who called him an onion essence

The morning sun was very weak, Yang Sheng got up early to prepare breakfast, and after a while, the sound of a child getting up came from the room.Then the child ran out wearing obviously ill-fitting slippers, with a flushed face and the stripes of the bamboo mat.

"Don't sleep?"

"Ok!"

Yang Sheng wasn't sleepy, but he remembered that in the middle of the night, he woke up with tears all over his face, only to find that the child in his arms had grown up again.Now the other party is a five-year-old child who can run and dance effortlessly. He is happy with his enlarged body, and put on a piece of Yang Sheng's clothes. The hem just reaches his calf, like a skirt.The child wandered around the hall excitedly, occasionally reached out to touch the tables and chairs, and almost knocked over the kettle.

Seeing this, Yang Sheng who brought out the porridge had a straight face and mercilessly taught him: "It's hot."

The child didn't dare to move around at once, and his eyes rolled around, looking very lively.Within a few minutes, he became happy again, and leaned close to Yang Sheng to show a sweet smile.Yang Sheng turned to look at him, the child pulled up his clothes and showed him his deflated belly: "Yeah!"

He can't speak yet.

Yang Sheng touched the other person's belly very gently, making the child "giggle" and then helped him tidy up his clothes.Noticing the porridge on the table, the child groaned and climbed onto the chair, lay half of his body on the table, his fingers were about to be inserted into the bowl: "Ah!" He was ruthlessly pulled back.

"This is porridge." Yang Sheng said while feeding it, "I will go to the village chief later."

The corner of the child's mouth was stained with porridge, and he wiped it off with his hands: "Yeah?"

Knowing what the child meant, Yang Sheng found a tissue, held the child's fleshy paws, and wiped them one by one with his fingers: "Yes, village chief, you have to be good then." During the time spent with the child, probably It was the time when Yang Sheng talked the most in the first half of his life.

The child was happy, gurgling porridge and nodding.

Yang Sheng had a few different emotions in his heart. The child he once wanted appeared, but he couldn't grasp the growth speed of the other party.From a little baby who didn't understand anything at the beginning, to a child who can understand his words now... Yang Sheng subconsciously squeezed the spoon tightly, maybe it was a dream, maybe it was because he took good care of a lost purple onion, God just Give him such a gift.

However, it is impossible for a child to hide in a place where no one knows forever. If it grows too fast, it will definitely attract the attention of others and even cause disaster.Yang Sheng has no education, but he has watched American blockbusters, and knows that such a little monster is likely to become a cold product in the laboratory.In this way, he can't calm down, even if the child can only stay in the world for a very short time - Yang Sheng also wants the child to live a carefree life.

"Can... grow slower?" Yang Sheng blurted out.

The child was stunned and bit the spoon: "Huh?"

Yang Sheng came back to his senses, put all ominous guesses behind him, and didn't answer.

The child swallowed the porridge in his mouth, tugged at Yang Sheng's hand worriedly, and then stroked the corner of his mouth in comfort.

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After the rain, it cleared up, the mountain flowers bloomed, and the green grass flourished.The seedlings in the farmland do not move against the wind, and the green color makes people feel happy.The child had a pair of big rain boots on his feet, and he staggered like a little penguin when he walked.But he didn't want Yang Sheng's help, and walked forward stubbornly.

Yang Sheng conveniently folded a piece of dog's tail grass and stuffed it into the child's hand. The child immediately burst into laughter, his eyebrows and eyes curved.Not far away, several people working in the field stopped and shouted something: "..."

Yang Sheng waved his hands in response.

The village chief's house is a small two-story building, some years old, standing in the best position in the village.Yang Sheng stopped the child who wanted to harm the flower bed, picked him up, and knocked on the door: "Auntie?"

After a while, a woman's voice came from inside, and a gray-haired middle-aged woman opened the door, her wrinkled face suddenly burst into laughter: "Hey, Ah Sheng is back?" Immediately afterwards, her eyes fell On the child in Yang Sheng's arms, there was more surprise in his expression, "This child..."

"Yeah?" The child sucked his fingers, and was not afraid when he saw a stranger, but turned his head slightly to look at Yang Sheng.

Yang Sheng's eyes were slightly red, and he smiled helplessly: "Auntie, let's go in and talk."

The middle-aged woman, that is, Aunt Yuzhen suddenly came back to her senses, and then welcomed the two of them in, and poured two cups of tea: "What's the matter? Ah Sheng, is it your child?"

"It belongs to my...friend." Yang Sheng is not good at lying, he hesitated, "They had an accident."

"Really?" Aunt Yuzhen obviously didn't believe it, and her suspicious eyes wandered between the big one and the small one.However, the child's appearance was rather delicate, which did not match Yang Sheng's rough facial features, nor did he carry any similar taste.She looked it up and down for a while before she believed it.

Tears welled up in Yang Sheng's eyes, he was too close, and was stimulated by the sudden strong spicy smell on the child.But Aunt Yuzhen, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa, didn't smell much. Seeing him crying, she thought that Yang Sheng's heart was hurt by her doubts, and hurriedly explained: "Auntie said something wrong, don't take it to heart. Oh, this child is so handsome, if you want to keep it, you can keep it." After taking care of Yang Sheng for so many years, she also knows his character, and she has long since given up hope for Yang Sheng's marriage.

