who called him an onion essence

Thunder bursts outside the house, and it has been raining heavily since morning.The frequent rain in summer made the air suddenly icy cold, and a layer of water accumulated on the ground in the yard, which could flood your feet if you stepped on it.Yang Sheng searched around for a round, except for the deep mountains, there was no trace of purple onions in the village.Now the pattering sound kept going, and there were occasional thunderclaps, and the expression on his face couldn't help but become a bit serious.

Even if he knew that the child was unusual, as a guardian, Yang Sheng would still be worried and couldn't sleep last night.

As for the purple onion who was remembered, he was cheering for joy. He was anxious about his escape, but the sudden heavy rain made him forget his troubles and excitedly stepped on the mud in circles.After all, it is a plant that can be grown in water. Purple onion loves water very much, and it feels cool all over.Coupled with the rain in the mountains mixed with a little heaven and earth aura, it couldn't be more comfortable for purple onions.

The flowers blooming on the side of the road were wet by the rain, and the petals became almost transparent, drooping slightly, and were grabbed by the purple onion, and turned into a puddle of fragrance in the palm of the hand.There was also a half-folded branch that almost hit the head of the purple onion. He was so angry that he stretched out his hand and broke the branch, and used it as a toy while walking and shaking it, pushing away the weeds blocking the way.

"Yeah!" The nectar covered with rainwater stuck to the corner of his mouth, the purple onion licked it, and his eyes narrowed into a line with a smile.

Although she misses everything here very much, Purple Onion thought about it, and couldn't help speeding up her pace, walking down the mountain with her short legs.Don't look at the purple onions as silly, but they are actually a little careful. On the way, I didn't forget to pick up the mushrooms growing under the trees. I picked one and sniffed it. I thought it should be delicious, so I held it tightly in my hand.In this rainy season, mushrooms will grow in a short period of time, and there are wild fruits and fresh wild vegetables in the forest.The purple onions knew that these were good things, so they bent the corners of their mouths and began to pick them.Of course, the most important thing is that mushrooms can be given to Yang Sheng as a gift, maybe the other party will not be angry...

After all the tossing, the book dug out of the hole became the cleanest thing on Purple Onion, because the rainwater would automatically avoid the cover, so it didn't get wet at all.Soon, the purple onion dropped the branch regretfully, grabbed the book with one hand, and held a handful of mushrooms and wild vegetables wrapped casually with big leaves in the other, with sweet red fruits in its mouth.

Most of the animals in the mountains hid at home, so the road became more and more quiet, leaving the muffled sound of rain falling on the ground.Purple Onion is not used to this kind of atmosphere, as expected, she has experienced the feeling of being accompanied by others, and being alone is always lonely.Walking down the mountain road slowly, the view is even less open. At the same time, the bean-sized raindrops slipped from the leaves, hit the hair of the purple onion, and then flowed down the cheeks, fascinated the eyes.

Purple Onion wanted to raise his hand to rub it, but unfortunately there was no place to put down his hands, so he could only shake his head desperately, and finally felt better.

Crossing the slope, gradually seeing the village in the distance, Purple Onion became more and more guilty, walking hesitantly with one foot deep and one foot shallow. "Yeah." He looked at the wild thing that was tightly squeezed in his hand, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and calmed down a little.

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From early morning to afternoon, and then to the dark sky, the sound of rain gradually subsided, and the smell of vegetation became stronger.Yang Sheng was not in the mood to cook. He stood by the door and looked out after a while, feeling dazed again. It would be normal for Purple Onion not to come back... Things in the mountains will eventually go back to the mountains, old people That's what it says.Aunt Yuzhen came here today and asked where the child was, Yang Sheng had no choice but to lie to her, saying that the child had caught a cold and was resting indoors.Aunt Yuzhen frowned, and gave him a homemade prescription to keep out the cold, and wanted to go home to get something, but fortunately, Yang Sheng stopped him, and before leaving, she was still blaming him for being separated from the villagers, and it was time to find someone for help Be sure to find someone to help.

Yang Sheng could only smile wryly. If Purple Onion was an ordinary child, then he would definitely want to tell the whole village that his family raised such a cute child.

Several of the onions brought to cover up the smell on the child had rotted, and Yang Sheng couldn't bear to throw them around, and buried them in the field outside the house.Just thinking about it, he seemed to smell the spicy smell again, and couldn't help frowning——

Then, there was a soft knock on the door.

Yang Sheng walked out almost immediately, not caring that he was getting wet.There was a naked child standing outside the door, with many mud spots on his skin, and he grinned at Yang Sheng: "Yeah!"

