Faced with Wen Xiaoyun's complicated eyes, Zhuang Zhou bit his head and tried his best to put on a posture of 'I am normal, if you find it strange, you must be abnormal', and silently put the incense in the incense burner.
The tribute is completed.
Zhuang Zhou vaguely felt the connection between himself and the 'drink'.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled at Wen Xiaoyun, but because he was a little embarrassed, his voice was dry: "You, you are here..."
Wen Xiaoyun glanced at Zhuang Zhou, and then his eyes fell on the statue on the ground.
In Wen Xiaoyun's eyes, interstellar people have no faith, and interstellar people only advocate strength.
Whoever is stronger is the idol they worship in their hearts.
So when he looked at the statue, he just looked at it as a statue.
In the largest square of the capital star, the statue of his father is placed there, and every day, citizens of the empire send a bouquet of flowers to Wentian, the god of war, to show respect and mourning.
And the statue worshipped by the young man is sculpted lifelike, and it is seven or eight similar to the young man.
Wen Xiaoyun understood something in his heart.
He asked, "Is this your father?"
Zhuang Zhou was actually very nervous.
He saw that Wen Xiaoyun didn't speak, and when he kept staring at the statue, his little heart also trembled.
Did he see that the statue was me
It seems that I am going to give him a dream at night to make him forget about this...
Hearing Wen Xiaoyun's voice at this moment, he felt extraordinarily guilty. Fortunately, he didn't understand his 'dialect', so he didn't need to answer.
Seeing that Zhuang Zhou did not answer, Wen Xiaoyun frowned.
It is indeed a big problem that teenagers do not understand Interstellar language.
Wen Xiaoyun took out the "Interstellar Universal Children's Enlightenment Encyclopedia" for the teenager before, sat next to Zhuang Zhou, turned to the first page, and painted a family of three on it.
Wen Xiaoyun pointed to the words marked on the album and said to Zhuang Zhou, "Follow me."
Then, a low voice sounded slowly in the dim light of the candle: "Dad, Mom, and me."
The picture book is simple and easy to understand, first recognize the names of relatives at home, Zhuang Zhou can understand what it means at a glance.
But Zhuang Zhou began to feel incredible.
its not right.
Isn't this person speaking in dialect
Are there special enlightenment books for dialects
Under normal circumstances, only a complete language system can teach like this!
Zhuang Zhou wondered if he had come to the wrong place, but he secretly looked at Wen Xiaoyun.
Black hair and black eyes, as well as those facial features, a typical oriental appearance.
He can also speak Japanese and Korean, which is not the case.
He... He couldn't possibly have been to any other country in Asia, right
Zhuang Zhou was a little panicked. At this moment, he desperately wanted to know where he was, so he obediently followed Wen Xiaoyun to learn the pronunciation:
"Dad, mom, and, and me?"
The boy's voice is soft, a very calming voice, and his pronunciation is also very standard, just with a hint of uncertainty, for fear of mispronunciation.
Wen Xiaoyun boasted calmly, "That's right."
After thinking for a while, he pointed to himself: "I, Wen Xiaoyun." Then he pointed to him: "You?"
Zhuang Zhou understood, this is asking for a name.
He said quickly, "Zhuang Zhou."
He uses Mandarin pronunciation.
Wen Xiaoyun followed and said silently, "Zhuang Zhou."
Zhuang Zhou nodded, his eyes bright.
Wen Xiaoyun looked at him, looked away, and continued to teach.
Wen Xiaoyun soon found out that the teenager was really quick to learn the language. As long as he said the pronunciation, he could basically memorize all of it, and even began to know some simple everyday expressions.
Wen Xiaoyun said, "It's amazing."
Zhuang Zhou could already understand this sentence.
He is a little proud, but of course he is powerful, but he is the fastest person in their God of Wealth Department!
You must know that their god of wealth has three hundred and sixty lines, so they have to learn at least three hundred lines!
If you learn things too slowly, how can you still get a job? !
In these years, God is really too bad to do.
Especially in the 21st century, there are too many materialists, and few people believe in God.
