"If I want to be you, will you open your mouth and call him dad?" Jinglin frowned and raised his head slightly as Cang Ji moved. His throat gradually exhaled, but his eyes were still filled with ice that was keeping people from thousands of miles away.

"You don't kill me, but you teach me hard." Cang Ji half-shook his eyes, "I thought about it and always felt that you were weighing the deal."

"It can't be changed much by weight by pound." Jinglin didn't struggle, "You believe the words of the Zuishan Monk."

"Yes. The more I think about it, the more I feel scared, I feel so frightened that I am so frightened that I am pounding. But." Cang Ji paused for a moment and smiled suddenly, "You are more afraid than me."

Jinglin stood against the wall and said nothing. Cang Ji rubbed his thumb against his wrist and said, "I haven't noticed it yet. As soon as I approached, you were scared. You were so scared that you trembled."

"No." Jinglin 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 just captured Jinglin, and he became more and more accustomed to this matter.

Cang Ji felt that a certain part of his body was expanding endlessly. This was not his fault, but Jinglin's fault. Because it was Jinglin who was pulling and indulging, staring at him with his seemingly ruthless eyes, which made him even more greedy.

How can you be kind to a demon?

Jinglin intentionally.

All of them are Jinglin's fault.

"Is the copper bell real?" Cang Ji's fingertips slid inch by inch along Jinglin's wrist bone. "You told me lies before leaving the mountain."

"What I say is not false." Jinglin felt the sternness of sharp teeth, but this was not what he feared. What he feared was the hot Cang Ji.

"Well." Cang Ji suddenly let go of him and slid on his side, "Just be a pastime."

"You can believe it if you have the ability to swallow the sky and accept the gods," Jinglin's red wrists hid into his sleeves, "You are so coaxing to me."

"I often feel that I am different." Cang Ji's eyes moved with Jinglin, "When you raise me, am I a koi?"

Jinglin was quiet for a while and said, "I don't remember."

Jinglin looked into the night sky with thoughts. He told the truth that he could not remember. He still remembered the day he killed his father, but he could not remember how he lived in seclusion in the mountains. It seemed as if he woke up and Cang Ji was in the jar. They had spent many days like this, and they had completely wiped out the exploration.

Cang Ji looked at Jing Lin. When Jing Lin was pondering, the outline was clear. The lanterns outside the window were half-varnished. He hid here, as if he had nowhere to escape after leaving his own cover. In Cang Ji's eyes, the very charming skin was not as good as his eyes. It made Cang Ji's blood rush and Cang Ji's murderous intention remained unabated. It became very complicated. When Cang Ji was still a fish, he just wanted to eat him, but now he felt that this thought was both sweet and sweet. Cang Ji didn't understand what this was at all.

This is all Jinglin’s fault!

Cang Ji thought irritably.

It's all him, it's all him

Jinglin turned his face in an instant, and Cang Ji approached a lot without realizing it. They were all sitting on the ground and approaching very close under the window. Cang Ji had nowhere to put his eyes. He was too greedy and wanted to stare at Jing Lin's eyes, but could not let go of Jing Lin's lips.

The lips were bright and bright, adding color between the light and shadow. Cang Ji saw it slightly open, and his more agile tongue flashed by. He was deceived. Jinglin seemed to be holding him. He felt dizzy and had been close to him. Not long ago, Jinglin was stuck behind him, slid his fingers on his arm, and took him to face the enemy head-on, so close, so

Cang Ji rushed straight into Jinglin's arms. He leaned against Jinglin's shoulder and held Jinglin's arm in a deflated manner, and then he realized that his whole body was incredibly painful.

"you"

"Um?"

Cang Ji said in a daze: "Don't look at me."

Jinglin was pressed by Cang Ji and his back was against the wall, with the window ridge behind his neck buzzing. The monster covered his half of his body heavily, buried his face in his side neck, tightened his arms, trapped him in an indescribable posture, blocking him in the corner.

Jinglin's fingers skillfully penetrated into Cang Ji's hair and rubbed it as if soothing. He looked up at the stars, and was afraid of Cang Ji's hotness in a place that no one noticed, and was tempted by Cang Ji's scorching heat.

