Wooden attic. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"This little doll has found this flower?" exclaimed a voice of slightly surprise.

"What?flower?But it's only been three hours, can anyone tell the difference?" Everyone turned around, but saw Elder Shu, who was speaking, holding a carved wooden mirror and nodding his head with satisfaction.

"Old guy, quick, release it quickly!" Elder Qinghe, who was leaning on the rattan chair like a lazy bone, held a fan with one hand and struggled to reach his shoulder, and was about to shoot it, but saw Elder Shu looking at the scene in the mirror, ignoring him, and directly got up and avoided it.

"It's just the middle of the first order, can you judge the illusion and the real so quickly? The five senses are so sharp, and the judgment is also extremely strong, he is a smart child. The corners of Elder Shu's mouth, who was immersed in the picture, unconsciously grinned, "Good seedling, good seedling......" He frowned and muttered to himself, "Well, with such talent, it should be good to learn the formation, hey, the rhythm is not bad......"

"Eh, eh, I said, Elder Shu. The old man was anxious when he saw it, jumped off the chair, and chased after him, "This little boy is not your disciple yet, what are you talking about there?" ”

"You all don't talk about it first......" The elders next to him couldn't help but burst into tears when they saw this chicken, flying and dog jumping. Let's put the scene out in the mirror first, so they can see what is going on.

In the end, the head coughed lightly, and Elder Shu reluctantly took out the mirror and handed it over.

In the picture, the child falls to the ground, his eyes closed, one hand hanging weakly on the ground, and the other hand is strangely raised, holding the stem of the flower.

"Huh, why didn't you get bounced off by this flower?" said one of the elders, "Something must have gone wrong, right?"

"Yes, sir. Seeing this, Ning Pingyan hesitated, "We all know this flower, but if you move the mind of picking, you will be bounced off when you touch the stem." The original purpose of our trial was only to see who could distinguish the truth from the false, and as long as he saw the truth and decided to pick the flower, he would have completed his task. The beautiful woman's eyebrows were full of worry, "But this little doll is still holding this flower tightly and has not let go, isn't it ......?"

"Maybe this little baby is determined?" Elder Shu interjected.

"Nope. The Wen Jun man, who had been listening, had a somewhat solemn face, categorically denied it, and then gave two orders to the Qingyi disciple next to him, and when he saw the flying sword flying out of the wooden pavilion, he said slowly, "This has been harmless for thousands of years, even if a person moves his thoughts to hurt it, it will only deter it." And yet now ......"

He looked at the water mirror, frowned and said nothing, for a long time, he said.

"In short, this disciple's trial has passed, bring it back first, and then see what it is. ”

……

In the room, the silver filigree charcoal in the brazier was red, and the mahogany and begonia flowers were wrapped in a light gauze curtain on the bed, and a small figure lay quietly, pale and motionless, looking like he was seriously ill.

The low sobbing, the small sobbing from time to time, seemed exceptionally clear in the overwhelming darkness.

Who's crying?

The girl's eyes widened unconsciously, and she listened intently, and walked forward step by step in the dark.

"Luo'er, my Luo'er, wake up......" The voice in his ears was full of love, tenderness and pity.

The girl stopped abruptly, looking up at the endless darkness above in some confusion.

Are you calling her?

No, no, she's alone, who in this world would call her?

She thought to herself.

Hey?

But what is alone?

The girl was unconsciously stunned, the word had just come out of her heart so familiarly, but she didn't know what it meant.

"If you have something, what can you do if you call your mother? But the voice continued, through the darkness, to her ears.

Mother?

The girl was stunned for a moment, tilted her head slightly, and read a little jerkyly.

Suddenly, a vague woman's face seemed to appear in front of her, with tearful eyes and gentleness on her face. Looking at it like this, it makes people feel endless warmth.

Is it her mother who weeps for her?

It was like a difficult question to solve, and the girl struggled to digest it for a long time, before she raised her little hand a little stiffly and held it on her chest, feeling the small but obvious pleasure there, beating again and again.

Slowly, she pursed her lips shallowly, with a smile, childish and satisfied.

……

Like a cloud that has been lifted, the darkness gradually dissipated, and a ray of light was cast in.

As if she hadn't seen the light for a long time, she couldn't help but squint.

"Madam, little miss wake up, little miss wake up!" everything in front of him was strange and familiar, Liluo blinked, only felt as if he was still in a dream, and at this moment, a happy voice sounded beside him.

It seemed that she had been in bed for a long time, she turned her head a little stiffly, and when she wanted to see the person clearly, her palm was suddenly held, and big tears hit the back of her hand, which was terrifyingly hot.

"Luo'er, Luo'er. The man called her name, and his tone was as gentle as in a dream.

"Mother?" thought of the voice in the dark, she was stunned for a moment, tried to get up, and asked in a dumb voice.

"Hey, hey, it's a mother, it's a mother. The woman choked even more for a while, hugged her in her arms, and said tightly, "You can be regarded as awake, you have been with a high fever all these days, and you are really in a hurry to die." ”

The detached head rested on the woman's shoulder, and she looked at the high basin stand outside the green gauze tent in a bit of confusion, silent. After a while, he gently raised his little hand as if he had realized it later, and patted the woman's back as if he were soothing.

The woman seemed to be moved, sighed lowly, and hugged her tighter.

The charcoal fire in the house was warm, and she tilted her head, and she could see the woman's white face, dyed a faint red.

However, his body trembled unconsciously.

Huh, how can it be so cold?

"Luo'er, your illness has not been cured, lie down obediently first, and my mother will go to the doctor. The woman sensed this, and quickly let go of her, helped her to lie down, and coaxed her softly while folding the corners of the quilt for her.

When she received no answer, the woman looked into the bed, but saw a pair of dark eyes, looking at her steadily.

"You're my mother?"

The girl asked, tilting her head and frowning.

"You child, are you so burned that you don't even remember your mother?" The woman's beautiful eyes were slightly red, and she choked again, put the back of her hand on her forehead, tried her body temperature, felt the lower body temperature, she breathed a sigh of relief, and glared at her angrily, "Little debt collector, I didn't listen to your father a few days ago, so I didn't go to play outside the house, and I fell into the garden pond, or the passers-by on the street fished you up, and the whole house worried about you for these days." ”

The little hand that was placed at her side unconsciously pulled the quilt, watching the woman's lips close one by one, she only felt as if at this moment, her whole person had left here, and there was only one problem in her body and mind.