It rained, and it rained for three days.

The heavy rain of three days washed the earth and dropped the osmanthus flowers, making the earth damp, so that every household was full of moisture, and even the quilts that slept at night were wiped out.

That's what this season looks like.

For three days, few people went out too far except outside the hunting room, and only when the rain stopped occasionally would many children run out barefoot, playing in the mud and laughing happily.

At this time in the past, the clown would always pester Su Ming, not too far outside the house, picking up the mud and pinching out small animals that couldn't see what they were.

Every time at this time, Su Ming would play with the clown with a smile, he looked at this kind and lovely child and thought of his childhood.

But in the past three days, immersed in the clown's family, it is sadness, silence, Su Ming's request has made the family have a difficult struggle, and they don't know how to choose.

This is also Su Ming's warmth to this family, because if you change to another family, then it will be a question that does not need to be chosen, after all, how to choose between the child and his daughter, is it difficult?

The clown's father was silent, and his lover was also silent, their eyes always moved between Su Ming and the clown, looking at the birthmark on the clown's face, looking at his thin body, and feeling distressed.

But when his eyes fell on Su Ming, the pale face, the thin body, and the understanding gaze and the look of treating them as their father and mother made the hearts of the couple tingle again.

There are four days left that will be the time of choice......

"Dad, you said that weaving dolls should give them life, but what kind of thinking is needed? to give life to the doll. Su Ming looked at the clown's father and asked softly.

This is the fourth day since the departure of the people of the Evil Spirit Sect. Su Ming took the straw rope and put it in front of the clown's father, bowed his head and braided it.

"People need to be moved...... Only when there is a feeling in the heart can a doll with life be compiled. The clown's father looked at Su Ming and said softly, but the complexity in his eyes couldn't be concealed when Su Ming looked at it.

"The doll that Daddy made before was lifeless, and it was when your brother Xi'er was born, and I listened to his crying voice. The first one was compiled outside. A doll that has come to life. "The clown's father, for the first time in front of Su Ming, called himself Daddy, this rhetoric is very natural, without the slightest artificiality and intentionality. As he said this, he picked up a straw rope.

First made a knot, and then in his hand, the straw rope continued to have a lot of knots, until the straw rope looked over, there were more than ten knots, and he looked at Su Ming.

"Before I married your mother, I was a tribe called the Guto tribe, which is a small tribe. There are only a few hundred people, but the history is long......

I didn't have a barbarian physique since I was a child, and I could only be a mortal, but my father, your grandfather, was Shi Heng of that tribe. The clown's father smiled. There was a reminiscence in his expression.

"You also know that Shi Heng has been a person who cannot cultivate barbarians in the past dynasties, and there is only one job that needs to be done, which is to use the different methods of their respective tribes to record the history of the tribe.

The lineage of the Gutuo tribe is very ancient, and no one knows exactly when it happened, but it can be seen from the method recorded by Shi Heng in the tribe that it is not false.

Because this method of recording is to record history with different grasses and different knots, outsiders cannot see its meaning, and only those who have mastered this method can read it. ”

"I'm Shi Heng of that generation, but ...... The catastrophe of the tribe, the separation and death of the tribesmen, all this does not exist, I met your mother, came here, and lived here...... I'm just a mortal, I don't have any other craft, and it's hard to survive.

But I will make grass knots, and with these countless grass knots, I can make dolls......" The clown's father looked at Su Ming, and when he spoke, his hands did not pause, he had been compiling, and at this moment, with the end of the words, a doll villain appeared in his hands.

The appearance of that villain is quite similar to Su Ming!

"This little man is made up of twenty-nine grass knots, and I have recorded twenty-nine blessings to you in this grass knot, the same doll I gave your brother when he was born, and your sister when she was born, and now, this one is for you. The clown's father handed the doll in his hand to Su Ming.

"Grass Knot Chronicle ......" This is the first time Su Ming has heard of this method of recording history, whether it is in Ximeng or Nanchen, the tribes he has seen have never recorded such a recorder, let alone the title of Shi Heng.

But he can imagine that this Shi Heng should be the position of a tribe similar to the head of the battle and the head of the war.

Taking the doll, the moment Su Ming's hand touched the doll, his eyes suddenly froze, and he clearly felt that there was a vitality contained in this doll, which was very light, if it weren't for the fact that his consciousness had recovered some, it would be difficult to see.

In that vitality, there were blessings, and a warmth spread throughout Su Ming's body.