Others say that their gods of wealth are the best, because from ancient times to the present, few people don't like money.
Everyone wants to make a fortune, and if they want to make a fortune, they should ask the God of Wealth.
So all the gods say that other gods have to rob performances to survive, but only the God of Wealth does not need to rob performances.
But they don't even think about it, the God of Wealth... There are so many gods!
There are not only the God of Wealth, but also the God of Wealth of Wu. If we go further, there are five Gods of Wealth, such as East, West, South, North, and Middle Road.
Zhuang Zhou himself belonged to the East Road God of Wealth Department.
The god of wealth that every creature believes in is different! This belief is shared, and it is not as good as other gods!
The most terrifying thing is that there are also Pixiu, Lucky Cats and these come to snatch their faith...
Even those who believe in koi have more belief in the God of Wealth on the East Road!
So without learning more than 300 lines of the three hundred and sixty lines, how can you rob believers from other areas? !
Thinking of this, Zhuang Zhou relied on Wen Xiaoyun's inability to understand Mandarin, so he couldn't help but complained to Wen Xiaoyun: "Our high priest said that there was a mobile phone chip maker before, but it was miserable, and he was about to go bankrupt. , in desperation, begging God everywhere, hoping to get an investment, and also looking for someone who can upgrade the chip technology and save their company... This person is from our Eastern District... "
"But none of the God of Wealth in our East Road understands this technology... So he was snatched by the God of Wealth in the Southern District..."
"Because there is a god of wealth in the southern district who went to the world early and went to a very good university. He solved the problem of that person, and that person can worship him and become his believer... A big boss like him can The power of faith brought by him is very strong, because he has provided jobs for many people, and his power of faith is very strong... The business ability of the southern district has thrown us down in the eastern district."
"But the southern district is not the most powerful, the most powerful is the western district... They sent a super-good-looking God of Wealth to participate in some drafts in the world. When he became a big star, many people like him, and he has already He is the God of Wealth with the most believers among our Five Gods of Wealth."
Speaking of this, Zhuang Zhou's tone was full of envy.
"Since then, the great priest has asked us to learn three hundred and sixty lines, at least three hundred lines, so that in the future, no matter what people from all walks of life make wishes for us and ask for a fortune, we will be able to do what we want. But this is not easy to learn. Ah, as soon as this requirement came out, our East Road God of Wealth resigned nine gods, two suffered from depression, and one suffered from schizophrenia... Hey, our East Road God of Wealth Department is under too much pressure, and there is really a shortage of people... "
"Wish God often complains to us, saying that we rob their believers..."
Since Zhuang Zhou spoke Mandarin, Wen Xiaoyun didn't understand what he was talking about. He only heard the little boy nagging, proud, envious, and finally sighing.
Like a kid.
Wen Xiaoyun pressed the clump of dull hair on his head.
"Ah?" Zhuang Zhou covered his head and looked up at him.
Wen Xiaoyun calmly retracted his hand and turned to the next page: "Continue."
"Mmmm." Zhuang Zhou's little chicken nodded like a meter, and was too obedient.
Wen Xiaoyun was about to recite when suddenly it became dark all around.
I saw that the candle that Zhuang Zhou had just inserted on the incense burner was completely burnt out, and the surroundings returned to darkness.
In the dark, unable to continue studying, Wen Xiaoyun left the album to Zhuang Zhou and said, "Go back and rest."
"Okay." Zhuang Zhou was a little jerky and a little embarrassed when he talked about 'dialect'.
He stood up holding the picture book, put the nutritional supplements in his pocket, and then looked at the incense burner and god statue on the ground, he hesitated.
It's impossible to take them back into Qiankun's sleeves now. In case Wen Xiaoyun finds out, it's hard to explain... I'd better wait a while and then secretly come out and put them away.
Zhuang Zhou did not look sideways, and silently followed behind Wen Xiaoyun.
Wen Xiaoyun's mental level is high, and the darkness does not affect his sight. After walking a few steps, he finds that the child has not put away the things on the ground.
He stopped and turned around.
