After a long time, Lin Mu woke up in a trance from that long and short memory.
He looked around the room and found that Di Xiu had closed the album and put it back in its original place, hugging the fruit with his head on it, immersed in the little yellow light.
It seems that there is absolutely no intention to use this fruit to supplement himself.
Lin Mu didn't bother his father. He didn't know what happened after that peaceful and sweet memory, but compared the vibrant and bright beauty in the memory just now, with the memory that he always carried with some pain and talking. Always a gentle and peaceful mother, Lin Mu felt that what happened next might be very bad.
Lin Mu got up and left the room lightly.
He closed the door, and Di Xiu, who was lying on the black fruit, lightly rubbed the fruit in his arms, and the night wind poured in from the window, like a whimper.
The room for Dad is probably not available anymore.
Lin Mu really didn't expect his father to come here in such an image. If he was left alone in his mother's bedroom, it seemed a little too big and lonely.
After all, the size of a bed is enough for the little wooden man to run circles on it to exercise.
Lin Mu thought as he walked downstairs, thinking about what he should prepare for his father.
As a result, when I went downstairs, I saw Toffee lying in the nest, pressing a white tender and plump ginseng under her paws.
The ginseng lay under his paws and pretended to be dead, and even the bunch of red ginseng seeds drooped down, looking pitiful.
Toffee lay there, bowed her head, and fiddled with the shriveled ginseng tree from time to time.
Lin Mu took a closer look and found that the ginseng tree was not the complaining spirit of Lin ginseng.
Probably aware of Lin Mu's arrival, the ginseng who pretended to be dead suddenly struggled and shouted Lin Mu: "Lin Mu Lin Mu! Toffee is bad! Toffee bullies me!"
Toffee raised her head and looked at Lin Mu, the claws on her hands did not mean to loosen.
Lin Mu looked at the little ginseng, then looked at the cute toffee Yan Xuanjing, raised his feet and walked over under the gaze of the other party, then ruthlessly stepped over the struggling little ginseng, turned his head and went into the utility room to rummage for things. .
Let the accuser and the toffee hurt each other.
What does their fight have to do with me, this poor, innocent little sapling who is always lying on the gun
While thinking about it, Lin Mu rummaged for tools, came out with a lot of tools and graphite pens, walked into the yard and turned on the headlights.
The whole small courtyard was as bright as day.
Lin Mu picked up a few scraps from the pile of building materials in the yard, and prepared to make a small bed for his father.
He is good at carpentry, and the person who taught him is his mother.
The first work they collaborated on was the swing in the yard. After so many years, except for the mottled paint and the rope that broke twice, it is still very strong.
From the perspective of ordinary people, my mother was indeed a very powerful person back then.
It seems that you can do everything - if you can't do it, just go online and learn it, and you will learn it if you learn it.
It's just that Lin Mu was very early, and after seeing his mother have done some hard work once, he took the initiative to learn, and then all the things at home were handed over to him by his mother.
Thinking about it this way, my mother never seemed to have any unusual emotions about his mind and strength that differentiated him from other children.
It seemed that all this was taken for granted, and even his mother always complimented him.
In Lin Mu's impression, his mother always likes to call him nicknames like "Mama's Little Lucky Star".
Lin Mu didn't think he was his mother's lucky star at all before. If he was a lucky star, his mother shouldn't have suffered from the root cause of his illness because of his birth.
After reading that memory, he probably understood something.
It's just that Lin Mu still can't fully understand the emotions of his mother.
- Obviously you can't give birth to him.
Lin Mu lowered his eyes and drew traces on the wood, took a deep breath, picked up the saw and divided it along the traces.
Yan Xuanjing walked into the yard with the struggling little ginseng in his mouth, glanced at Lin Mu who was working hard, and realized that he couldn't do much for this matter, so he had to lie on the steps, coiling the ginseng, silently. Accompanying the busy half-demon under the night lights.
For non-humans like them, not sleeping for a few days is not a problem.
Lin Mu fiddled with the big bed in his mother's room and made a pocket version of the bed, pasted it with paint, and put it in a cool and ventilated place to dry.
He put down the tools in his hand, took off his gloves, and went into the house to get a new set of things, put them on the doorstep, and sat down beside Toffee.
Yan Xuanjing thought that Lin Mu would not come out when he entered the house, but he turned his head in surprise after realizing that he was sitting next to him.
Lin Mu took out the needle, noticed Yan Xuanjing's gaze, and tilted his head to meet his gaze.
"What's wrong?"
Yan Xuanjing pushed the little ginseng away, watched him run away into the ground, and turned to look at the big bag of Mao Mao that Lin Mu had brought out.
It was all combed from him before.
The nine-tailed fox thought for a while and asked, "Do you still need fur?"
"No need." Lin Mu shook his head, took out a few balls of hair from the bag, and combed them, as if thinking of something, and asked, "You lose hair like this, do you lose hair when you are in human form?"
Yan Xuanjing answered very simply: "Don't take off."
"Oh, that's great," Lin Mu said.
Most human males seem to show their bright tops when they reach middle age.
But it doesn't matter, he is no longer human, he is a half-demon.
There should be no more bald worries.
Lin Mu raised his hand and touched the top of his hair, and found that the little sapling had popped up again at some point.
"What are you doing? Don't accompany Senior Dixiu?" Yan Xuanjing asked.
"It's better for him to be alone now. I'll make a set of quilts for my dad first." Lin Mu replied, combing the fur neatly, folded it up, placed it on the work mat, and started poking with a needle.
