The fat rabbit Lao Huang lowered his head slightly, lowered his wide and soft long ears, raised his front paws, hugged the plush long ears, and then continued to tilt his head, using the tips of the long ears to get close to the big cricket.

The yellow fluttering hairs on the tips of the ears swept over the big cricket's body, making it make a comfortable chirp.

This sound was not the kind of cry full of anxiety and excitement of fighting, but a little soft, like the first greeting of a soldier who had just left the battlefield and his close comrades.

While the fat rabbit Lao Huang was scratching the big cricket with the tips of his long ears, Master Qin skillfully opened Qin Xu's mobile phone, clicked on the music APP that came with the system, and directly searched for the source song of Qin Xu's mobile phone ringtone.

“…… I am my own God

Where I live

Me and my last stubbornness

Clench your hands and never let go

The next stop is not paradise

Even if you are disappointed, you can't despair

I and my proud stubbornness ......"

This is Qin Xu's favorite song, a song that is widely sung.

Rhythmic drums and the singer's generous singing voice came from the phone.

Old Master Qin had already adjusted the external sound of the mobile phone very little, but it was still very clear in the quiet middle of the night.

The volume of the music is maintained at a level that does not affect people outside the room, but can be heard clearly in the room.

Under the influence of the music, Qin Xu's eyes sped up, as if he was about to wake up.

The fat rabbit Lao Huang let go of his front paws, flicked his long ears back, and obediently returned behind him.

When Qin Xu's fingertips moved slightly, Lao Huang kicked his legs again, jumped over, and flew to the top of Qin Xu's head.

Then, in an instant, its size continued to grow larger, and its soft belly was pressed against the top of Qin Xu's head, and then it closed its eyes and fell asleep.

This posture is exactly the same as when it often lies on Old Qin's head.

It's just that Qin Xu's facial features are hard and angular, unlike Old Master Qin's facial features that have not yet opened, and he retains the immaturity and roundness of a child, so he doesn't see cuteness, but feels quite funny.

At the moment when the fat rabbit Lao Huang was lying on top of Qin Xu's head, Qin Xu fell into an immersive cultivation state again.

"Thank you, Lao Huang. ”

Old Master Qin nodded at Fat Rabbit, whose real name was Fat Rabbit, who closed his eyes, and sat cross-legged next to his phone, letting the song continue to loop.

Qin Xu instinctively felt that the swimming speed of the aura little fish had significantly accelerated because of a certain opportunity, and every trajectory was smoother and smoother than any of the previous times he had cultivated the Beast Refining Technique.

Qin Xu did not wake up because of this change.

He had already put all his mind into perceiving the aura of the little fish.

He intuitively felt that this state of aura operation was the goal he was pursuing at this stage, and he was fully engaged in understanding this change, and he did not miss this opportunity.

After about a few hours, a small fish about the size of a mung bean, with a beautiful golden light, was like a beautiful firework that never went out across the sky.

A very perfect aura array is about to be formed.

Suddenly, the aura Xiaoyu'er paused slightly, and in just a few breaths, it returned to Qin Xu's original somewhat stagnant and unsmooth running speed.

Lying on Qin Xu's head, Lao Huang, who formed a big plush hat, shrank sharply in an instant.

Old Master Qin floated over, picked it up, and held it in his arms.

His delicate and white fingers were as thin as ghost bones at this time, and they were extremely hideous.

Coughing slightly, Old Master Qin buried his head in Lao Huang's, glanced at Qin Xu with relief, and disappeared without a trace.

Qin Xu didn't know about the changes that had taken place in the outside world.

His cultivation is not over yet.

The state of the aura fish swimming made him very dissatisfied.

Just like taking a comfortable high-speed train and suddenly returning to a bumpy tractor, the difference between the two made Qin Xu, a cultivator, very uncomfortable.

And the big crickets that practiced with him were obviously more sensitive to this change.

It rubbed its stout hind legs unhappily and made a slightly hoarse sound.

Qin Xu's mobile phone's battery happened to run out at this time.

The chirping of large crickets resounded clearly in the room.

“…… Me and my last stubborn ......"

It is a melody that can be kept up with exactly what is missing.

As soon as this scream was heard, Qin Xu was in a state of being very broken by the way the tractor walked on the dirt road, as if he had been poured a bucket of fuel, burning a raging flame, and his whole body was like being beaten with chicken blood, trying his best to imitate the high-speed beast refining method cultivation method in the previous few hours.

Feeling the change of the aura of the little fish, the chirping of the big crickets became louder and louder.

On the second floor, Liu Amei, who was used to getting up early in the morning, was brushing her teeth, she leaned out of the window suspiciously, muttered to herself, and said, "Why did this kid turn up the ringtone of his mobile phone so loudly today?"

However, since Qin Xu went to junior high school, she rarely interfered in her son's private affairs, muttered and muttered, and didn't care, but followed the rhythm of the music and hummed the song.

"Me and my proud stubbornness......"

is different from the mobile phone music APP that plays the whole song, and the sound made by the big cricket is only the climax of the whole song, which keeps looping.

Its sound is different from the professional dubbing of the background music of the song, more like a person whistling, humming a slightly thin tune.

