Half Demon and Half Mountain

The Battle of Baota Mountain ended with Cen Shen's compromise.

Cen Shen could have ignored it, and Huan Le would not really feed him with a spoon, but seeing that Cen Shen ignored it, he simply sat cross-legged at his feet with the bowl in his hand, and sang about empty city tricks.

This empty city plan is sung by Huan Le's belly. The boy is growing up, so he sings very loudly.

Cen Shen was so annoyed that he looked down at him, and he looked up at you without retreating an inch.

"Would you like to go?"

"Don't go."

"If you don't want to eat, you will be hungry."

"I can go seven days without food and not starve to death."

The young man was stubborn and stubborn, holding the pagoda mountain in his hand and muttering: "The meat will not taste good when it is cold, what a pity. The master always said that I don't know the suffering in the world, but he didn't know that I was thrown into the meat by my mother when I was very young." In the mountain. There is everything in the mountain, and there is nothing. The wild fruit is terrible, and the wild rabbit is too cute. Killing is a big problem. We monsters should think more than human gentlemen. Should I eat? Or should I not eat... "

Cen Shen chose to eat.

He felt that he had never eaten so full in more than ten years. When he put down the bowl and chopsticks, he looked at the toon tree outside the glass wall bathed in sunlight and gently swayed its branches, and his whole body suddenly entered a state of passive sabotage.The speed of the brain's operation slowed down, and drowsiness gradually came up, and I just wanted to sit quietly like this, not caring about anything.

I even think I can sit like this until I die.

If someone can go back to Datang now, immediately, immediately.

"Ah Cen!" Huan Le, who packed up the dishes and ran away, poked his head out of the kitchen again: "How do you use this stove? The meat is cold, I want to warm it up."

Cen Shen leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and ignored him.

Huan Le, who was forced to rely on himself, found Agui again. After a while of confusion, he finally found the correct usage of the gas stove, and heated the meat and fish again.

He ate three bowls of rice.

After the meal, Agui urged Huan Le to cook red jujube tea.At that time, Huan Le was thinking about how to wash the dishes, when he heard this, he turned his head and asked, "Why are you making jujube tea?"

"Blood, don't you see that there is no blood on his lips?" Agui said.

"Then why didn't you persuade him to drink before?" Huan Le asked again.

Agui immediately raised his short and intimidating paws, as if answering a teacher's question in class, and said, "Do you think I can persuade you?"

Huan Le nodded approvingly: "Well, it makes sense."

At this time, Huan Le finally figured out the correct steps for the modern dishwashing business, rolled up his sleeves and got busy.The young man was quick in his hands and feet, and he cleaned up the kitchen in a short while. Looking at the time, it happened to be half an hour after a meal, suitable for drinking tea.

Under Agui's guidance, he got the necessary necessities such as tea leaves and red dates in the locker. Although he didn't know when they put them in, Huan Le tasted it and found that he could still eat it.

Huan Le is good at making tea, although he doesn't like to drink such bitter things.But his father loved to drink tea, and Ping'er gradually got into the habit of drinking tea, so he followed suit, and unexpectedly, he could still use it today.

But when Huan Le walked into the studio with the brewed tea, he found that Cen Shen, who was sitting on the wooden chair in the springtime, was already sound asleep.He seemed to be sleeping very peacefully, and the gently swaying shadow of the tree was also very gentle, like rippling water.

Huan Le couldn't help but lighten his steps, put the tea on the coffee table aside, and watched him quietly and carefully for a while.The breeze lifted his bangs, revealing a different and peaceful face.

After a long time, Huan Le exited the studio lightly, and ran into A Gui who had just crawled here from the kitchen in the veranda.He immediately made a silent gesture, and whispered: "He fell asleep."

Agui nodded, and the two sat down on the veranda, chatting one after another.Suddenly, Huan Le leaned over to look at A Gui, and said, "I think you've been acting weird these two days."

Agui basked in the sun, squinted his eyes comfortably, and asked, "Is there?"

Huan Le propped his hands back, put his legs down the corridor and dangled, and said, "Of course there is, you two don't talk much, of course there is a problem."

Looking at the young man who is carefree, he actually has an exquisite heart.Agui realized this, fell silent for a while, and said, "What do you mean by the truth, must it be important?"

"It's important." Huan Le replied without thinking.

"If the truth is not what you think in the end, is it even better to know than not to know?" Agui asked again.

Huan Le tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "But if you don't know, you will never be able to judge whether it is better to know or not to know. The truth is the truth, whether you are disappointed or satisfied, it's all the same. We imposed it on it, didn't we?"

Agui did not expect that after living for so long, he would be persuaded by a [-] or [-] hairy little monster.I am old and old, and the evening festival is not guaranteed.

