self-control scale

This time back to the old house, Luo Zijun first took the child back to the ancestral hall.

The main reason is that Dudu's status is different this time, and Mr. Luo thinks that he should be solemnly introduced to those old ancestors.

The child was very nervous, and his palms were wet with sweat.

Teacher Luo pinched three sticks of incense in his hand and bowed a few times.

Luo Zijun said: "The situation is like this, you have also seen that this person is what I will guard for the rest of my life, he is very good, very good, I like him very much, and I hope you all like him too."

What he said was very Luo Zijun's style.

When he came out, the child couldn't hold back and bumped his elbow: "What if your... your ancestors are angry?"

The sunlight coming out of the ancestral hall was too dazzling, Luo Zijun couldn't help but squinted his eyes and laughed loudly: "Come out and beat me if you have the ability."

The appearance of not being afraid of the sky and the earth is really very Luo Zijun's style.

The two of them slept in the big house at night, listening to the patter of snow outside the house. Big snowflakes were blowing up in the winter night, and a thick layer of fog formed on the glass windows.

Luo Zijun wrapped the child in front of his body with a quilt, and rubbed his chin on top of his head, making it extremely warm.As the saying goes, Bao Nuansi, once this person is comfortable, his hands will start to behave unruly, pinching here and rubbing there, touching his chest for a while, and rubbing his thighs for a while.

"Honey, have you gained weight recently?"

Dudu was so comfortable in his arms that he was so sleepy that he dozed off, and was a little slow to his endless harassing behavior.

"Ok?"

"Very good, keep up the good work. I was too thin before, but now it feels good to hold me like this."

Teacher Luo's hand pressed down on his waist twice and then stopped. It was soft and elastic, which made him distracted. The stick in his lower body was propped up against the child's buttocks. It's time to call him a hooligan again.

Luo Zijun sighed, and began to recite the mantra from Ma Zhemo.

When I woke up the next day, the outside was covered in snow, and the ground from the eaves to the trees was covered with cotton-white snow.This weather is quite rare in the south.Generally, there is sleet and sleet in the south. After one night, there is only rain on the ground the next day. There is no such thing as snow accumulation.This year is a vision.

Luo Zijun was awakened by a dream again, the scene in the dream was too real, his head was a little dazed, just about to put on his clothes, he found that the child had also woken up, he must be staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"what happened?"

Luo Zijun wrapped his arms around his shoulders and rubbed them.

"Ah, I was dreaming."

The child is a little slow to respond.

Teacher Luo frowned, and suddenly had a premonition: "Kneeling against the board?"

The child was startled, thinking that he had special abilities: "How do you know?"

Teacher Luo's face was full of complexities, and together with him, the two actually had the same dream, with dual perspectives.

In the dream, they were kneeling in the ancestral hall hand in hand, Luo Zijun held the child tightly in his arms, and said quite forcefully: "Don't touch him, you will hit me." Facing them were two gray-haired old men , Luo Zijun vaguely felt that they were his grandparents.

His grandfather pointed at Luo Zijun's nose and said he was not filial, but his grandmother stopped him and comforted him, saying, "Forget it, old man, we Junjun has his own ideas."

There was no result in the end of the dream, and the old man naturally didn't know if he agreed or not.

As soon as Lao Luo thought about it, he took the child to give the ancestor another incense, and the two went to eat two bowls of pot noodles hand in hand, and when they came back, they were ready to go over the prescription.

They searched the house inside and out, but found nothing.While tinkering with the study room, the child tripped over a chair and fell on the bookshelf without standing still. After shaking the bookshelf a few times, the pile of bottles and jars on the top fell down with dust.

Luo Zijun reacted quickly, grabbed the child and held him in his arms, and he was beaten to the ground, the pain was terribly painful, and there was the sound of things breaking in his ears.

The child looked at the pile of white porcelain on the ground with a pale face.

"How many years is this...?"

"I don't know." Luo Zijun shrugged indifferently, "Maybe one or two hundred years."

Dudu gasped, and his face turned even paler.

But coincidentally, the porcelain was broken, and a kit fell out. It looked like a high-quality fabric, hand-stitched, and it was still quite old.

