readx; Chapter 16 Rattle, Wave Wave

I actually had a dream in a drowsy mood, but what I dreamed of was not Zhong Yin Shenjun who annoyed me, but Jiuzhuo who had just walked on his front foot. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Jiu Zhuoming wore a wedding dress swayingly, and his posture was very leisurely. Holding Changge in one hand and me in the other, he bowed to a vague figure. I bent down for a long time, not knowing who I was worshipping or what I was doing.

I only heard the vague shadow and said: "In this way, Jiuzhuo is my apprentice's husband, and Changge is your child." ”

I was confused and wondered who your apprentice was? Isn't it the Divine Concubine Jinzhao? Who is the master of the Divine Concubine Jinzhao? I really don't know......

At this time, I heard a groan and laughter coming from above my head: "Yangyang, why don't you call Fujun?"

I looked up blankly, staring at Jiuzhuo for a long time.

It didn't matter if I looked at each other, the thunder didn't stir the fire, it just woke me up all of a sudden. I sat up from the couch in a cold sweat, looked at the thin blanket on my body at some point, and looked around blankly, only to find that Jiuzhuo was not there when Changge left, and the cave was deserted. Through the hole, I knew that the day was coming to an end, and it was sunset.

Dejectedly, he recalled the dream just now, and his old face was burned red. I don't know if this is a spring dream...... However, this dream is to show that I am not dead to Jiuzhuo? These **** are dangling in front of my eyes, and I feel used to it, but I don't have the feeling of being distracted when I first saw him. But what about this dream?

I struggled with it for a while, but I didn't come up with a reason. got up and looked for Changge, and the palm-sized ground was a mess of him playing. It turned out that while I was asleep, he had been playing a leftover rattle that I had played when I was a child. I vaguely remember that the second senior brother said that this rattle was because I was weak when I was a child, and I loved to cry at night, and the master and his old man went to the mortal world to buy it to tease me. Master also learned a set of nursery rhymes, which he sang while shaking: "Rattle, wavy waves." The little baby is about to grow up, and he grows up to chase grasshoppers. There is grass in front and trees in the back, and a handful of them are grabbed. "I don't remember much about Master's immortal appearance at that time, and I really can't imagine that Master, who has always been serious and doesn't smile, can coax me to sleep with a small mortal thing. The fourth senior sister told me solemnly that she came up with this idea. Master was afraid that I would cry at night, not rest well, and be weaker, but he didn't come up with any way, after all, the senior brothers and sisters were all sent to Kunlun to learn spells when they grew up, and Master had no experience in bringing babies. Just when the master was melancholy and wanted to use a spell to force me to sleep, the fourth senior sister appeared. She told Master that maybe the rattle would be useful, so Master went down to the realm and bought one. I took the rattle to the Master for verification, and the Master sang me a short children's rhyme.

I was only 200 years old at the time, and I was carrying a rattle to Master who seemed to be forging a sword. I only remember that the master was holding a heavy sword in one hand and a rattle in the other, his expression was open and natural, and he opened his mouth slightly, and his pale lips made an arc along the nursery rhyme. Master's voice has always been gentle, and he doesn't look heroic, his eyebrows are light, and the master was in the sword house that day, and he didn't tie his hair, his long hair was like ink, and his eyes were like stars. I almost felt that the master of that day, with a rattle in one hand and a heavy sword in the other, was like, well, like a proper mother who could comfort her young child and protect her at the same time. Later, I found a woman as heroic as a master in a certain notebook, she rode a horse with a sword in her hand, and led a group of men to fight to protect her home, but unfortunately the woman had no children, and was finally sent to the gallows. I sighed for her for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion that it was not easy for Master, and since then I have admired Master even more.

When I came back to my senses, I looked at Changge lovingly. Although Changge is more than 8,000 years old today, his roots have always been rooted in Dongyu Mountain, and the Yuan Shen has always been forbidden in his body. He has been fighting with me since he was conscious, and I have never seen him as a child who needs to be cared for. Naturally, he didn't have the opportunity to get in touch with any rattles, and he didn't have the childhood that a normal fairy boy should have, and I felt that I couldn't live with him after thinking about it. Maybe it's because of this that he is not as innocent, lively and cute as the average 8,000-year-old fairy, and he always has a sense of youth and old age, and he is guilty of sin.

I looked around. However, there is only one rattle at hand. I sighed wistfully.

"Wuyang, what is this?" Changge looked at me with a pair of big watery eyes.

"Rattles, kids play. I replied kindly.

He frowned.

I guess I wasn't quite satisfied with this answer, so I thought about it and vaguely remembered the tune that Master sang back then, and sang it to him roughly.

Changge frowned and listened to me finish singing, pursed his lips and turned his head to look to the side: "Wuyang, your singing is really ugly." ”

My bird's heart, pull out the cold. I've always known that my singing is ugly, but I've never sung to anyone else, and finally my motherhood was thrown cold water by him. I feel like I'm all having smoke in my head.