Su Ming raised his head and took a deep look at the clown's father, if it weren't for his extreme affirmation, the other party was definitely not a person with cultivation, he was just a very ordinary mortal, if it weren't for that, Su Ming would definitely think that it came from the hands of a person with cultivation after seeing this doll.

The vicissitudes of life, the wrinkled face, the grinding of life, the waist that always bends unnaturally when standing up, as if in the years, the whole body is pressed by helplessness and fate.

But it is such a mortal, an ordinary person, the doll compiled from his hand actually has this kind of life power, although there are a lot of dolls from the clown's father that Su Ming saw before, but each of them contains a very weak life, which is not enough to cause him to shock, but now this one in his hand is the cultivation that dissipates in Su Ming's body, and it is actually ...... There was a hint of fluctuation.

"It's about the Grass Knot Chronicle, but most importantly...... Because he can be extremely careful, he can be extremely handful, and he gives the thought of the grass knot with his hands, so that this thought, in his ignorance, becomes a blessing, and this blessing contains his prayer, so as long as he is not dead, then this blessing will exist forever. Su Ming seems to have understood, just like when he painted, just like when people write, others see Jin Ge Iron Horse rushing to the face.

This is all the ultimate cause of something, and it has nothing to do with cultivation, nothing to do with anything, only with the mind.

"The reason why the straw rope you weave is inanimate is because you can't memorize it, so I'll teach you...... Your brother couldn't learn back then, and your sister wasn't interested in this, so it's very gratifying for you to like it. The clown's father smiled kindly, picked up a straw rope, handed it to Su Ming, and picked it up himself.

"Grass knot memorization, this is a very old method, and Daddy's will not be very comprehensive, only some simple things can be recorded, each knot is different, each time you hit one, you have to think about the things you want to record in your heart.

I remember when my Abba told me, he said ......"

"Whether it's a grass knot or a knot, what you need is to see with your eyes, touch with your hands, feel with your heart, and the key thing here is touch.

The feeling of touching each knot when it is tied is very subtle, and I can't say it clearly and concretely, but when there were no words, our ancestors used this method to record everything in their lives. The clown's father said as he tied seven or eight knots.

Time passed like this, and in the blink of an eye, it was a few days, and in these days, Su Ming had been immersed in this kind of sloppy memorization, and his father continued to learn, but the clown's father was obviously not a very good educator, and many times he just felt that he couldn't express it clearly in words.

When it was the first two days before the arrival of the Evil Spirit Sect, the clown's father was silent most of the time, and sometimes looked at Su Ming's gaze, which was also complicated and occupied.

And the clown's mother, too.

The rain outside, after a few days of silence, poured again after noon on this day, and the sound of the rain continued to echo until late at night.

Su Ming was lying in his cabin, looking at the rain outside the window, as well as the thunder and roar that flashed at that time, he couldn't sleep.

In his book, he held a straw rope with seven or eight knots, which his father gave him before going to bed, and during this period of study, Su Ming's account of this grass knot was still a little vague and not particularly clear.

Touching the knot on the straw rope at this moment, Su Ming thought about his past.

The clown is in a room with him, and for a not very wealthy family, it is difficult to make every child have a room of their own.

The sound of well-proportioned breathing accompanied Su Ming for more than a year, making Su Ming's memory unforgettable, he turned his head, looked at the clown, and looked at the sleeping little girl, Su Ming's face showed a smile.

It's just that the tears that flowed from the corners of the little girl's eyes in her deep sleep, as well as the muttering dream language, made Su Ming's smile become doting.

"Brother...... Brother Dog Left...... Don't go, clowns...... I hit them ......"

"Dad, mother...... We are always together ......"

In her world, her biological brother and fuzzy, after all, eight years ago, she was just born not long ago, and when she grew up, she only knew that she had an elder brother who worshiped the sect of immortals.

In addition, everything else is blank, Su Ming's appearance made this blank gradually imprint Su Ming's figure, for her, her brother is Su Ming.

Her best hope in this life is that the family, including her brother, will always be happily together.

Wiping away the tears from the corners of the clown's eyes, Su Ming showed a touch of firmness in his eyes, he didn't want to see this family sad, he wanted to make this family happy all the time.

"Clown, Brother Gou Yu promised you that I would protect your family...... Until the end!"—

has already opened the other party's five hundred votes, can you open some more, the root of the ear continues to code words, this is the second more!()