Yan Xuanjing listened to the shrill voices on the side, and was not interested in this kind of small craftsmanship, so he yawned lazily, and closed his eyes in the bath of Yuehua beside Xiao Dixiu. When he was about to take a nap, once again I heard the voice of the forest.
Lin Mu asked, "Tell me, can my mother be found?"
Yan Xuanjing heard the words, opened his eyes, and looked at Lin Mu.
"I heard from Da Hei that human beings have already completed the trial reincarnation process before they can even pass the first seven. Because the underworld is very busy, so the efficiency is extremely high." After Lin Mu finished speaking, he sighed to himself and asked himself. The answer muttered, "My mother... can't come back, right?"
Yan Xuanjing didn't speak, he acquiesced.
This kind of reincarnation, even people who have become immortals and demons, can't get involved.
The efficiency of the underworld has always been the highest among the several realms, especially as the population increases, the underworld is becoming more and more ruthless, and they simply follow the absolute rules.
It's like talking about the cause and effect of the emperor's house. When the population was small in the past, Yama, who was in charge of the trial, would listen to the grievances, reduce the punishment to those who didn't know it as appropriate, and record the perpetrators.
But now there is no such free time.
If you want to get involved in reincarnation, you have to be like Da Hei, who will follow up and intervene in the underworld as soon as the person leaves and the body is still hot, but Da Hei also pays the price for this. The punishment in hell is not A simple thing that you can talk about.
Daoshan Huohai Oil Pot, that is a scene that is literally expressed.
No one can fish out the ghosts who have been cast into hell and thrown into reincarnation, otherwise the world would have been messed up long ago.
Lin Mu looked at the silent Yan Xuanjing and pursed his lips, knowing that the little hope in his heart was useless, he let out a long breath and fell silent.
Those who go cannot be chased.
Yan Xuanjing looked at him, sat up and turned into a human figure, rolled up his sleeves, and took a few balls of his own hair, and said, "Teach me?"
Lin Mu raised his eyes to look at Yan Xuanjing.
Under the lights at night, Yan Xuanjing seemed to look even better.
Lin Mu snorted lightly, and took out a new fur, and began to teach Yan Xuanjing to tie the felt.
Although the vixen has a brain circuit from head to toe as if he doesn't know what it means to turn a corner, he is undoubtedly very smart.
Yan Xuanjing quickly got started with this simple handicraft. The two of them sat facing each other across a small table board, tying the felt together.
Lin Mu was silent for a while, the needle in his hand paused for two seconds, and asked, "Do you know why my father came to the Central Plains?"
Yan Xuanjing heard Yan Gui say about this, so he replied briefly: "He wanted to come out and see for himself, the spiritual energy of the Central Plains is declining, human beings are weak, and he has made an appointment to go back once every 30 years. If he does not go back, his friends will come out to find , so my father they didn't stop him."
Lin Mu murmured: "But monsters don't seem to like to be close to humans, why is my father..."
"Because Senior Dixiu hasn't left that valley for thousands of years," Yan Xuanjing said.
Moreover, the big monsters who have been with Di Xiu all the time have no temper when they are by his side, because Di Xiu's power is unusually peaceful.
Even Yan Gui would have restrained a lot, not to mention the little monsters that Di Xiu encountered after he arrived in the Central Plains who could not resist Di Xiumu's power at all.
To Dixiu, Lin Mu's mother should be like a stone that suddenly fell into the calm lake, breaking the calm and stirring up the first circle of ripples.
The feeling of being suddenly broken out of the cage is enough for a monster who has lived peacefully for thousands of years to give something willingly.
It's just that Di Xiu was raised so that his mind was very simple, and he directly delivered his sincerity.
Fortunately, he didn't deliver it to the wrong person.
It's just a pity that the ending wasn't that beautiful.
Lin Mu's life is still very short, and he doesn't quite understand this kind of emotion, but after knowing the reason in the record in the data room, after Yan Gui and the others blocked the news of the valley and Dixiu, the last doubt in his heart was resolved. .
He was relieved.
And happy for his father to have such a friend.
Lin Mu thought of Yan Xuanjing's statement that he had no money, so he turned his head and took out a card from the box.
That was the card that Emperor Wu gave him. When Emperor Wu scared him before, he said that he would climb over to find him in the middle of the night without spending time, but he didn't take it to heart at all.
- He is not afraid of being scared, not to mention the morning and evening.
So until now, Lin Mu has not moved a dime of the money in that card.
However, Yan Gui had given the Emperor Wu so many elixir before, so Lin Mu felt that the money from the Emperor Wu should be spent on Yan Gui's son.
After all, judging from the frequency of Yan Xuanjing turning into toffee and squatting at his house, the poor nine-tailed fox probably has no other place to live.
Lin Mu handed the card to Yan Xuanjing: "This is the card of the Imperial House, no password is needed, I don't know how much it costs. If you have anything you want to buy, just swipe it directly."
As for Lin Mu himself, he has money.
Yan Xuanjing did not refuse, and simply accepted the card.
Powerful and status monsters like them really have no concept of money, and even less of such things as politeness.
Yan Xuanjing lowered his eyes, looked at the felt that was twisted and twisted by himself, and looked at Lin Mu's neatly tied and beautiful felt, which had already been covered with a second layer of wool, thought about it, and put it down. the needle, and went out with the card in his hand.
Lin Mu watched him walk out of the courtyard. After a while, he withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and continued to poke at the felt.
In the room upstairs, Dixiu, who jumped off the desk with the fruit in his arms and was about to find his son, looked up at the round doorknob, and at his two smooth wooden arms without palms, he couldn't help falling into contemplation. .