The boy replied affirmatively, "I must remember that my mother told me about it." ”

The second half of the sentence is a little redundant, like a child who is afraid of making a mistake to defend himself in advance, in fact, it is to show Xiàn determination and strength.

Thirteen Lang sighed and said, "We have discussed it, and I want to leave you a surprise." But I guess your mother can't help it, most likely hinted. ”

The boy thought about it seriously, his expression was slightly confused, and he couldn't make up his mind.

Blessing, a superficial explanation is to get happiness, is the expectation that any mother will give her child, since the lotus fairy knows prenatal education, similar words must have been said a lot.

"The word Tongyin, can also be called virtue, virtue of virtue, so the blessing is also called virtue blessing, build the great virtue into the avenue, accumulate blessings and cast the true body. ”

Looking up at the bright moon, Shisanlang recalled and said: "When I first chose the name, your mother's thoughts were not quite the same as mine. I advocate the use of virtue, I hope you can achieve a great cause, your mother said that it is best to succeed, it is not a big deal if you don't succeed, as long as you live peacefully, it is good to live happily. ”

Unconsciously, the boy's eyes were wet and misty, and he followed his father to look up at the sky, and his pink lips trembled and said, "What happened later?"

bowed his head in anticipation of happiness, and Thirteen Lang said with emotion: "Your mother has a stubborn temper, I can't resist her." ”

The back is gone.

Such a reply could explain cause and effect, but it was too simple, and the boy waited for a while and did not see what happened, and his expression slowly revealed his agitation;

After a while, just as the boy's mood was gradually stabilizing and he was about to make a decision, Shisanlang suddenly said, "Blessing, you are very similar to your mother. ”

The boy hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, "Where is it like?"

Jusan Lang said, "Appearance." Temperament and ambition. For example, your mother is respected by the world, enjoys the reputation of the flower of eternity, and is very proud in her bones, and she is not weaker than you in the slightest. ”

The boy said proudly, "Of course. ”

"It's a kid after all. Thinking in his heart, Shisanro continued: "Arrogant. Your mother's requirements for you are actually very high, but she doesn't know how to say it. For example, she said that her son is safe and sound, and she actually hopes that you can do great things that others can't. In the past, every time I talked to her about you, she would always carry you because of the meaning of the name, and the opposite would be carried and carried by your mother, and your mother herself would say what she wanted to teach you to be, how great you were, and so on. ”

The boy was blank and said, "Why don't I know at all?"

Thirteen Lang sighed and said: "You were still young at that time, and besides, this is a private matter between me and your mother, and I won't deliberately tell you if your mother has talked about it." Pregnant with you before you came into this world?"

The boy nodded silently and said, "I didn't elaborate. My mother said that I could wait until I was older. ”

"That's right, and I'll do the same. Thirteen Lang said slowly: "When the world soul brought you and your mother in, my father was attacking the gods, and I was fighting with your mother; ”

"Don't say anything," the boy froze. There are too many things in my heart that I want to ask, and I want to know too much about the time at that time. But Shisanlang had already changed his mouth, and then the topic said: "In short, the two of you are very similar in all aspects. ”

The boy was silent, his heart was messy, and he didn't know what to do.

Jusan Lang said, "There are also differences, a lot. ”

The boy froze. His expression was slightly gloomy.

Remembering things does not mean that you can see and hear things in the outside world, and you almost encountered a catastrophe before you were born, and when you were born, your mother has already turned into a moon, and the boy thinks that her mother and I look different. What exactly is it like?

Thirteen Lang raised his hand, pointed to the altar and said, "Can this thing move, will it affect you?"

The boy paused again and said, "It's not too important, what are you doing?"

The sword aura is vertical and horizontal, the debris on the altar is dotted, and a portrait of a woman is completed in an instant. After such a long time, Thirteen Lang recovered a lot of mana, and his painting was extremely serious and fast.

This is not the Tao.

Because it is not the Tao method, it is particularly difficult, and it takes countless repetitions to become so proficient, and it is obvious that Jusan Lang often does this, often drawing the same female picture in this way.

The boy had no time to comprehend the meaning, and his eyes were attracted by the woman in the painting, and his eyes did not blink.

Covered with long hair, peerless face, barefoot, gauze skirt, the surrounding divine radiance surging, fierce fire, the flower of eternity with a solemn expression, stepping on the white lotus and the feet.

On Mount Meru, the night lotus is pregnant in the fire, which is one of its most beautiful moments.

Tu Cheng closed his fingers, and Thirteen Lang sighed lightly and said: "I haven't started writing for a long time, and I'm rusty." ”

This sentence is too self-pitying, and what it says is true. At this moment, if the night lotus is in front of her, she will definitely be able to point out that there are many problems with that portrait, such as the cheeks are slightly plump, the expression is soft, and the gaze seems to be pointed, which does not match the appearance of the flower of eternity back then.

It doesn't matter, what matters is that the boy is focused, and the dementia is half silent.

After a few more moments, the boy raised his hand to say something, and Jujuro waved again.

"It's you. ”

As he spoke, the sword intent reappeared, obviously slower and more meticulous than just now, and Thirteen Lang looked back at the boy while drawing, occasionally pausing in silence, for fear that something would go wrong. Even the boy was nervous about his solemn appearance, and he stood still honestly, and he didn't dare to open his mouth to disturb.

"A child is a child. ”

Painting in his hands, looking at his eyes, and thinking in his heart, the resentment caused by the confrontation dissipated, and only tenderness remained. When he first painted for the boy, Shisanro was scheming and deliberately leaned on himself and Yelian;

"This is my son, this is the first painting, the first gift, the first thing I did for my son. ”

When the incense was burned, it was painted, and his fingers were closed, and Thirteen Lang was slightly panting, and blood was spilling from his lips.

"Let's see if it looks like your mother. ”

The backlash is still there, the internal injuries are heavy, and the night lotus is still fine before, but when the boy and Thirteen Lang are engrossed, their mental energy is too much, which is comparable to a big war.

Hardship and sweat always bring harvest, not to mention bloodshed. I don't know if it's a coincidence or deliberately, after the two paintings are side by side, the lotus fairy in the painting is staring down, and the left hand is bent to cast a spell and pinch the spell, but now it looks like a traction;

Like not?

Who cares.

At least the boy didn't care, he looked down at his feet, his body motionless.

There was a soft click, the sound of the jade falling and shattering, followed by a second and third strokes, and the boy rubbed his eyes with his hands from time to time, trying very hard not to do this, but to no avail.

As soon as the love gate opened, how could it be so easy to close, the boy endured it, endured it, and the tears still fell down, and slowly began to sob.

Shisanlang waited ruthlessly for a while, and felt that the fire was almost over before he walked over, and reached out to pat the boy's head.

"Don't be sad son, your mother isn't"

"Don't worry about it, go away!"

With a snap, the boy slapped away Thirteen Lang's hand, but his body fell to the ground softly, bowing down in front of the portrait, and crying.

"Mother!"

I feel that it is superfluous to add anything here, so I will stop here

(To be continued......)