Dragon Ball.

This thing sounds very mysterious, I have never seen a dragon at all when I grow so big, let alone a red dragon, I have only seen insects, what fart bugs, caterpillars, cockroaches, centipedes I have seen, even so I can't imagine what the red dragon looks like. So I searched my stomach and thought that I had seen some mythological stories when I was a child, it seems that the dragon is a very large creature, with an extremely long body, and the head and tail are connected to surround Chang'an City. But after all, the myth is similar to the ghost story I made up, and it is up to me to believe it or not.

I asked Master, why did Elder Wuying kill me?

Master said, "You have what He wants."

I said, "Ah, it seems that this old man covets my property."

Master glanced at me: What is the good picture of your little property, what he wants is worth more than money.

I can't understand what the concept of more valuable than money is, today's imperial court has shown that money is the standard for measuring value, but if you want to make money, you first need to find a job, and being an official in this world is the fattest. Not only fat but also idle, not only idle but also profitable. The imperial court also used actions to show that being an official is not an unattainable thing, and every young man and even the elderly with dreams have the opportunity, the first to admit the rich and talented, the second to admit the rich, and finally the poor scholars can only rely on women to take the position. I have always believed that there is nothing in our country that cannot be solved with money, and if there is, then pay more.

If the value of something cannot be measured by money, it is a priceless treasure, and only something that cannot be bought with money will in a sense exceed the value of the money itself.

I asked, "What is that is worth more than money, and that the disciples have this thing in their homes?"

Master said, "This thing is not in your house."

I wondered: where is it?

Master said, "On you."

Confused, I groped myself up and down in the bed, but found nothing but a lump of plaster left over from a few days of not bathing.

Master couldn't bear to look at him and said, "He wants your heart."

I said, "Why don't you just say that he wants my life?" Could it be that this old man is secretly selling human organs?

The Master sighed, and suddenly leaned over the futon and said, "Stretch out your hand."

I obediently stretched out my hand from the bed, and Master took my hand and pressed it tightly against his chest.

Master said, "Do you feel it?"

I held my breath and felt with my heart.

I said, "Well, Master's cotton clothes are quite warm.

Master said, "......

Immediately after that, my hand reached into the collar of Master's hand, and my cold hand seemed to enter the southern midsummer in an instant. The back of my hand was covered with Master's hand, and the palm of my hand was attached to Master's thin shirt, and for some reason I was a little red-faced and red-eared, and I couldn't breathe. His chest is like a hot soup woman, and the warmth spreads from the palms of his hands to the soles of his feet. With even breathing, the chest rises and falls slightly, and in addition to that, there is a strong and powerful beat.

I wondered: What is this?

Master said, "Heartbeat."

I withdrew my hand and pressed it over my chest, as quiet as ever.

I asked: Is it only Master who has a heartbeat?

Master said, "No, everybody has it."

I said, "If you deceive, you won't have it!"

Master said, "Of course you don't, because you don't have a heart."

I stared blankly at Master, and my mind kept echoing: Because you don't have a heart.

What are you kidding, although I am lonely and unheard, but I also know that a person cannot live without a heart, and the heart and other internal organs are the standard of a person's birth, all of which are indispensable, but I never knew that the heart could also beat.

Master said, "It's not accurate to say that you don't have a heart."

I breathed a sigh of relief, and lo and behold, how could a person be careless.

Master then said, "However, when you are born, your heart is only one-third of that of an ordinary person. In fact, when you and Jiang Hua were born, it was not just as simple as a conjoined body.

Speaking of this, Master's expression was solemn.

Master said, "Both of you have incomplete hearts. As a teacher, the one-third that Jiang Hua lacks is the one-third you have, and I think you share the same heart.

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Thunder and lightning flashed, and candles flickered.

I curled up in the corner of the bed, my hands tightly covering my ears. Hypocritical lies are loved by all because lies are comforting. Everyone is afraid of the truth, because the truth is a hedgehog, it is aggressive, and it will pierce the most fragile of hearts.

After a long time, I calmed down my uneasiness and plucked up the courage to listen to the rest of the truth.

At that time, it was not a coincidence that I sacrificed to protect the Jiang painting, and the main reason has only surfaced today. Although I am the same mother as Jiang Hua, I am weak and crippled, and Jiang Hua is much healthier than me. Admittedly, I shouldn't have come to earth, and even if I were born, I would have died at the rate of a meteor. And my master, the famous jade-faced little white dragon on the rivers and lakes, spent a year traveling all over the world and looking through books, so that he could save me when I was dying.

