Seeing Chen Feng walking away in a playful manner, the farmer helped Chen Cheng straighten her sideburns. The big thick hands carried traces of dirt, and the dirt mixed with sweat flowed all over the body. Thick eyebrows and big eyes, straight nose and wide mouth, with a little natural stupidity in his gestures, but there is a bit of chic in his bones.

Chenhui stared into the farmer's eyes, unable to breathe with excitement.

"I've come here countless times to see you, but I can only see your shadow. I've finally waited until today, when I can listen to you again and touch your face......"

"That kid...... Is it the next Aeol? ”

"Your ring woke up on him, I thought I'd have to wait for many more years......."

"He's my grandson?"

The farmer looked at Chen Feng in the distance with loving eyes, a broad, thick back shining in the scorching sun, boredomly shaking the branches that he had picked up from nowhere. He smiled, seeing his own blood and bones, no matter how he looked at it, he liked it, and he couldn't see it enough. Albeit...... He doesn't seem to be much older than Chen Feng.

Chen's words made the farmer's smile suddenly freeze, and he glared at Chen's aunt with a hint of consternation.

"You're going to fight the sun god tomorrow......"

"How do you know?"

"You're going to die!" Chenhui looked into the eyes of the wind god, "Let him stay and help you, and I will stay too." There's got to be a chance to beat him and we'll be together......"

The farmer let go of Chen's hands and looked up at Chen Feng in the distance. "You're looking for him just to send him to his death?"

Chen Xi stared at the bronze face in front of her weakly, she didn't expect that she had been searching for hundreds of years, and thought of the only way to let him survive, but in exchange for such doubts. For a long time, she has been entangled in Chen Feng's problem. She knew that he was a descendant of the god of wind, and she knew the responsibility he shouldered. But the Wind God trapped her in the Valley of the Wind God more than 700 years ago and slept for a hundred years, which is an indelible regret in her long life.

She regretted that she could not face the sun god with him, that it was not she who gave birth to his son, and that she could not personally bury him even in the end.

But now she has found a way, and the naked kid not far away is the only regret medicine in the world. As long as she has him, she can return to the god of winds. As long as he is available, the two wind gods can contain the sun god, and the twelve heavenly gods can destroy it in one fell swoop, ending the fate of the entanglement between the sun god and the wind god for thousands of years. As long as he has him, he can survive, and he can give him children and continue the incense. She can even tolerate the god of wind marrying that ordinary woman at the same time, let her give birth to a son for him, and this silly boy will be born in a few hundred years, and nothing will change......

"It's not like that," she said pleadingly, looking at the tall farmer, "if you survive, I will bear you children, and you will have many children and grandchildren." If you want, that woman can stay with you, and I won't touch the child in her belly...... Feng'er will be born in a few hundred years, and nothing will change ......"

The farmer's gaze softened, and he looked at Chen Feng from a distance, as if he saw the life of a group of children in the future. A few hundred years later, a little black fat man will be born, he is no longer the god of wind, just an ordinary silly boy, he doesn't have to carry any mission, he just needs to grow up happily, marry a wife and have children, and be born, old, sick and die. His heart really softened, thinking that he could have such an ordinary and lovely descendant in the future, he even looked forward to that day coming soon.

……

More than 700 years ago, the moon was exceptionally bright, like half a pancake hanging in the sky. The stars around are like scattered sesame seeds, little by little, but there is a tangy fragrance.

Chen Feng was really hungry, he fought with the sun god, from noon to night, he hadn't eaten a little, sitting in the fenced courtyard with tree branches, uncomfortable.

This small courtyard was built in the middle of nowhere, and there were no people around, lying alone on a high slope not far from the river. In addition to the crop field, the mosquitoes flying all over the sky circled around him, and I don't know if the little fresh meat in the next few hundred years is to their taste. The big wood lying under the buttocks has been dead for many years, but it has not even picked up the bark, and there is no flat place from beginning to end, which makes the butt hurt. There is not a single brick in the loess yard under the feet, and it is comfortable to step on, but there are messy insects popping out of the weeds everywhere, and there are a few thin worms. This made him dare not sit on the ground, maybe any of the blind bugs drilled in the wrong place, and it was too late to regret it.

The three houses next to him were just as miserable. There was not a single brick inside or out, and the walls were made of adobe, and they were smeared with wheat straw and good clay inside and out. On the roof, a few green tiles were added to the eaves, and a few crooked pieces of wood supported a thick layer of dry yellow mud. Oh, by the way, the yellow mud is also the wheat straw that has been crushed by the knife. There was a woman living in the house, who should be Chen Feng's grandmother, who was sitting on a clay kang smeared with yellow mud mending the pants of the old Fengshen. Looking through the window framed by branches, there were two wooden cabinets that had lost their paint, except for an oil lamp the size of a firefly, and they were almost empty.