"So what truth are you looking for?" Huan Le asked curiously.

"Does it have something to do with you?" Agui was calm, there was no way he would be tricked by a little monster.

Huan Le is not good at clichés, but he can reason. He rolled his eyes and said, "The truth you are looking for must be in the past, right? The little hydrangea was brought by you, so you want to go back through time and space—the truth is over there!"

Agui was startled, but he didn't nod, but he didn't deny it either.He squinted at Huan Le and said, "You're smart, so guess why Xiaoshen and I are unhappy?"

"My master said that I am very smart. Smartness is not shrewdness. You have to put it on your face." Huan Le's tone was bright, a little proud, but not annoying, "I guess, Ah Cen won't mind you Seeking the truth, he understands in his heart, you must have lied to him, or concealed something that shouldn't be concealed, right?"

Now Agui admits that Huan Le is really smart, and he can see things very accurately, which makes him suddenly have a desire to confide in him.

"Do you know when he picked me up?" he asked.

Huan Le shook his head honestly.

"That was more than ten years ago. At that time, he had just come of age. He was wandering alone in the mountains in the northwest. If it wasn't for me, he would have been swallowed by a big snake."

"Didn't he pick you up?"

"Help each other, help each other, do you understand?"

Agui rolled his eyes and continued: "Anyway, that's how we got to know each other. He took me out of the mountains, and I gave him the little hydrangea as a reward. After returning to Beijing, he moved to a new house, and we are here , Ten years have passed in a blink of an eye.”

Ten years, to human beings, even to Cen Shen, a half-demon, is a long time, but to Agui, it is just the sand passing between fingers.

"But I really like these ten years. Although it's a little quieter here, and Xiaoshen's temper is a little bit grumpy, it's very comfortable to live in." Agui narrowed his eyes slightly, and raised his head to welcome the sunshine: "Sometimes I really want to I’ve lived here all my life, and it’s not a bad day to bask in the sun, tease the goldfish, and listen to the old men and women next door bickering..."

"Are you going?" Huan Le blinked.

"Do you understand that the road to a demon life is long, young man, you didn't know where you were when the old man ruled the world? Instead of thinking about where I will go in the future, you might as well think about how to live longer than me."

Wow, what a big breath.

But in terms of lifespan, a wolfdog can't compare with a tortoise anyway, Huan Le temporarily accepted A Gui's statement, and then said: "Anyway, as long as A Cen is here, you won't leave, right?" ? You care so much about him."

Agui didn't say anything, he really cared about Cen Shen and hoped that he would be well.This kind of relationship is very pure and complicated, it is not friendship, love, or family relationship. It is too cumbersome for an old monster who has lived too long to talk about feelings.

Just feel bad.

Whether it's a human or a demon, when they get old, they like a happy ending. How can young people have the energy to savor sadness like young people.This is the age at which one feels the end is approaching after watching a leaf fall.

Regarding Agui's silence, Huan Le couldn't understand what it meant.He is young. In his eyes, autumn leaves fall, that is a gorgeous gift, especially when the ginkgo trees in Xishan thank the autumn wind together, the golden leaves fall all over the mountain, like a golden red in the sunset The sea is so beautiful.

If Ah Cen is willing to go to Datang to play, Huan Le will definitely take him to Xishan on a horse.

One person and one tortoise looked at the toon tree in the yard, and gradually lost their voices.

Cen Shen in the studio slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were clear.He also looked at Chunshu, not knowing what he was thinking, but his expression was still as peaceful as when he fell asleep just now.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the old order was restored in the courtyard.Cen Shen woke up from a nap, drank jujube tea and continued the research at hand, Agui was still lying on the veranda basking in the sun, and Huan Le suddenly remembered that he had an appointment with Grandma Wang next door, and went out again.

Recently, "Daming Palace Ci" is rebroadcasted on TV, Huan Le is addicted to it, and knows the characters in the play very well.

This is a brand new experience for him. The characters in the play are all people of his age. He may have seen or heard of it. The stories in his heart must be different from the stories on TV. place, but he doesn't hate it.

Rich and noble families love to listen to operas, and Huan Le listened to many operas when she was a child, but none of them showed the lives of others so vividly like TV dramas.

It's like being alive.

Did the people in the play expect that one day they would appear in this iron box in a different way?

Did the builders of the Daming Palace think that hundreds of years later, another dynasty would be born on this land they loved so much, and its name would be "Daming".

so good.

Huan Le thinks that he is probably experiencing what his master called "an adventure that is hard to find in ten thousand years".

The author has something to say:

Lele: Come here, let's have fun before leaving.

King Cen: ...

Lele: So you want to have a relationship with me!

King Cen: No, thank you.