The rain fell suddenly, and the iron horse under the eaves was shaken unsteadily. Cang Ji watched as Jing Lin threw himself into his chest, hit his forehead again, curled up with a muffled sound, and then stopped moving. Cang Ji also held one of his hands and called him several times, but there was no response. However, when the little stone man heard the low call, he took off the layers of clothing, got down to the ground, dragged Cang Ji's clothes, and picked up a branch that was broken by the wind.
"He's drunk like a cat." Cang Ji thought he wanted to take him to play with him, so he said, "I won't go out tonight."
The stone uses branches to form a sword flower, and it steps into a posture. Unexpectedly, before turning around, he tripped over himself and fell to the ground. Cang Ji laughed heartily and saw Sh!tou sitting on the ground rubbing his head, with a pair of black eyes full of anger and annoyance.
"He is drunk, are you drunk too?" Cang Ji hugged Jing Lin and propped his head up, "Show me what you want to play with."
The stone climbed up and picked up the branches. He straightened the grass crown and bowed to Cang Ji seriously. Cang Ji saw him carrying the branch and suddenly started to wave it. The brittle branches arced and brought up a wisp of cool wind.
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