The hearts of the two jumped up.

There is an old yellowed photo in the brochure - two men, one hand on the other's shoulders, their heads close to each other, one of them has a handsome face and a sweet smile between his brows and eyes.He pulled his long hair back, and there seemed to be two dimples on his face.The photo of the man next to the man has been cropped, so it can only be judged that he is much taller than the man with long hair.

Luo Zijun was familiar with this long-haired man, and so was Dudu.

Jiang Ziling, who appeared thousands of times in their dreams, is like their old friend, and they can recognize it at a glance.According to this logic, could that person over there be...?The two of them were cautious, breathing nervously and almost stopped.

There is also a clever piece of unknown use in the kit.

Seeing the fragments, a golden light flashed in the child's head, and quickly went to pick Lao Luo's neckline, and took out the pocket watch chain that he had given him before. After comparing, the patterns on it were actually the same as the fragments in the kit.

After the fragments got stuck in, the pocket watch, which had never been opened, "clicked" and fell apart.

This is no pocket watch, there is actually a cropped black and white photo hidden in it, which can just fit into the original photo.The man in the photo is very heroic, and he is [-]% similar to Luo Zijun.

It is self-evident who is.

Teacher Luo and the child were silent for a while, and little clues were gradually pieced together in Lao Luo's mind.

"My ancestor, that is, Zhuang Baibu, was the Gewusi who specialized in the study of Yanjia. This kind of small mechanism should not be difficult for him. It must have taken a lot of time for him to design that thing. If I remember correctly, According to the diary that Zhuang Shihuai gave me, Zhuang Baibu didn’t go out for more than half a month to study this.”

"What interests me is, why is this photo cut out separately?"

Yes, I cut it separately, and carried the image of the other party with me, as if with some kind of solemn promise, parting from each other, life and death.

The child sat in front of the desk with the photo in his hands, and was dazed for a while. Luo Zijun was still looking through the clues. After a while, he turned around and found that the child had fallen asleep lying on the edge of the table at some point.

Luo Zijun lightly carried him to the bed, covered him tightly with the quilt, and pressed a kiss on his forehead, continuing to figure out clues by himself.

It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon, and Luo Zijun thought that he should take the children to have lunch. He ran back to the bedroom and found that Dudu had woken up, put on his coat and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, staring fixedly at the window.

"Are you awake?" Luo Zijun asked.

The child looked back when he heard the voice, and at this moment, an indescribable twist floated in Mrs. Luo's heart.

Unlike the habitual pursing of his lips in the past, this time when he smiled, the corner of the child's mouth curled up, his eyebrows and eye corners raised, drawing a beautiful arc.His eyes lingered on Luo Zijun's face for a long time, with a little greed and infatuation, and a little bit more, full of spring.

"Well, shoes." Dudu stretched out his feet confidently.

Luo Zijun frowned, and knelt down on one knee to help him put it on.Dudu propped up his hands, jumped off the bed, and went out the door.

Yes, jump and jump.

Unprecedented childishness.

In the afternoon in the ancient town, all kinds of small vendors lined up on both sides of the road.

Holding a bunch of candied haws, the child ran to the front of the malt candy booth, bent down to look at it for a long time, and cast earnest eyes on Luo Zijun.

Teacher Luo sighed: "You can't finish eating."

The child hooked Lao Luo's little finger and dangled it. Even the candy maker couldn't stand it anymore and said, "I'll make you whatever you want!"

Luo Zijun quickly took out his wallet: "Okay, I'm afraid of you."

The child blinked: "Qongqi."

Luo Zijun was stunned, and so was the master.

"What's the matter with being poor?"

"Poor... forget it... mandarin ducks."

The craftsmanship of a pair of mandarin ducks is also very complicated, and it is not within the scope of the master's hunting, so he is a little embarrassed.Luo Zijun looked at Dudu's expectant eyes, and took out a red ticket: "It's troublesome."

The master clapped his hands, "Okay, just wait!"

100 yuan a piece of malt candy, the child's eyebrows and eyes are blooming with a smile.