"..." Yang Sheng took a lot of effort to endure the anger in his heart, and carried him into the house with a cold face. Fortunately, it was raining again at night, and the villagers did not notice that a child came out of the mountain alone. wear clothes.If they were found out, they would definitely think that Yang Sheng abused the child.

The child was wrapped in a towel, and obediently let Yang Sheng wipe it clean for him, but he didn't drop the things in his hands.Seeing that Yang Sheng was not going to talk to him, the child became anxious, handed the mushroom over, and babbled.If Yang Sheng gets angry again, he will also be soft-hearted and a little scared.He glanced at it hastily, seemed to understand something, and sighed, "Are you hungry?"

Hearing this, the child lowered his head and stroked his deflated stomach: "Hmm!"

Yang Sheng stretched out his hand to take the mushrooms and wild vegetables that had become a mess, his anger disappeared all of a sudden, and all that was left was the thought that the child would be hungry.After specifically telling the child to change into clothes, he got up and walked towards the kitchen.The child's hands-on ability is good, and he has adapted to his body very well. He put on his clothes in two or three strokes, and chased after him with his bare legs, and followed behind Yang Sheng.

The stove is so high that the children can't see what's on it, they stand on tiptoes desperately, with their little hands on the edge.Yang Sheng couldn't drive him away, so he moved a small wooden stool for the child to step on, and even took out a piece of brown sugar from the jar, broke off a corner and stuffed it into the child's hand.The child was immediately happy when he smelled the sweet smell. He licked and licked the candy without any teacher, and kept his eyes on Yang Sheng's movements.

After working for almost an hour, Yang Sheng made a table of meals, which contained "gifts" specially brought back by the children. Of course, they were checked and found to be non-toxic.In addition, there is newly bought meat, cut into a size suitable for a child to eat in one bite, and it has been stewed until it is soft.On the way to cook, the child was tired from standing, so he strolled to the living room to play early. By the way, he found the book that Yang Sheng had left in the corner when he was not paying attention, and hid it under the bed in the bedroom.

Yang Sheng glanced over there intentionally or unintentionally, but remained silent.

At dinner, the child imitated Yang Sheng's way of holding a spoon, and finally took a spoonful, but accidentally shook it, and the food fell to the bottom of the table. "Yeah!" the child yelled angrily.Yang Sheng fed him at the right time, and comforted him: "Well, it's bad." The child ate his mouth full and responded vaguely.

When the two of them were full, Yang Sheng patted the child on the head, signaling him to stay outside quietly, while he picked up the bowls and chopsticks and went into the kitchen.The child leaned on the door frame, tilted his head to look at him, and then there was a lot of brown sugar in his mouth, which was sweet. "Be careful of tooth decay." Yang Sheng subconsciously threatened him, and then thought that the child might not understand what it was, and was quite distressed.

The child didn't know what was going on in his heart. He was eating candy with sparkling eyes.

Before going to bed, the sound of rain was very light. After washing, one big and one small lay on the bed, temporarily unable to fall asleep.The child turned over and touched Yang Sheng's arm with his small hand. He seemed to like the warmth of his body, and he giggled twice to himself.His own body temperature has always been low, and Yang Sheng was worried at first, but later realized that it seemed to be born with purple onions, so he was relieved.

"Yeah?" The child felt a light pat on the back, and couldn't help calling out in doubt.

Seeing that the other party was indeed in good spirits, Yang Sheng recalled the parenting materials he had read, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Want...to listen to the story?"

The child is curious: "Yeah?" What is it?

Facing the excited eyes of the child, Yang Sheng stuttered and told the most classic fairy tales. He didn't know if the child understood, but the other party huddled in his arms and concentrated on it.Not long after, the child yawned suddenly, his body softened slowly, and he must have fallen asleep.

The voices in the room also became smaller, and finally calmed down.

In the middle of the night, there were frogs croaking in the field after the rain. The child suddenly opened his eyes, carefully got up from Yang Sheng's arms, bent down and brought his little head closer, and pressed his forehead against Yang Sheng's.Yang Sheng, who was sleeping soundly, dreamed of something, his expression changed, and he fell into a deeper sleep...

The rooster crowing in the early morning woke up the two people in the room. Yang Sheng looked in disbelief, and turned to look at the sleepy-eyed child.After the child woke up, he suddenly turned his face away guiltily, and tugged at the hem of his clothes.It was only then that Yang Sheng believed that what he saw in his dream last night was all due to the other party. Those strange and out-of-this-world contents made his heart flutter, presumably it was the child who knew the past and told him clearly through the dream.

"Lingguo...it looks like an onion." Yang Sheng pinched the child's face.

The child didn't dare to lose his temper, but smiled and rubbed against his palm: "Ah!"