The moonlight shone on the small mountain village, casting dappled shadows of trees on the ground.

Cheng Peng sent Song Qiuyue home, and the two said goodbye at the door. Song Qiuyue took off her shoes and returned them to Cheng Peng: "Dapeng, thank you really today." When Zhang Hu comes back, you must ask him to invite you to a drink. ”

If you don't mention Zhang Hu, you will be angry when you mention Zhang Hu and Cheng Peng, but these two are not the same thing, and he can't say anything. just smiled, touched the back of his head and said, "It's okay sister, crying and pulling out a knife to help!"

Song Qiuyue smiled: "Your knife is too powerful! Go home quickly, so as not to worry about your family." ”

Cheng Peng waved at her and turned to leave. After taking two steps and looking back, he found that Song Qiuyue was still looking at him. He couldn't help but think of the scene in the town, and said in his heart: "Zhang Hu is really not a thing, such a good wife at home has to mess with flowers and grass outside." ”

These distractions were quickly replaced by the idea of exploring the magical mirror, and Cheng Peng trotted all the way home, his parents watching TV.

"Why did you come back so late?" Mom stood up and walked to the table to open the rice cage, "I'll keep it for you, eat it." ”

"Uh-huh, you see yours, I'll just make it myself. Cheng Peng said.

Cheng Laosi glanced at his son very strangely, and muttered: "Is the stinky boy sensible?

"If you make money, you will naturally be sensible! Watch TV and watch TV, watch TV, ......" Mom returned to the stool and sat down, and continued to watch this year's popular TV series "All Not Bad". Their eyes were red and swollen, and their moods rose and fell with the ups and downs of the protagonist's fate.

Cheng Peng ran to wash his hands under the faucet, studying his left hand while washing. He was left-handed, and his left hand had always been stronger than his right. I don't know if it's because of this, so the mirror chose his left hand? Also, when he helped Song Qiuyue treat his injuries before, his palm was cold, but now he has returned to normal body temperature. It's just that the mirror-like smoothness of the palm still exists, and it needs to be run in to get used to it.

What interested Cheng Peng the most was the green beads the size of millet grains that had floated in his palm before, and now he wanted to get some more, but he couldn't get in.

Just as he was thinking this, his palm suddenly began to itch again, and a small pale green bead came out of his palm.

He had an idea, could it be that he could summon this magical little bead with a movement of his own mind? He tried again, and sure enough, a few more small beads floated out.

"Hah! That's how it came! Well, so spiritual, I'll call you Lingzhu!" he was overjoyed and couldn't help muttering.

A few spirit beads floated on an inch of his palm, rolling around very cutely. But there is no one who needs to heal at the moment, what about these spirit beads? He turned his eyes to the house, and his parents were sitting in front of the TV watching the TV series. Dad's hand beat his back from time to time.

"There you have!" he had an idea, and he didn't have time to wipe his hands, so he rushed into the house, "Dad, you have back pain, right? I just learned how to massage with someone, let's press it for you!"

The wet hands dried directly on Cheng Laosi's clothes, startling Cheng Laosi and shouting, "Hey, you stinky boy, why are you here?"

He resisted his son's big hand while shouting, but now he is Cheng Peng's opponent? I saw Cheng Peng pick up Cheng Laosi by the waist, put him on the cool bed, let his father lie on it, and began to massage him.

"Ouch, hey, pain, pain, pain, you stinky boy, start lightly, I'm your father~"

There was a pig-like cry from the hall, and Cheng Laosi cried in pain and called his father and mother. His daughter-in-law, Cheng Peng's wife Wu Meifeng, was stunned by her son, a little at a loss, and stupidly watched her son fiddle with her husband.

Cheng Peng didn't pinch it at will, he knew the weight of his hand, and the spirit bead in his hand was even more unpulled, and it was all rubbed into his father's waist.

At first, Cheng Lao Si was still screaming, but then the pain turned into a soft and heavy moan, and then he didn't move.

Wu Meifeng looked at it, yo, this is not good, this kid didn't want to maim his father to death, right? She hurriedly rushed over, pulled her son away, and said: "Dead baby, this is your own father, even if you don't have a nest, you can't do this black hand!"

Just after Cheng Peng's treatment was completed, he smiled and dodged aside, and shouted to his father lying on the cool bed: "Dad, it's been identified, this is your daughter-in-law~"

Wu Meifeng turned around and slapped her son lightly on the shoulder: "It's not big or small, what nonsense?"

"Huh~Ha~Huh~Ha~" On the cool bed, Cheng Laosi's snoring sound was heard, and his emotional son was so comfortable that he actually fell asleep.

Wu Meifeng was so angry that she slapped her husband on the back of the head again: "Are you two okay?

"Ouch, he didn't hurt, you hurt me. Cheng Laosi got up, moved his muscles and bones, and let out a comfortable sigh, "Hey, I haven't been so comfortable for a long time, don't say that this kid's massage is okay." ”

He just felt comfortable, but he didn't know that his wife and son's eyes were about to glow.

Since he had lumbar spine disease, Cheng Laosi's waist has always been arched, and the man who was originally very energetic has suddenly become much older. But now, he straightened up again, and looked at his daughter-in-law secretly.

"Dad, your waist ......," Wu Meifeng said.

"Waist, hmm, what's wrong with my waist, oh, my waist doesn't hurt at all! Great, I can go out to work and earn money again, our boss didn't go to college, so my daughter must study hard!"

"Uh-huh!" Wu Meifeng nodded vigorously, and tears of happiness came out.

The two of them were so happy that they wanted to say thank you to their son when they turned around, and by the way, they asked where the kid learned the massage techniques. Cheng Peng had already taken the opportunity to sneak back into his room and study the mirror in his left hand.

Of course, he will not lose his five internal organs temple, and before leaving, he also took a bowl of rice and sandwiched some capers.

The family is poor, and it is rare to be able to eat meat, which is also the reason why Cheng Peng is thinner than his peers.

He summoned a few more spirit beads, leaned against the lamp, and carefully observed them in the palm of his hand. The beads were so small and fluttering that they seemed to be blown away with a single breath.

"Hey, the color seems to be a little lighter~" Cheng Peng muttered, "Ah~"

When the nose itches and sneezes, the spirit beads will fly away. Fortunately, he didn't fly far, and he was all squatting in his rice bowl.

A large bowl of rice is covered with some home-pickled capers, dotted with a few pale green spirit beads, which is also very beautiful.

"Hey, these capers, my stomach acid is coming out of the little master who eats them. He sighed and tried to twist the spirit beads out, but they suddenly got into the meal and disappeared.