After brushing her teeth, Liu Amei hummed a few times, looking at the sky that had not yet brightened, and suddenly felt that she was full of energy today.

She quickly prepared breakfast, and then plunged into the dumpling studio, chopping, kneading, kneading, and kneading, and when Qin Xu's grandparents came out for a walk hand in hand, the table was already on the table with twice the amount of dumpling filling and dough that used to be doubled.

To a large extent, people's mental state determines the level of their work efficiency.

High and full, do things in one go.

Depressed and depressed, it is inevitable to procrastinate.

Liu Amei can clearly feel that she is in a particularly good state today.

The work is very quick, wrapping the dumplings, the action is fast, and after a while, row after row of white and fat ingots dumplings, like copy and paste, quickly occupy the entire cooking table.

Qin Xu's father, Qin Zhengyang, also felt this way.

He got up more than half an hour later than Liu Amei, and when he was washing, he also heard a small tune from Qin Xu's room.

This tune is quite familiar, as if the streetside shops and supermarkets and squares could be heard before, but Qin Zhengyang has always liked tactful and affectionate music on weekdays, especially the old songs when he was young, and he is not interested in the songs of modern young people with a strong sense of rhythm and enthusiasm.

But when he heard it early this morning, Qin Zhengyang felt that this tone was quite appetizing.

He didn't understand the lyrics, so he followed the melody, humming and humming, as if his youth had returned and his dreams were burning, and he couldn't help but take out a dusty notebook from the top of the bookcase.

The notebook is still printed with a few red stars, which are old styles from forty years ago, and he still remembers that Qin Xu's grandfather gave it to him when he was a teenager.

On the yellowed paper, the neat and delicate handwriting is written one by one the modern poems he wrote when he was a teenager.

These poems, which may seem very ordinary, have been revised countless times by Qin Zhengyang on scratch paper, and then solemnly copied them in his notebook.

During the New Year's cleaning last year, he also joked with Liu Amei that he was a typical literary and artistic youth when he was young, he loved poetry like a demon, and he was full of words and sentences, just for a poem that touched people's hearts.

Later, when I joined the work, this fantasy of being young gradually disappeared, or rather, the dust was sealed in the depths of my heart.

Now opening those poems that look green and impulsive, and come from the bottom of his heart, Qin Zhengyang seems to see himself again in high spirits.

Listening to the constant tune, Qin Zhengyang's heart felt like experiencing a terrifying storm that reshaped time, and he seemed to be a flat boat sailing through the waves.

He sat down at the desk where he usually prepares for classes, straightened his back, held his breath, picked up his usual blue fountain pen, and revised the poems of that year in the blank space of his old notebook from decades ago.

The first poem "Chaoyang" is a long poem written by him and his junior high school friends who climbed Anjian Mountain in Chaohai City at night, stood on the top of the mountain, watched the red sun rise and the sky was full of sunshine.

The whole poem, in addition to praising the light of the rising sun, is to express his infinite ideals for the future.

Now, the friends who once thought they were kind-hearted have only become strangers on the road, and his hot-blooded youth can only be used by him to clean up every year and make his wife smile at the "stupid".

The second song "Shooting the Condor", the third song "Yitian", and the fourth song "Chivalrous Travel" are the works of Master Jin of martial arts in Hong Kong and Taiwan, and he was touched by the pride of the rivers and lakes......

Qin Zhengyang's pen tip beats rapidly, and he has formed a personal style of Qingjun Xingshu, writing down his own feelings over the past 40 years in the blank space on both sides of the poem. Having been engaged in Chinese teaching for nearly 30 years, Qin Zhengyang's writing and writing skills have become more proficient.

Even though the stubborn tune coming from Qin Xu's room had stopped, he still hadn't withdrawn from this state.

Every time he revises a poem, it's like going back to the time when he wrote these words, and he clearly remembers the feelings that made him put pen to paper.

When he saw the last two poems, Qin Zhengyang couldn't help but smile a little shyly, this is a love poem he wrote to Liu Amei.

He remembered that when he saw the hearty laughing girl for the first time, he was suddenly moved, and his eyes were reluctant to leave, and his heart was full of her beauty and splendor.

Now, more than 20 years have passed in the blink of an eye, and they have walked hand in hand through the best years of their lives.

Qin Zhengyang immersed himself in countless thoughts and memories, wrote the last stroke, and then reluctantly closed the notebook.

At this time, it was only two and a half hours before he took out his notebook.

He stood up and felt that he had to read the last two revised love poems to Liu Amei.

He opened the bedroom door.

It just so happened that Liu Amei also walked up with white flour in her hands, and when she looked up, she saw Qin Zhengyang, who was full of red face, squinting her eyes, and looking at her with a smirk, was startled, and blurted out:

"Ah, Lao Yang, are you okay, do you have a cold?"

Qin Zhengyang smiled implicitly, cleared his throat, and opened his notebook......

On the third floor, Qin Xu, who walked to the top of the stairs with a hundred times more energy, listened to two sentences, covered his chest, and took his small animals to retreat to the room silently.

Nima, I was sprinkled with dog food all over the ground by my father and mother early in the morning, what is the matter?