Anemo was busy with dinner in his "temple", and the kitchen was the room in the middle. This room contains all the iron tools in the house, including a pot, two pickaxes, and a hoe. There were no more metal farming tools, not even the plough was made of wood. Not to mention the "second bedroom", there is nothing but a clay kang of the same style. The life of this wind god seems to be a bit miserable. Grandma is very pregnant, and the one who is about to be born may still have to be called Grandpa. No wonder people have a limited lifespan, if they are immortal, this generation can't be called.

The eighteen or nineteen-year-old grandmother is quite delicate, and her temperament is more typical than that of a typical rural woman. is full of old Texas dialect, and there is a chat with Sister Meng. It seems that they really want to serve the old man who is wearing big pants, big shoulders, and bare feet to cook.

The young grandfather was busy for a long time, and finally brought out a large black pottery bowl from the kitchen. That bowl was really big and heavy. It was hot and filled with mush that I didn't know what kind of noodles it was made of, and I couldn't see it clearly in the moonlight. Fortunately, there were two eggs in the paste, which must have been left for grandma to eat during confinement. Great-grandchildren are seen in advance today...... Or the great-grandson, let's call it the great-grandson, the old grandfather was also very happy, and brought the best things in the house to this stupid boy to eat.

The fat boy was really hungry, so he took the bowl, picked up the chopsticks made from the branches, and pulled them into his mouth. The old grandfather sat next to him and grinned, timidly reached out and touched Chen Feng's neck, and patted his round head.

The mush was hot, but it didn't stop the hungry fat man, but the problem was that it didn't taste very good. The first bite, I didn't swallow it. No matter how hard I tried, it was as if a knife was stirring in my throat. The old grandfather grinned and watched him eat, if he didn't eat a little fragrant, it didn't seem to be very polite. I can't help it, close my eyes and swallow it in my stomach.

Patting the little fat man on the back, Fengshen asked him, "Boy, is it delicious?" ”

Chen Feng took a bite of the egg, wanting to wash away the strange smell of mush. Hearing the old grandfather's question, he didn't dare to tell the truth, nor did he dare to tell lies. His mouth was stuffed full, and he nodded his head in reply.

"Is the red mark on your leg a birthmark? How is it so big? ”

Hearing this, he really couldn't hold it in front of this long-ago relative. The large pottery bowl gradually left his lips, the chopsticks trembled violently in his hands, and the yolk of the egg in his mouth fell from the gradually grinning mouth to the stomach one by one.

Fengshen didn't speak again, and quickly hugged his grandson in his arms, head to head.

After a long time, Chen Feng didn't move, leaning on his grandfather's arms and crying, the big black bowl almost fell to the ground. The grandmother in the window poked her head out and saw the child's father and the child's great-grandson hugging each other, full of doubts, but she didn't dare to speak. She knew that her husband was not extraordinary, and the fat boy looked much taller than her grandmother, not to mention that he was still a naked man, so he didn't dare to look at it or open his mouth.

The wind god slowly raised his head, his eyes full of hesitation. He saw the future from Chen Feng's head, saw Thor, saw the truck pulling white ash, and saw Hong Liang lying on the stone slab. He also saw the black dragon flying in the sky and the wounded and defeated sun.

There were too many things in Chen Feng's memory that were beyond the comprehension of the wind god, he didn't understand how mortals could run a car without animals, and he didn't understand why later generations cut their hair short, so that at first glance, Chen Feng thought that his grandson was a little monk. But he understands why his grandson is crying and why he is here.

He began to waver, wondering if he should let his child join the battle tomorrow. looked at the silly boy in his arms and asked himself, if he really survived, would Chen Feng still be Chen Feng at this moment? But if you don't survive, you can't watch the child in your daughter-in-law's womb be born.

He hesitated, hugged Chen Feng's head tightly, and kissed him heavily on the hedgehog-like head. Taking a deep breath, he stood up and walked into the house and turned around and came out again. Sitting down next to the fat boy again, he filled the cigarette pouch pot with a bucket full of broken cigarettes. It was only at this time that Chen Feng truly believed that the strong man in front of him was really the god of wind. I saw that he put the cigarette pouch made of white jade in his mouth, and his two eyes gently glanced at the copper cigarette pouch pot, and the broken cigarette actually ignited by itself. Neither of them spoke, one smoking with his legs crossed, and the other sobbing and eating most of the bowl of mush.

There was a pungent smell in the air, and the cigarette pouch pot lit something that didn't seem to be the same thing that Grandpa smoked on a regular basis. It doesn't seem to be a dry tobacco leaf, it has a faint aroma, but it also looks like a straw of something. He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to think about it.

"Boy!" The old grandfather spat out a puff of smoke, and the smoke gradually rose and dispersed in the calm night, covering the brightest star and the eyes of the old grandfather looking at the sky.

(As the medium of the "Tears of God", the tobacco pouch pot has to exist for a long time, so the author deliberately ignores the fact that tobacco only entered this land from the Ming Dynasty, and gave birth to such a prop out of thin air.) Later, the author will try my best to give a reasonable explanation, hoping to get the reader's understanding. ）