"If I want to be your father, will you open your mouth and call me father?" Jing Lin frowned, and raised his head slightly as Cang Ji moved. He gradually exhaled from his throat, and his eyes were still filled with ice.
"You don't kill me, but take great pains to teach me." Cang Ji half closed his eyes, "I think about it, I always feel that I am being weighed by you."
"You can't change much if you weigh it by kilogram." Jinglin didn't struggle, "You believed the words of the drunk mountain monk seven or eight."
"Yeah. The more I think about it at the moment, the more I'm afraid. I'm so scared that my heart is panicking and pounding. But." Cang Ji paused for a moment, then smiled, "You're more afraid than I am."
Jinglin leaned against the wall without saying a word, Cang Ji rubbed his thumb on his wrist and said, "I didn't notice it all the time. As soon as I approached, you were afraid. You were so scared that you trembled."
"No." Jing Lin touched the wall.
"Why did your flaw come out, is it for the word 'love', or for me." Cang Ji did not bite Jinglin, but only captured Jinglin, and he became more and more handy in this matter.
Cang Ji felt that somewhere in his body was expanding endlessly, this was not his fault, it was Jing Lin's fault. Because it was Jinglin who led and indulged, and stared at him with those seemingly ruthless eyes, it made him even more insatiable.
How can you be kind to a demon
Jing Lin was intentional.
It's all Jing Lin's fault.
"Is the copper bell real?" Cang Ji's fingertips slid down Jing Lin's wrist bone inch by inch, "You told me a lie before you left the mountain."
"What I said is true." Jing Lin felt the sharpness of the sharp teeth, but this was not what he was afraid of. What he was afraid of was such a hot sky.
"Never mind." Cang Ji let go of him suddenly, and slid to his side, "... Quan should be a distraction."
"The drunk mountain monk said that you have the ability to swallow the sky and accept the gods, so you believe it." Jing Lin's red wrist was hidden into the sleeves, "Children are so coaxing."
"I often feel that I am different." Cang Ji's eyes moved with Jing Lin, "When you raised me, was I a koi?"
Jing Lin was silent for a while, and said, "I don't remember."
Jinglin looked at the night sky with a thousand thoughts. He told the truth, he didn't remember. He still remembers the day he killed his father, but he doesn't remember how to live in seclusion in the mountains. It was as if he woke up and Cang Ji was in the vat. They had spent many days like this, and they had completely exhausted their exploration.
Cang Ji looked at Jing Lin, Jing Lin's outline was clear when he meditated, and the lanterns outside the window were half-blooming, so he hid here, as if he would have nowhere to escape if he left his cover. In Cang Ji's eyes, that pair of very attractive skins was not as good as his eyes, it made Cang Ji's blood rush, and it made Cang Ji's killing intent unabated. It's complicated to become a human being. When Cang Ji was still a fish, he just wanted to eat him, but now he feels that this thought is like sugar candy and arsenic. Cang Ji doesn't understand what it is.
This is all Jing Lin's fault!
Cang Ji thought irritably.
It's all him, it's all him...
Jing Lin turned his face to the side in an instant, and Cang Ji unknowingly approached a lot. They were all sitting on the ground now, close together under the window. Cang Ji's eyes have nowhere to rest, he is too greedy, he wants to stare at Jing Lin's eyes, but he can't let go of Jing Lin's lips.
The lip was luscious, adding color between light and shadow. Cang Ji saw it open slightly, and the more dexterous tip of his tongue flashed. He was deceived... Jing Lin seemed to be holding him, he felt dizzy, and he was already close to him. It was the same not long ago, Jinglin was sticking behind him, stroking his arm with his fingers, leading him to meet the enemy head-on, so close, so...
Cang Ji crashed straight into Jing Lin's arms. He leaned against Jing Lin's shoulder and squeezed Jing Lin's arm in frustration, only to realize that he was in great pain all over his body.
"you… "
"Um?"
Cang Ji's eyelids were heavy, and he said confusedly, "Don't look at me..."
Jing Lin was pressed against the wall by Cang Ji, and he was leaning against the window edge behind his neck. The monster covered his body heavily, buried his face into his side neck, tightened his arms, trapped him in a position of indifference, and blocked him in the corner.