I couldn't believe that the way to save me was the turquoise dragon ball. In other words, it is not a heart but a dragon ball lying in my body now, and the original small piece of heart has long since withered like a withered petal.

I said: So it was the Dragon Balls that saved me.

Master said, "Master didn't want to tell you about this, because it was cruel and dangerous. But now I have to tell you, lest you think that someone else is killing you for your money.

I asked: If it weren't for Dragon Ball, would the disciple have died immediately?

Master acquiesced.

I stroked my chest, but there was no movement except for the ups and downs of my breath. It's no wonder how can the beads beat, it's normal if it doesn't move, and if it moves one day, it's abnormal. I was in a very tangled situation, on the one hand, my desperate desire suddenly beats, so that I would punch Master in the chest, reprimand him, and make up stories to lie to me. On the other hand, I want it to stay still and live in peace with me as it used to.

There was another thunderclap, and a downpour of rain was exploded.

I love snow more than rain, and functionally, rain washes away, trying to wash away dirt and dust. And the snow is very simple, he will only quietly bury everything layer by layer with his white and flawless body.

I burrowed into the quilt as if I was hiding in the thick snow, and it was pitch black, even if I opened my eyes and wept, no one knew about it, only the sound of the rain disturbed my mind.

Through the thick quilt, I heard Master say, "Is it wrong to save you like this for the Master?"

I was stunned.

Master said, "The Master knows that you are in pain, but Shan'er, the reason why you are in pain is because you are still alive." Everyone in this world suffers from more or less pain, and no one is spared, until one day they are buried under the loess, and then there will be no pain again. Do you really want this to be painless?

I curled up in the dark bed and wept silently.

After crying for a long time, I poked my head out of the bed and looked at Master pitifully.

Master pulled out a wry smile and handed me the sleeve of my coat for me to wipe my tears.

Master said, "Alas, crying like this is not like the apprentice of my jade-faced little white dragon, but like the apprentice of the wildflower cat next door.

I sobbed and didn't open the pot.

I said: What a jade-faced little white dragon, you are obviously called Buddha.

Master was shocked: How do you know the name of the teacher, and when the teacher is drunk, he said that he leaked his mouth?

I shook my head and said, "Master, don't say that you are drunk, even if you are poisoned, you will not say half a word." The name Buddha is quite literary, did the master and father obtain it or did they get it themselves?

Master said, "Criminal, no big or small.

I said, "It seems that I got it myself."

Master said, "How do you know?"

I said, "Guess, you can see how our parents get their names, or how they come naturally, and how they come with a comparison. You see, my mountain character is only three strokes. When I used to play with Changgui, I knew a little girl named Wang Yiyi, and she saved ink than me when she wrote her name. Looking at your name again, Master, with all due respect, it is really troublesome to write.

Master said, "Well, what a good seedling. As a teacher, I have been worried that you are too sad and don't know how to comfort you, and now it seems that there is no need to worry about you.

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Last night was still lightning, thunder, and storms, and this morning I woke up with clear skies and clouds.

In the courtyard of Jiangfu, plum branches are swaying. Due to a rainstorm last night, the yard was messy, and the plum trees had obviously lost their hair badly, and they were a little sparse after the night.

I lay on the lounge chair and enjoyed the caress of the warm winter sun. Every time I had a bad attack, I needed to recuperate for a few days before I could survive. On the Erniang side, I myself because I was naughty and caused trouble, and I was beaten up by the master to prevaricate the past.

Erniang is convinced of this, after all, I have been beaten since I was a child. I feel wronged, and Erniang thinks I should be beaten.

That's when I move out of my late dad and retort: My dad never beats me.

Erniang said: That's because you learned the skill, your father can't beat you.

I said, "Then my dad didn't hit me when I was a big ass."

Erniang said: What do you remember when your fart is big, even if you open your ass and spend it, you will forget it completely. It's because children don't have a long memory that we adults become verbose.

I said, "No, I remember everything I remember very clearly when I was a child."

Erniang said: Oh, you still remember when you were three years old and choked on stealing eggs.

I thought about it, and it seemed like there was something going on.

I said, "Yes."

Erniang said: When I was six years old, my family and Changgui's family went to the western suburbs together, and you pulled into the crotch of your pants and shouted that Changgui did it, what about this?

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