who called him an onion essence

Yang Sheng looked at the restless child sitting on the chair, squeezed the other's hand as a warning, and then cut off a piece of nail neatly.

The child has grown to look like five or six years old, but he is not much taller. Yang Sheng can only judge his changes by feeling.The child's nails have grown longer, so they just cut them off on this sunny morning. They are clean and refreshing.As for the slightly curly hair, there was no time to take care of it, and it lay limply on his forehead, almost covering his eyes.Earlier, Yang Sheng thought and thought, and finally pulled out a short piece of string that was originally used to tie the rice bags, played with it, and tied the child with an ugly little knot.

The child with a smooth forehead looked even cuter, with a hairstyle like a small onion, but when it was time to cut his nails, he was far from being as cute as he looked on the surface.If Yang Sheng hadn't kept his face cold, he wouldn't have been able to suppress him.

"Well, it's finished." Yang Sheng put the scissors in the cabinet, caught the one that was about to jump off the chair, and checked the ten chubby fingers to make sure nothing was missed. Let go and let the child play by himself.

The accumulated water in the yard has been dried by the sun long ago, leaving only some water vapor in the corners, and the snails are slowly climbing up against the base of the wall.The child wobbled to the corner of the wall to have fun, looked at a cluster of small flowers coming out of the gap, and took out a few aphids from inside, regardless of whether it was dirty or not.When I was a purple onion, children were most afraid of this kind of insects, but now they are adults, and they will naturally have revenge.He threw the aphids to his feet, stomped on them hard, and then shook his hand on the flowers, releasing a not too strong spicy smell, but enough to make the aphids run away in all directions.

Seeing this, the child giggled loudly.

Yang Sheng didn't bother with him, and sat in the room to sort out the things he brought back to give to the neighbors. Because of the purple onion's sudden escape, he hadn't had time to visit the neighbors before, so he finally had some free time.What's more, the dream last night gave him a little more confidence, knowing that the growth rate of the purple onion has almost stabilized, and it will not mutate as before, which also means that it will not be easy for people to find out that the child's identity is different.

Strange to say, as a spiritual fruit, the lifespan of purple onion after becoming a human is not much different from that of ordinary people, but the constitution is very different.One is that the spicy taste of the purple onion is retained. If the child's mood fluctuates greatly, it is very likely to trigger this smell.Fortunately, the older I get, the easier it is to control this characteristic, and finally reach the point where it can be retracted freely.Otherwise, Yang Sheng would have to shed tears after a while, and those who didn't know would think there was something wrong with his lacrimal glands.On the other hand, the original structure of the purple onion has been converted into a life-saving method. Once it encounters damage caused by external forces, it can completely peel off a layer of skin, including the wound and so on.However, the outer skin is only one layer, not as good as the original onion that can be peeled layer by layer to the heart.

Yang Sheng cared more about the child's voice than the mysterious and mysterious characteristics.Since becoming a human being, the child has only uttered simple syllables, such as "um", "ya" or "bai", to a certain extent, he has not yet learned to speak.Whether it's a bad voice, or the child doesn't like to speak, Yang Sheng still can't figure it out.However, the child is clever, making full use of facial expressions and body movements to express emotions, just like stretching out two muddy paws, blinking his eyes, probably because he feels uncomfortable with dirty hands, and asked Yang Sheng to wash him clean.

"Ah!" The water in the basin was drawn from the well outside, much cooler than tap water. The child shouted happily while washing, as if obsessed with it.Yang Sheng saw him start playing carelessly, sighed, knelt down and rubbed his little fleshy hands, and then carefully removed all the mud and sand hidden in the child's fingers and nails.

The child looked at him with a smile: "Yeah!"

Yang Sheng raised his hand and tapped a little on the child's nose, dripping with water: "The face is also dirty." Without paying attention for a while, the child pulled his face up, the black finger marks were particularly conspicuous, and even the nose was covered with mud.After Yang Sheng noticed it, he changed the basin of water again, and wiped the child's cheeks carefully with a towel before washing the little clay figurine.

The time in the village is very slow, but even so, the fights and fights have reached past ten o'clock in the morning.

Yang Sheng took a bag of presents and led the child out. He happened to run into a neighbor's family who were working in the field and greeted him naturally.The neighbor's daughter was young, holding a small flower in her hand, and said hello to Yang Sheng cautiously: "Hello, Uncle." Then, she looked curiously at the child hiding behind Yang Sheng, showing a friendly smile .

The child poked his head out quietly, took a few glances and then retracted, as if he was not used to the presence of strangers, he grabbed the hem of Yang Sheng's clothes.

The neighbors were all cheerful people, they accepted the gift from Yang Sheng, and returned the melons and vegetables they planted.Of course, they all noticed the existence of the child and were quite surprised: "Ah Sheng, this child..."

"My family."

Yang Sheng spoke vaguely, but the neighbor heard it and felt that there was something in it, so he didn't continue to struggle with this issue: "You are really clever!"

The little girl also thought that the person of the same age whom she met for the first time was very beautiful. In addition, the child had small scars on his head, and the clothes on his body could not tell his gender. Past: "Here, here you are."

The child didn't dare to look at her. He grabbed the flower with his little hand and held it in his palm. After a while, he replied in a low voice, "Yeah."

"She, why can't she speak?"

The adults in the neighbor's house hurriedly patted the little girl on the head: "Kids are so ignorant..."

Yang Sheng didn't feel angry: "Before I was sick, my throat wasn't very good."

The little girl suddenly felt guilty, and looked behind Yang Sheng.But the child didn't seem to care about this. Knowing that she was looking at him, he tilted his head tentatively and met the little girl's eyes. The two suddenly looked at each other and laughed.

This time, Yang Sheng was a bit appreciative, but the expression on his face didn't change, and no one else could notice it.

Leaving the field, the child realized that he was walking in a familiar direction, so he raised his head and asked Yang Sheng with his eyes.Yang Sheng understood what he meant: "Yes, go to the village chief's house."

Sure enough, Aunt Yuzhen's loud voice rang out. The village head was smoking pipes at home, and he was not impatient with his wife's nagging.After Yang Sheng entered the door, the old couple didn't stop talking. Instead, it was the child running over that made Aunt Yuzhen react.Although she was a little puzzled as to why the child seemed to be a little taller, she thought it was because she had a bad memory before, so she touched her little face with her hand: "Oh, are you cured?"

The one that was shy just now when it saw a stranger, now looks much more lively, and is not afraid of being touched on the face.Aunt Yuzhen hurriedly brought out the children's favorite snacks and fruits: "You are so cute!"

Yang Sheng was too lazy to deal with the cute beggars, so he sat next to the village head and listened to him speak slowly: "It's decided?"

"Ah."

"I'll ask you tomorrow. If it works, it will be in your name." The village chief tapped on the pipe.

Hearing this, Yang Sheng felt relieved, but he still asked one more question: "The village chief, you..."

"It doesn't matter, what a big deal this is!" The village chief smiled meaningfully.

Yang Sheng also smiled: "I was thinking about it."

The village chief took a puff of cigarette and twisted the newly bought shredded tobacco: "The child is getting older, so it doesn't matter. Come back in two days. It's raining a lot recently, so don't get sick again."

"it is good."

The child, who knew nothing about it, chewed the fruit, picked a big red one and stuffed it into his mouth, one on each side, making Aunt Yuzhen laugh out loud.