Now that Yang Sheng came back with a child who was said to be a friend, and said the word "accident", Aunt Yuzhen came to her own conclusion: "I want to ask your uncle for help?" □□It is not easy.

"Ah."

Aunt Yuzhen sighed regretfully: "Your uncle has gone to the town, and he might not come back tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. He just loves to sing operas, and the opera troupe from the year before last has not been disbanded yet! What competitions are there these days? He is so happy to leave!"

Yang Sheng pursed his lips: "Uncle still likes to sing?"

"I like it very much!"

Listening to them, the child gradually calmed down and the smell dissipated.He felt bored, and wanted to climb up with his hands and feet, Yang Sheng took the opportunity to let go, letting him step on the sofa barefoot, and occasionally playing on his back.

Seeing the child so lively, Aunt Yuzhen suddenly thought of something and asked, "The child can't talk?"

"Yes." Yang Sheng sighed.

The other party came to a sudden: "No wonder you want to adopt...otherwise you can only enter some orphanage in the city!"

"I wanted to find the uncle...just ask first..." Yang Sheng squeezed out each word, "there are many rules in the city, but here... it's better."

"Well, when your uncle comes back, talk about it carefully." Aunt Yuzhen didn't understand the twists and turns inside, and she didn't have any good ideas. In front of Sheng Sheng, "Almost forgot about this thing! I brought it back from the city, it's very sweet, give it to the children to taste."

Seeing the delicious food, the child put one arm around Yang Sheng's neck, stretched out with the other, and was caught.Yang Sheng pinched a small piece of preserved fruit and fed it to him. The child chewed and chewed, and liked the sweetness very much.After eating one piece, the child started acting like a baby again: "Yeah?" Yang Sheng couldn't help his cute reaction, and fed several pieces in a row to satisfy the child.

Aunt Yuzhen smiled brightly: "Eat, eat more! Ah Sheng, you should try it too!"

Yang Sheng couldn't refuse, he just felt that the sweet taste in his mouth was too strong, making his tongue numb.The child liked it very much, and leaned up to kiss him on the mouth.

Since he didn't meet the village head, Yang Sheng didn't have the mood to sit down, handed the cigarettes and health products he brought back to him, and left with the child.Before going out, Aunt Yuzhen insisted on stuffing money into his pocket, but Yang Sheng finally had to accept it.On the way, the child wanted to play with the money, but Yang Sheng didn't allow it. The child looked at him without crying, and finally got a crumpled one-dollar bill, which he held in his hand like a treasure.

Back home, Yang Sheng locked the door of the small yard, told the children not to run around, and just played in the yard, while he hurried into the kitchen to process the meat that his aunt asked him to bring back.Holding the money in his hand, the child squatted on the ground to watch the ants crawl, and occasionally made troubles to disturb their queue.After the ant changed its course, he followed again, and before he knew it, he followed the small weedy field next to the wall.

This land was originally used by Yang Sheng's mother to grow flowers. She is a city resident, educated, and likes to tinker with these beautiful things.Yang Sheng's father is an out-and-out countryman. He was unwilling to open up a special place to plant flowers at first, but he gave in to his wife's desire and planted a corner of flowers by himself.But now that the flowers withered and the land was deserted, the child sniffed, opened his hands and patted the soil, suddenly his whole body was shaken, and he rushed straight towards the ground as if he couldn’t stand still——

Yang Sheng only heard a muffled "boom", thinking that the child had fallen, and ran out in a hurry.But there was no one in the yard, and a piece of money with folded corners was lying alone. As for the messy clothes on the ground, when I opened it, there was a slender grass underneath, which was very abrupt.Yang Sheng sighed, and recognized that it was a purple onion planted in the soil. Unlike the surrounding weeds, the blades of grass on its head were extraordinarily long, dark green, and dragged to the ground curvingly.

"Little... child?" Yang Sheng squatted down, his eyes full of disbelief.

The purple onion trembled slightly, and the leaves rustled, as if answering his inquiry.

Yang Sheng only felt his heart fluctuate, flustered and chaotic for a while, and it took a long time before he came to his senses: "Why, why did it suddenly change?"

The purple onions in the field couldn't speak, so they could only wave the blades of grass comfortingly, and rubbed against Yang Sheng's knee.After turning back into an onion, its personality has not changed, and it is still a spoiled child.

Yang Sheng took a deep breath, and the blue veins on his forehead looked a little scary, and it didn't take long for them to slowly disappear: "Is there any danger?"

The blade of grass wobbled forward and seemed to nod.

"That's good." Yang Sheng suddenly remembered the scene when he brought the purple onion back, probably there was something in this village that gave the purple onion spirituality.It should be normal to go back to the ground now, right?He was lucky that he didn't meet the village chief at this time, otherwise the child would change back to his original form, and things would be troublesome later on.

Purple Onion knew that he was worried about him, so he shook the blade of grass, and didn't stop until Yang Sheng's expression became less scary.

Yang Sheng sighed: "Good boy."