The stone little man sat on the window ridge, shook his legs, and watched the stars with Jinglin.

Jinglin whispered: "It's so warm."

Shi Tou retracted his legs, touched Jinglin's forehead, slid along the window ridge to Cang Ji's shoulders, and drilled into the only gap left by the two of them, quietly curling up.

Cang Ji seemed to be holding a ball of cotton. He occupied the whole piece, waiting for the spiritual sea to be repaired with a strong sleepiness. However, he was in a daze and heard the sound of the copper bells. He pushed away the heavy smoke and clouds, and suspected that it was the bell to ask him to take care of Gu Shen.

As expected, Cang Ji raised his head and saw Yi Zhier squatting opposite him. When Zhier saw him, he immediately stood up and waved his hand, shouting: "Mom!"

"Mom, a ghost." Cang Ji blurted out.

Childish had already rushed towards him, running barefoot, like a slutty swallow plunging into the forest. Cang Ji shook his body to avoid him, Childish passed by him and threw himself into the woman's arms.

The woman picked up the child with her thick and strong arms, pulled off the sweat towel to wipe her sweat, and said, "Mom grinds the tofu for others on the road, which delayed the time."

"I steamed the rice." Chia smiled.

"Let's go and try it at home." The woman passed by Cang Ji's side and staggered a little.

Childish took a stool to scooped rice for her mother, saying it was rice, but it was actually mixed with corn noodles. The woman sat in the fence yard, took off her shoes, and looked at the blisters that were ground into the soles of her feet. Her back was sore, and she rested for a while. Childishish held a bowl for her, and she added two thick steamed buns to eat.

"Hello today, Dad." Chia squatted in front of her and said, "I've talked to me for a while after breakfast and taught me to read."

"What words do you recognize?" the woman wiped her mouth.

"Chuan." The child painted her on the ground, "Chuan--"

The mother and the mother learned to write, but in a moment, the woman heard a loud noise inside the room. She hurriedly stepped on her shoes and hurriedly entered. She saw the man lying on the ground, holding her arms and crawling onto the couch.

"Go out." The man's blue-white face was hasty and shameless, "I'll do it myself."

The woman rolled up her sleeves and mixed with him, and he struggled hard: "I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself."

The woman dragged him onto the couch. When the man saw the child sticking to the door and looked at him, he suddenly became angry. He pushed the woman and shouted, "You go out!"

The woman touched under the quilt, and the man looked as if he was ashamed. He curled up with his head in shame and said over and over again: "Why not let me die? How great is it to die?"

"Kawazi." The woman said to the child with her back, "The hot water in the basin is coming."

The child nodded and retreated, while the man in the inner room was still repeating. The woman quickly lifted the quilt, took off the man's clothes, and rolled the dirty places. She pulled the man's wet hair and said gently: "The doctor said that if the medicine is enough, it will be cured. How can you just say death? Kawako is still waiting for you to take him to school."

Her gentle voice made the man gradually calm, but he was still dumb, as if he had accepted his fate. The woman wiped his sweat, and her ungraceful silhouette made him look like another kind of perseverance. She was talking while patting the man's back. The man gradually fell asleep, and she was dipped in hot water and wiped the filth clean.

"Chuanzi." The woman took out a few dirty copper beads from the inside of her belt, "Go to the town and ask the doctor to come to the house. My mother is waiting for you at home, so be careful on the way."

The child took the money and turned around and ran out. The sun was too big outside, and he ran barefoot and was sweating profusely. He didn't run to the town, but he was too tired and thirsty on the way, so he continued walking while sweating.

A goatee-bearded Taoist priest turned out of the sheep-intestine path, and he was walking with a jingle and recited. The child was so angry that his eyes were dizzy and his throat was smoking when he was breathing.

The Taoist priest untied the water bag and handed it to him, squatted down and asked amiably, "Where are you going?"

The child drank water and said ignorantly: "Look for a doctor."

"Oh, who is sick at home?"