Jing Lin's fingers dexterously drilled into Cang Ji's hair, and rubbed as if soothing. He looked up at the stars, flinched at Cang Ji's scalding heat where no one noticed, and was tempted by Cang Ji's scorching heat.
The stone villain sat on the edge of the window, shook his legs, and watched the stars with Jinglin.
Jinglin whispered: "It's so warm."
Shitou retracted his legs, touched Jinglin's forehead, and slid along the edge of the window to Cang Ji's shoulders.
Cang Ji seemed to be holding a ball of cotton, he occupied the whole cotton, and was drowsily waiting for Linghai to repair it. However, he was in a trance, and heard the sound of copper bells crackling. He pushed aside the thick cloud of smoke, suspecting that the bell was calling him to look after Gu Shen.
As expected, Cang Ji raised his head and saw a child squatting across from him. When the child saw him, he immediately stood up and waved, shouting, "Mother!"
"Damn you." Cang Ji blurted out.
The child has already rushed towards him, galloping barefoot, and Ruyan is like a forest. Cang Ji swayed to avoid him, and the child passed him by and threw himself into the woman's arms.
The woman's strong and strong arms picked up the child, tore off the sweat towel to wipe the sweat, and said, "Mother is grinding tofu for others on the road, which is a waste of time."
"I steamed the rice." The child smiled.
"Let's go, let's try it at home." The woman passed by Cang Ji, her footsteps staggering.
The child stepped on the stool and scooped rice for her mother, saying that it was rice, but it was actually soup mixed with corn flour. The woman sat in the fenced yard, took off her shoes, and looked at the blisters on the soles of her feet. She had a sore back and rested for a while with her forehead supported. Zhi'er brought her a bowl, and she ate it with two thick buns.
"Good day, Dad." Zhi'er squatted in front of her and said, "Speak to me for a while at breakfast and teach me to read."
"What words do you recognize?" The woman wiped her mouth.
"Chuan." Zhi'er drew her on the ground, "Chuan—"
The girls were learning to calligraphy head-to-head, but after a while, the woman heard a loud noise in the room. She stepped on her shoes hastily and hurriedly entered. Seeing the man lying on the ground, he crawled on the couch with his arms up.
"Go out." The man's pale face hurriedly embarrassed, "I'll come by myself."
The woman rolled her sleeves to mix with him, and he struggled hard: "I'll come by myself, I'll come by myself..."
The woman dragged him onto the couch, and the man suddenly became angry when he saw Zhier leaning against the door. He shoved the woman and shouted, "You get out...you get out!"
The woman touched under the quilt, and the man's face was ashen. He hugged his head in shame and said over and over again, "Why don't you let me die, how good it is to die."
"Kuanzi." The woman turned her back to the child and said, "Boil a pot of hot water."
The child nodded and stepped back, the man in the inner room was still repeating. The woman swiftly lifted the quilt, took off the man's clothes and trousers, and rolled up and removed the dirty areas. She tugged at the man's wet hair and said softly, "The doctor said that if the medicine is enough, it will be fine. How can you say death casually, Kawako is still waiting for you to take him to school."
Her warm voice calmed the man gradually, but he was still dumbfounded, as if he had already accepted his fate. The woman wiped the sweat for him, and her unbeautiful silhouette was drawn into another kind of perseverance. As she spoke, she patted the man on the back. The man gradually fell asleep, and then she dipped in hot water and wiped off all the filth.
"Kuanzi." The woman took out a few stained copper beads from the inside of her belt. "Go to the town and ask the doctor to come to the house. Mother is waiting for you at home. Be careful on the road."
The child took the money, turned around and ran out the door. The sun was shining outside, and he ran barefoot, even if he was sweating profusely. He didn't run to the town, he was too tired and thirsty on the way, so he wiped his sweat and continued walking.
A Taoist priest with a goatee came out of the sheep intestines path, chanting while walking. The child was dizzy from the sun, and his throat smoked as he panted.
The Taoist priest took off the water bag and handed it to him, squatted down and asked amiably, "Where is my little friend going?"
