally placed on both sides of its body just opened, and it was actually obscuring the sky.
Mottled woolen feathers and wings more than ten meters long fluttered out layer upon layer, like a large piece of inferior flying carpet.
The two brothers and sisters thanked each other and rode on each wing with joy.
On the wings, the elder brother also firmly held the hand of the younger sister.
They rushed to their own homes, and happily went to the blood feast of murdering their father.
The giant-winged bird soared into the air, crossed the fetid swamp, and fluttered its wings into the distance.
A feather fell from its wings.
The feathers fluttered and fell on the silt not far from the swamp shore.
Probably because he was full of dirty water and heavy mud, the pattern and outline of the door handle gradually appeared on the surface of the feathers.
—It forms a door in the muck.
It's just that this door is effective for a short period of time.
When the feather was about to sink silently to the bottom, a hand slammed into it and pressed the doorknob down decisively.
The moment you open this door, things change over time.
When they opened their eyes again, they were in the center of the forest again.
This time it's a fork in the road.
The road to the cabin was opened again.
And the sound of footsteps was heard in the distance again.
It was the sad woodcutter who was carrying his brother and sister on his back, ready to take them to the forest and abandon them.
The two brothers and sisters have already experienced abandonment once, and they seem to know the fate that is about to befall them.
The elder brother firmly grasped the hand of the sister who was about to cry, and put the other hand into the rucksack, trying to crush the bread he brought, so that the fine crumbs fell on the road, so as to form a way home.
Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang hid in the jungle.
Looking at the repressed backs of the father, son, and daughter, and the crumbs behind them, attracting birds to peck at them, Nan Zhou knew that this pair of siblings was about to usher in their final fate.
Jiang Fang raised his eyebrows with interest.
... In the story of "Candy House", the confrontation between the two children and the witch should obviously be the highlight.
They have jumped to the fourth timeline, but they have never been able to see the witch, only the boiled bones of the witch.
The main characters they met were brother and sister and their father.
Is this a coincidence, or something else
Hunger eroded silently again, raging like a tidal wave, biting at their empty stomach sacs.
Nan Zhou was not in a hurry to eat.
He said softly, "I seem to understand why we are so hungry in this copy."
Jiang Fang turned around and said, "Isn't it because of the influence of the two brothers and sisters?"
Nan Zhou shook his head thoughtfully and asked Jiang Fang, "Have you heard another fairy tale about hunger?"
"I haven't watched virtual stories for a long time. I have almost forgotten what I heard before." Jiang Fang shrugged, "Except your story."
Nan Zhou was curious: "Why?"
"Because I know those are fake." Jiang Fang said, "but sometimes I wish you were real."
For the former Jiang Fang, this was a rare whimsy in his rational world.
Nan Zhou thought about it for a while and thought it was a good word, so he squeezed his hand lightly to express his happiness.
He took Jiang Fang's hand, assumed the attitude of Teacher Nan, and asked Jiang seriously, "Then do you know the story of Inger?" :,