"Dad." The child wiped the sweat endlessly, and his palms were wet and sticky. He said, "Dad is sick."

The Taoist priest looked at him and asked again, "What's the disease? I can't tell you that I can show you."

"Can't move." Child said truthfully.

The Taoist priest put the child on the shoulder and smiled and said, "Okay, I can see this disease! I'll take you back, okay?"

The child was taken home by a Taoist priest. When the Taoist priest was admitted to the hospital, he looked around for a while. He stepped in and half respectfully tried: "Is the master's family here?"

No one answered in the room.

Zhier wanted to go to the ground, but the Taoist priest did not let go. Zhier shouted: "Mom! The doctor is here!"

The woman didn't know where she went, and the Taoist priest entered the door. The inside was silent, so he flipped through the outside and picked it up and coaxed the child: "Where are the money left? Tell me, I'll prescribe medicine."

Zhier felt that the Taoist priest's hand was extremely strong and he was uncomfortable. So he shook his head in a daze, feeling a little panicked.

The Taoist priest became more and more anxious. He swept away the bowls and chopsticks on the table, and didn't even let him go under the corners of the cabinet. Finally, he entered the inner room, and the man was resting with his eyes closed. The Taoist priest did not dare to act rashly at first, but just looked for it lightly. The child gradually struggled, and he shouted, "No money, no money!"

The man on the couch was awakened. Seeing this, he crawled and scolded, "Who is it!"

The Taoist priest had already turned to the clothes cabinet, he poured out his clothes and finally felt a bag of copper beads. He immediately stuffed it into his arms, turned his head and looked at the man coldly. Even if the child didn't know what he wanted to do, he knew that the family was poor and the money was left to his father for his illness. He punched and kicked the Taoist priest and shouted, "It's not yours!"

The Taoist priest slapped him in the face, carried him up and walked out. The man panicked and supported himself, grabbed the corner of the Taoist priest's clothes, and was dragged to the ground. His lower body could not move, so he could only pull the corner of the Taoist priest's clothes tightly.

"What are you doing? You give the child back to me!" The man was dragged and wiped, and he said, "I will give you all the money, but the child will not succeed!"

The Taoist priest pulled his clothes, but he couldn't pull them back for a while. He raised his foot and touched the man's heart a few times, cursing: "Go to your mother! I'm so poor that I'm so poor that my mother's children are worth!"

The man was stomped to his face with a ferocious face. His knuckles were tightly clasped, and he grabbed the Taoist priest's legs with one hand and shouted loudly: "Su Niang! Su Niang!"

The child cried loudly, and he beat the Taoist priest randomly: "Dad! Dad!"

"Let go!" The Taoist priest stomped his man's mouth hard, "Do you let go? If you don't let go, I will take a ruthless move!"

The man held the Taoist priest's legs and the blood that could not swallow was choked out. He said, "Children returns me! Children, child returns me!"

Seeing this, the Taoist priest overturned the small table beside the couch and smashed it down at the man. The man was hit so hard that his head was bleeding, but he just didn't let go. The Taoist priest picked up the broken jar and cut the man's finger: "Let go! Let go!"

The man's hands were cut into blood and blood. The Taoist priest kicked him away and ran across the door with the child. The man crawled over and chased after him, and heard the woman who came back from outside hitting the Taoist priest.

The child cried: "Mom!"

The woman swung her hoe and rushed up. The Taoist priest thought that his woman was weak and could be bullied. If she was petite, she could be kidnapped with Chia, but she didn't expect that she would be an extremely strong woman! He turned around and ran away. Chia teared him up and kicked her back collar and kept kicking her.

The woman chased after her desperately, saying, "Kawazi, Kawazi!"

The Taoist priest had great skills in his legs, and gradually threw away the woman, penetrated into the mountains and forests, and ran away. One of the women's shoes fell off, and stepped on the gravel branches barefoot, and fell down by being scraped. The Taoist priest took the opportunity to escape quickly. The child heard his gradually disappearing mother crying heart-wrenchingly.

The child was shaking and sobbing as he watched the road grow longer and longer.
Chapter completed!