Absolutely admire

five years ago.

The sun chased the dark clouds and illuminated the earth.

The branches of willow branches are washed by rain, and they are green and shiny.As the breeze blew past, countless small crystal water droplets shook their bodies on the trees and flowers, and then slowly fell down.

The river water looks sparkling and sparkling under the sunlight.

In the calm lake, many fish scrambled to gather together, as if they were silently communicating with each other in their language.

But soon, this tranquility was broken by the next moment of movement.

A small wooden barrel was smashed into the river, and the water splashed immediately, forming a blooming stamen. The fish seemed to be frightened, and all of a sudden they swam their tails and swam around as if throwing away their armor. After waiting for several seconds, when the movement became a little quieter, they dared to swim again to find out.

Who is not long-sighted to disturb their enjoyment?

The most conspicuous red fish in the school of fish came in a hurry, raised its head slightly in the water, and vaguely saw a thin figure.

The golden sunlight swayed down, making the whole face of the person in front of him look hazy.One could only see him wearing a close-fitting black dress, with the sleeves half rolled up, the fair skin contrasted sharply with it, making this man's skin look like creamy fat.

The refreshing and soft wind blew the dark blue headband tied at the back of the head, followed by a black and soft ponytail.

The young man picked up the wooden bucket full of water with both hands, lowered his head and glanced at the school of fish in front of him, and was stunned for a moment, then put down the bucket, squatted on the ground, stared at the little red fish and asked, "What do you want to say?" of?"

This time, the boy's face became clear.It was a very good-looking, yet somewhat childish face.

The little red fish shuddered and saw that there was no one around. It was sure that when he was talking to himself, he actually uttered human words, and only heard it say: "...ignorant human beings, you have broken our peace here! "

The young man smiled disapprovingly, and said, "I'm just here to get some water to raise my flowers, don't take offense."

Red Fish was speechless for a moment, then turned around and swam away. It didn't want to talk nonsense with me, and it was still a little kid.

This river is located at the foot of Jiuxiao Mountain, and it is one of the places with the most vigorous aura. Over time, the fish in the river began to have their own ideology.

They have lived here for hundreds of years, and they were not supposed to talk to humans, but there are very few people passing by here, and they are used to it peacefully. At this time, someone suddenly came to provocate. Dangerous, I couldn't hold back for a while and actually added a sentence, but who would have expected that the person in front of me was not surprised at all, and seemed to be used to it from the expression.

Seeing that it ignored him, he swam aside. The young man stood up, picked up the wooden barrel next to him again, and said, "See you next time!"

The little red fish rolled his eyes and thought to himself: Blame the kid, don't let me see you again.

With the young man's current stature and strength, it is still quite difficult to carry a wooden barrel of this weight.After he staggered away from the river, he walked towards a not so simple thatched cottage with small steps.

The young man's name is Cong Rong, and he is currently living alone in this house at the foot of Jiuxiao Mountain.

Taking this house as the starting point, a section of the road to the south is crowded with people, and the road to the north is the road leading to the mountain, which is almost deserted.

And from the perspective of his geographical location and the surrounding pedestrians, his residence can basically be regarded as uninhabited.

As for why he lived alone, it was mainly because of his temper and personality.

It's not that he doesn't like excitement, on the contrary, he doesn't like deserted.

His father is Cong Quan, one of the four statues on Mount Jiuxiao.He lived with his father for some time before, the meals, the atmosphere, and the rules left him speechless.So he made a big fuss there, and his father finally allowed him to live at the foot of the mountain, but to ensure safety, he was not allowed to enter the area of ​​Luoming Street.

So he wandered there during the day, and went home obediently to rest alone at night.

With his personality of never listening to others, being able to do this rarely has been very hard-won.

As for his mother who is Moxiu, she originally lived with Cong Quan on Jiuxiao Mountain, but because of her temper, she always felt that it was her who heard some bad rumors when she was with his father. It dragged him down, and every time when his mood fell to the bottom, he would disappear for a while, and in the end it was his father who led him to persuade him earnestly for a long time before he came back.

But within a few days after I came back, I would leave a note again, which said something like: I went to xx, don’t come to me, it’s all my fault, I’m not good enough for you... Wait, then run away from home again.

His mother would come here dozens of times a year, and Cong Rong was already used to it.

Therefore, Jiuxiao Mountain is not only unbearably cold, but also unbearable for his parents to throw dog food indiscriminately, and there are too many things happening.In comparison, it was wonderful that he could live in this peaceful and deserted little place.

After Cong Rong walked in with a wooden bucket, the fragrance of roses rushed towards him.