Suddenly, a soft little thing hugged my leg, the little thing was green, and the voice was indistinct: "Yangyang, you say that mother, mother, mother It's hard for her to sing, but she still wants to hear her sing; Obviously, some things have been understood, I just want to watch her gently talk to you over and over again until she loses her temper; She is also beautiful and will be warm when she holds her hand......"

The soft and soft tone is very distressing.

I hung my head and lovingly stroked Changge's hair, which was soft and comfortable to the touch. I hugged him, like a mother holding her child, I exhaled softly, and Changge had a little milk on him. I couldn't bear to look up, and the nature of maternal love seemed to be stimulated...... Some people can be loved by their parents from birth, and in the future they will have a wife who loves them, give birth to a lovely child, and live a life with beauty, such as Zhong Yin and the fourth senior sister. And some people can't get a part of it for the rest of their lives, and when the downpour falls from the sky, how painful and cold is it on their bodies?

There is a sour poet who says, like a fish drinking water, it knows its own warmth and coldness.

I patted Changge's back with great care: "Not all mothers sing ugly...... I'll take you to someone who can sing when I'm free. ”

I can't let him be disgusted with his mother's songs, sins and sins. And I know that I can't replace the role of my father and mother no matter what...... Moreover, if there is such a smart and clever son who can see through the red dust, how worried he should be.

I sighed, half sympathetic, half self-harmed. I didn't seem to be enlightened as early as Changge, and when I realized the meaning of Master and Daddy, I realized that without Daddy, Master would also be feathered. I was not yet 20,000 years old.

sighed and wanted to wait for Zhong Yin's matter to be over, so he took Changge to the mortal world and found a place to sing music for him. Stretched out his hand and rubbed Changge's little head, turned to cook.

But he said, "The lewd rain has been going on for two or three days." I sat in front of the door of the cave and looked at the sky, gloomy and lifeless. The rootless water is fluttering and the wisps are mixed and mixed, and some of them are touching the scene.

Changge looked at me with a bowl of porridge in his hand, and I shook my head with him. He lowered his head again and drank porridge in frustration.

I know he's asking me why Jiuzhuo hasn't come back yet, and when Jiuzhuo will come back. I couldn't answer him, so I had to tell him that Jiuzhuo already had a wife, and he came here just to spend the night, and he couldn't come back to say anything. His mouth flattened, as if he was about to cry, but finally no tears fell, just sat there silently drinking porridge, eating and playing rattle, and looked at me from time to time, as if urging me to look for him. I don't know why my Wutong is so concerned about this Nine Zhuo Shangshen who can't be beaten with eight poles, maybe it's because Master Qize knows him?

I held my head, I was sleepy for a while, but I didn't dare to sleep, Changge had to wait for him to come back, and I had to guard Changge. In just one day, I fell in love with Changge, Changge has this ability, not to mention that he has my master's aura on him, which is familiar to people for no reason.

Changge ate the white porridge and hugged my leg: "Wuyang, let's go out and have a look at him?"

I looked at the pouring rain outside, and then at the poignant portrait on Changge's face. Thinking that it was raining so heavily, Zhongyin Shenjun should go home early to drink ginger soup, so he casually pinched a trick and conjured up an oil-paper umbrella to prop it up: "Let's go out and have a look." ”

The rain was heavy for a while, and there was no sound of wind. The warblers and warblers who love to cry out on weekdays in Dongyu Mountain have all taken their throats, and they don't know where to hide. Only the rain hits the plantain and the rain hits the plane tree. In addition to the white raindrops in front of him, there were black trees, and Jiuzhuo's tone when he left seemed like he couldn't come back for a while, so he walked around with Changge.

Dangling, it seems to have reached the boundary of the immortal barrier. Changge pulled me and scavenged the land of the enchantment bit by bit, he wanted to make sure that Jiuzhuo hadn't come back yet.

I was pulled by him and yawned as I walked. There seemed to be something swept in my eyes, and I did feel that the figure was very familiar, but it was indeed not a tree in my Dongyu Mountain.

"Thirteen. The tree-like figure spoke, and his voice was hoarse, as if it had aged for tens of thousands of years overnight.

"Zhong Yin Shenjun, why didn't you leave?" I was surprised, this Zhong Yin Shenjun didn't go home to drink ginger soup, but was drenched in the rain here for three or four days, "You are so bad, your wife is afraid that she will be distressed." ”

"Thirteen ......" he hurriedly took a few steps and pulled my arm, the rootless water soaked him, and his painted hair was draped over his shoulders, "Do you still hate me?"

I thought it was not thirteen 30,000 years ago, but he is 70,000 years old now. If I could have entangled with him in the form of a little daughter, I can't do it anymore today. If this question is placed at a young age, I have something to say, but yet, Changge can hold my hand, what else to say?

"I'm afraid that the god monarch is getting drenched in the rain a lot, and he is a little unconscious, right? The old body owes the god how many favors the god monarch, the old body remembers, the god king just asked me to pay it back immediately, and the old body has nothing to say, but this love and hate, the old body has no thoughts. I looked at the rain curtain and said softly.

"Thirteen," he opened his mouth to say something, but I followed his eyes to see another great god, Nine Zhuo.