Zhuang Zhou was thinking about it with his head lowered. He was going to find an excuse to come out later, and then take the statue back. He didn't notice that the man walking in front had stopped.
Zhuang Zhou hit Wen Xiaoyun's chest directly.
"I'm sorry..."
Wen Xiaoyun 'um': "Watch the road carefully."
Zhuang Zhou's cheeks were a little red: "Why, why don't you leave?"
He is still not used to speaking Interstellar, and he always stutters when he speaks.
Fortunately, the meaning can be expressed clearly.
Wen Xiaoyun reminded lightly, "You forgot your dad."
Zhuang Zhou was a little dazed: "... ah? Me, my father?"
Wen Xiaoyun stretched out his hand and pointed behind him.
Zhuang Zhou turned his head and looked in the direction of his fingers, and saw the ground, the statue was placed there alone, and the incense was about to burn.
Zhuang Zhou: "...?"
it…
my dad
Maybe Zhuang Zhou's expression was too shocking and unbelievable. Wen Xiaoyun looked at his little face that couldn't hide his emotions and asked, "Isn't it your dad?"
Is it Zhuang Zhou's brother
Zhuang Zhou rubbed his nose embarrassedly: "Well... Then, then you can treat it as my father... "
Wen Xiaoyun: "?"
Just as it is
Can this dad still be inappropriate
He wanted to raise his doubts, but suddenly he thought that the young man had just learned Interstellar, so maybe the words were not clear, which was not surprising.
Zhuang Zhou had no choice but to go back and silently picked up the statue, holding the incense burner in one hand and the statue in the other.
What can I do about it, is he going to hold it every day from now on
Wen Xiaoyun was a little strange to see that Zhuang Zhou didn't put something into the space and twist it.
Maybe reluctant
Wen Xiaoyun didn't ask any more questions, and took Zhuang Zhou back to the tent-like rescue capsule.
Wen Xiaoyun said: "There are still 3 bottles of nutrients left, and there is no other food. We should try our best to leave here and be completely exposed to energy radiation. We..."
He wanted to say that our bodies might not be able to hold it up, but suddenly he thought that there was no trace of radiation on the boy at all. He appeared too strange, and the fact that his body was not affected by radiation was also shocking.
If it weren't for the boy's emotions, he could see it clearly at a glance, simple and straightforward, and he wouldn't let the boy stay at all.
On the contrary, his body was greatly affected by radiation.
So he changed his rhetoric and said, "My body won't be able to last long under energy radiation exposure. I'm going to repair the tower now, you stay here to rest."
In fact, the inner cabin of the mecha can isolate the radiation source, but his mecha Voss was severely damaged and almost torn apart during the battle with the Zerg Queen this time.
Voss was built by Gruen, the most powerful mecha master in the empire. Every part on his body is made of the most precious materials. It is not that easy to repair Voss.
Besides, the nutrients in the rescue capsule were not enough for him to last long.
Therefore, Wen Xiaoyun could only face the danger of being completely exposed to energy radiation, choose to repair the signal tower first, and wait for the signal tower to send a signal before going to repair the mecha while waiting for rescue.
Zhuang Zhou listened ignorantly, because Wen Xiaoyun said a lot of words that he hadn't learned in the enlightenment book. He only heard Wen Xiaoyun saying what to do and asked him to stay and sleep.
Zhuang Zhou hesitated: "Then..."
He wanted to ask Wen Xiaoyun what to do, maybe he could.
He is the God of Wealth who knows three hundred lines.
Wen Xiaoyun raised his eyebrows, thinking that Zhuang Zhou was afraid alone, but he was still young.
He pointed to the god statue placed on the wall by Zhuang Zhou, and his tone rarely brought a hint of comfort, and said:
"Don't be afraid, your father is with you."
Zhuang Zhou: "..."
The author has something to say: PS: Small Theater—
Zhuang Zhou: I am my own father, so is my own father still my own father? o(╥﹏╥)o
Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Xingyou 1;
Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Zhang Sirui three 1;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 38 bottles of Jinyi; 10 bottles of Xizhi; 2 bottles of Yan Yuren's life; 1 bottle of kl;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!