The waste is going to strike back

Chapter 200 How nice it would be if time could go back?

"I think we must go to Xiahou Yunjie's laboratory. All the conclusions we have drawn now are just guesses. If we want to get the real conclusion, we can only take a risk once."

Mu Xin's eyes quickly turned to Yan Shaohui, and his eyes, as sharp as a knife, were full of danger.

"You're planning on leaving me alone again, aren't you?"

Yan Shaohui sighed, "Xiao Xin, I have experience as a scout. As long as you give me a complete and accurate map, I can move freely in there by myself."

"And if you are with me, I will have to pay more attention to your safety." Yan Shaohui explained patiently to Mu Xin.

Mu Xin shook his head stubbornly, saying, "No, I..."

Xiahou Shuo stopped Mu Xin's rebuttal and agreed with Yan Shaohui's statement, "You and I both know Yan Shaohui's ability. Don't lose confidence in him."

Yan Shaohui knew that Mu Xin was worried about his safety, but he also felt helpless. It seemed that Mu Xin had always been worried that he would get hurt or something would happen to him.

He always feels insecure and distrustful about this kind of things. Even if he repeatedly assures himself that there will be no danger, Mu Xin will still be worried and sad.

Such worries and fears gave Yan Shaohui a headache, and he had absolutely no way to solve Mu Xin's problem.

"As an outsider, I will not interfere in your affairs. Please move to the garage and sleep on your own."

Xiahou Shuo rolled his eyes, said something lightly, then leisurely got up, opened the door, and went to bed.

"..."

"..."

Mu Xin and Yan Shaohui looked at each other at the same time, and they saw speechlessness and laughter in each other's eyes.

After being suddenly interrupted by Xiahou Shuo, the two of them were not as tense and unyielding as before.

However, Mu Xin's personality did not allow him to be soft like this. He raised his head and snorted coldly, then stood up first, wanting to leave Yan Shaohui alone.

But as luck would have it, he tripped over the carpet under his feet and lost his balance and fell backwards.

Fortunately, Yan Shaohui was quick-witted and he reached out to catch the firewood, just enough to fill his arms.

Mu Xin lay horizontally in Yan Shaohui's arms, his expression showing indescribable surprise.

"Be careful."

Yan Shaohui lowered his head, got close to Mu Xin's face, curled the corners of his mouth, and spoke to Mu Xin with a teasing look.

Yan Shaohui's eyes were full of mockery. Mu Xin was so thin-skinned that his whole face turned red inside out after hearing what Yan Shaohui said.

"Then you, please let me go!"

Mu Xin came to his senses and began to shake and struggle with his limbs, trying to escape from Yan Shaohui's strong shackles.

"No." Yan Shaohui shook his head slightly.

Mu Xin was very angry: "You..."

"I'd better hold you. I'd feel bad if you fell and got hurt." Yan Shaohui acted as if he felt bad, but the corners of his mouth still had a smile of good mood.

As soon as Yan Shaohui finished speaking, he picked up Mu Xin horizontally. Mu Xin subconsciously put his arms around Yan Shaohui's neck, and Yan Shaohui shook her with malicious intent, and Mu Xin almost cried out.

"Well, it's lighter." I need to touch it up more, the feel has become worse.

Yan Shaohui looked serious like a gourmet judging the food in front of him, and his words were very righteous.

Mu Xin's face was redder than the steamed shrimp. At this moment, he was in no mood to scold Yan Shaohui for his hooligan behavior. He just hid his face in Yan Shaohui's chest and acted like an ostrich.

Yan Shaohui's narrow eyes were filled with doting, and a kind of longing that was rarely seen by other people.

He concealed the emotion in his eyes and strode with firewood in his arms to the place where they needed to live temporarily.

Looking at Yan Shaohui's back as he walked away holding the firewood, Xiahou Shuo walked out from the corner.

"Mu Xin, you are always so lucky and happy." Xiahou Shuo looked at the gradually disappearing figure with deep and complicated eyes, and said with self-mockery and a bit of envy.

And he had been lucky and happy before, right? But after all the people he cared about died, luck completely abandoned him, and happiness also left him.

At this time, Xiahou Shuo was holding an old photo frame in his hand. In the frame was a yellowed photo of two boys, one tall and one short. They held hands tightly, smiling brightly and innocently.

That pure appearance has not been contaminated by the world, it is beautiful but short-lived, a flash in the pan, or perhaps it is Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly.

"How great would it be if time could go back?" Go back to when his mother was still alive, go back to when he was young, go back to... when he still remembered the boy who would clamor to marry him.

In the empty and old corridor, a slightly hoarse sigh echoed for a long time and far away, expressing the nostalgia for the past and the indifference to the future.

It is said that if you keep thinking about something, it will definitely come true. So will he get the last bit of favor from the God of Destiny?

Maybe……