The child drank the water and said ignorantly, "Looking for the doctor."
"Oh, who in the family is sick?"
"Father." The child wiped off the endless sweat, his palms were wet and sticky, he said, "Father is ill."
The Taoist priest looked at him and asked with a smile, "What's wrong? Maybe I can take a look."
"I can't move." The child said truthfully.
The Taoist priest put the child on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Well, I can see this disease! I'll take you back, okay?"
The child was taken home by the Taoist priest, and the Taoist priest looked around for a while when he was admitted to the hospital. He stepped in and tried half-heartedly, "Is the Lord's house there?"
There was no answer in the room.
The child wanted to go to the ground, but the Taoist priest did not let go. The child shouted: "Mother! The doctor is here!"
The woman did not know where to go, and the Taoist priest entered the door. When it was quiet inside, he rummaged through the outside to pick it up, and casually coaxed the child: "Where is the money? You tell me, I will prescribe the medicine according to my discretion."
The child felt that the Taoist priest was very strong, and it made him uncomfortable. So he shook his head dazedly, a little panicked.
The Taoist turned more and more anxiously. He swept away the tableware and chopsticks on the table, not even under the stove in the corner of the cabinet. Finally he entered the inner room, the man was resting with his eyes closed. The Taoist did not dare to make trouble at first, but just looked back lightly, and the child gradually struggled. He shouted: "No money, no money!"
The man on the couch was awakened, he crawled up and yelled, "Who is it!"
The Taoist priest had already turned over to the wardrobe. He poured out the clothes and finally found a bag of copper beads. He immediately tucked it into his arms, turned his head and frowned at the man coldly. Even if the child doesn't know what he wants to do, he knows that the family is poor and that the money is left by the mother to the father to treat the disease. He punched and kicked the Taoist priest, shouting, "It's not yours!"
The Taoist priest shook his hand and slapped him, carried him and walked out. The man stood up in a panic, grabbed the corner of the Taoist priest's clothes, and was dragged to the ground. He couldn't move his lower body, so he could only tug at the corner of the Taoist priest's clothes.
"What are you doing? You return the child to me!" The man was dragged and wiped, he said, "I will give you all the money, but not the child!"
The Taoist priest pulled his clothes, but he couldn't pull them back for a while. He raised his feet to look at the man's heart and scolded, "Fuck your mother! You are so poor, how much money is your mother's child worth!"
The man was stomped with a hideous face, his knuckles clasped tightly, and he grabbed the Taoist priest's leg with one hand, and shouted loudly: "Su Niang! Su Niang!"
The child was crying loudly, and he beat the Taoist priest indiscriminately: "Father! Father!"
"Let go!" The Taoist stomped the man so violently that blood came out of the man's mouth, "Are you going to let go? If you don't let go, I'll be ruthless!"
The man hugged the Taoist priest's leg, and the blood he couldn't swallow choked out. He said, "The child is returned to me! The child, the child is returned to me!"
Seeing this, the Taoist priest overturned the small table beside the couch and smashed it down at the man. The man was smashed to the bone, but he didn't let go. The Taoist priest picked up the broken jar and slashed the man's fingers: "Let go! Let go!"
The man's hands were cut to pieces, the Taoist priest kicked him away and ran across the door with the child. The man climbed up and chased, and heard the woman coming back from outside bumping into the Taoist priest.
The child cried: "Mother!"
The woman swung her hoe and rushed up. The Taoist thought that the woman in his family was weak and could be bullied. If she was petite, she could be kidnapped along with the child, but she didn't want to be an extraordinarily strong woman! He turned around and ran, Chier tore at his back collar, kicking and kicking non-stop.
The woman chased after her desperately, and said in her mouth: "Kuanzi, Chuanzi!"
The Taoist priest worked so hard on his legs that he gradually got rid of the woman, got into the deep mountains and forests, and ran through the pits. The woman lost one of her shoes, stepped on the rubble with her bare feet, tripped and fell. The Taoist priest took the opportunity to sprint away, and the child heard the piercing cry of his gradually disappearing mother.
The child was trembling and sobbing as the road got longer and longer.