He skillfully went straight to the back of the thatched cottage, and what he saw were dozens of roses competing for their fragrance. At a glance, it looked like a small sea of ​​red.

He usually takes these flowers down the mountain to sell them and give them away when he has nothing to do. However, it may be that the people on Luo Ming Street are not interested in these flowers.

However, Cong Rong didn't seem to care much on the surface, and continued to raise him like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, entertaining himself.

He found a big wooden spoon from nowhere, scooped up a spoon and sprinkled it...

After working for a long time, Cong Rong wiped the sweat from his forehead, and when he turned around to go back to the room, a tall snow-white figure that was so familiar came from far away and near.

Only this time it was a little different.

Because beside this person, there seemed to be a bright red color comparable to the flowers beside him.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, then pretended not to see and hid behind the door, shrinking himself up.

"Oh." The young man in white stopped in front of the thatched hut, and said loudly from the outside, "A Rong, your mother has run away again, come out with me to find your mother."

Cong Rong: "..."

The man in white stretched his neck slightly and glanced in while talking, but he didn't see any movement from inside for a long time.

"Don't hide, this time I'm not only looking for you to accompany me alone, I'm also looking for you, Uncle Jiang." He licked his lips and looked towards the people beside him, "Small boy, you Uncle Jiang Still waiting."

The young man in red also looked over, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and smiled at him.

Uncle what?

When did he know this Uncle Jiang?

Sometimes he really can't bear Cong Quan to recognize his relatives at will!

Cong Rong hid behind the door and said, "I'll go to Luo Ming later to send the flowers I raised to the girl. I don't have time to go."

"What kind of girl is it? Wouldn't it be nice to give it to your father?" Cong Quan rushed in after hearing the words, and grabbed Cong Rong who was hiding behind the door, "Little brat, are you still hiding?"

The corner of Cong Rong's mouth twitched, he turned his head and stared and said, "Why do you always lose someone again? This is the first time. Don't play with me if you are flirting."

In front of his eyes was a man who seemed to have stepped out of a painting, his eyebrows and eyes were vaguely similar to the current him.

Cong Quan tugged at Cong Rong's cheek, and said with an exaggerated expression: "Boy, isn't there someone else here, can you give your father some face?"

Cong Rong looked behind him and didn't look back for a long time, just staring at the man.

He thought that a man's good-looking face was nothing more than an empty skin, no matter how good-looking it was, it was good-looking, and it couldn't hide the useless appearance revealed from the bottom of his bones.Cong Quan is a typical example in his eyes.

But the man in red in front of him can easily see how he can take away his true nature.

With black hair like a waterfall, and an inherently handsome face like a demon, people doubt whether this person really exists.

It is clearly a dazzling fiery red dress, but it is appropriate and appropriate for him to wear, as if it exists exclusively for this person.

After Cong Rong pulled back his thoughts, he saw the man's dark eyes like black jewels flicker, pointed to himself and smiled, "Am I someone else?"

Cong Quan carried Cong Rong with a lifeless face in one hand, hooked the shoulder of Jiang Wuzhe who was six or seven centimeters taller than him with the other, and laughed, "Brother Jiang is certainly not hahahahaha..."

Jiang Wuzhe smiled silently, shifted his gaze down to Cong Rong's face, tilted his head and said, "This is your son? He looks good, with delicate skin and tender flesh. He must be very popular with girls when he grows up." Bar."

Cong Rong said nonsense seriously: "Thanks to your auspicious words, I just fell in love with a girl on Luoming Street. I promised her that day that she would come to give gifts to her. Today I have to hand over the flowers to her Here, you have to make plans for your future marriage and earn a chance."

Hearing this, Jiang Wuzhe froze for a moment, then showed an understanding expression, and patted Cong Rong's head.

But Cong Quan, who was carrying him, was already dumbfounded. After a while, he came back to his senses, grabbed Cong Rong's ear and shouted: "You kid is talking nonsense again! Which girl? Introduce me to another day." I know you, see if I don't break that girl's leg. Also, how old are you? You're not even grown up yet, and you still talk about giving opportunities to future marriages. Why are you so capable?"

The sound made him a little deafening. Cong Rong scratched him with his claws, and then Cong Quan screamed at the sky, and threw him towards Jiang Wuzhe as if he was not his own son.

A sudden heavy object struck in front of his eyes, Jiang Wuzhe subconsciously caught him with both hands, and Cong Rong also subconsciously wrapped his arms around his neck.

After his body was firmly supported, he hastily put away his hands and looked at Cong Quan unkindly.

The author has something to say:

Don't worry, I haven't finished coding the memories...

The pit will not be pitted, but the update will be a bit slow, please forgive me~>_<~

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