"Thank you." He leaned against Luo Zijun's shoulder and rubbed it again and again, and took Luo Zijun's hand in a big way, interlocking his fingers, under the sun, frankly and straightforwardly.

Luo Zijun had no sense of direction from the child's continuous teasing, and couldn't say a word, so he could only drag him and walk ahead.

There is a century-old restaurant in the small town, which is said to have been opened during the Daoguang period. Luo Zijun said several times that he would take his children to eat, but every time before, he was too hasty and had no chance to sit down and order food seriously.

When I passed by today, I found that there were not many people, so I went in and called for several signs.

When it was served, the child put down his chopsticks after a few mouthfuls, leaned on the table with his chin in one hand, and stared straight at Luo Zijun eating.

Teacher Luo was so stared at by him that it was not good to eat or not to eat, and he felt uncomfortable.

"Unappetizing?"

The child smiled and took a sip of tea: "It's okay, eat more if you like."

A chopstick of glutinous rice and lotus root was eaten, so sweet and greasy that Mr. Luo didn't even notice that there were two glutinous rice sticking to his mouth.

Dudu leaned over and licked it directly, sucking the sugar juice clean together, and the soft tip of his tongue brushed Lao Luo's lips by the way.

The upright and coherent series of tricks stunned Luo Zijun. Fortunately, at noon, the restaurant was full of people coming and going, and the waiter was carrying the dishes and yelling loudly. No one would notice the small movements of the two people in the corner.

Luo Zijun put down his chopsticks and stared at the child seriously: "Let's just make it, it's naturally incomparable to your time."

With one sentence, the smug expression on the child's face slowly receded.

He pouted: "You found out."

"Yeah." Luo Zijun poured a cup of tea for him: "You two are too different."

Dudu's hand tapped on the table: "For example?"

"For example, he is very shy, not as bold as you; for another example, he seldom asks me for help, and he usually carries it alone."

To talk about the details, Luo Zijun can talk about a day and a night.But thinking that the person in front of him is no longer a child, Teacher Luo's shoulders collapsed visibly.

The child across from him looked at him for a long time, giggled, and his shoulders trembled.

"Mr. Luo, you really misunderstood." Taking a breath, the gentle pool of water in his eyes was flooding: "I am him, and he is me, and I didn't say anything about it. You must have heard of reincarnation, then you Do you know that every time a person reincarnates, part of the memory will be lost, and after the generation is changed, the past will just disappear like this."

The waiter served another plate of braised meat with wine, which was full of aroma, and the meat was crispy and tasty with a chopstick.Luo Zijun picked off the fat and put the thin ones into his bowl.

As soon as the child stopped him, he ate with his chopsticks.

"For others, for those who have no obsession, reincarnation may not be a bad thing, but I can't, I can't forget, so I seal up part of my memory, hundreds of years later, after I found you , and then untie it."

Dudu's eyes were red, and his cold fingertips slowly touched Luo Zijun's face

"Teacher Luo, the person you see now is not only Du Chengyi, but also Jiang Ziling."

Luo Zijun was so shocked by his explanation that his consciousness was fragmented, and he could only reply for a long time: "Sorry, my memory of my previous life is only fragmented."

Tears flickered in the child's eyes. He closed his eyes and suppressed the turbulent emotions: "It's okay, fortunately, I finally found you. It's been too long, really, it's been too long."

He patted the hem of his clothes, walked into the sun, jumped on the spot twice, and took a deep breath.

"It's been so long that I almost forgot what the sun in this world is like."

Luo Zijun stared at his back, only feeling that his thoughts were fluttering and falling to the ground along with the dust in the sun.I can't say whether I feel strange or shocked at the moment, or a feeling of relief.

"Honey, let me tell you a story."

Dudu generously came to hold his hand, Luo Zijun's heart was crackling in all directions at the moment, so he didn't shy away from it, and generously let him walk forward with his arm, inexplicably enjoying it.

"The owner of the story is a fool named Zhuang Baibu—"

"No cursing."

"Oh." The child stuck out his tongue: "Stupid, stupid, stupid. Alas, you were actually very boring hundreds of years ago. You only knew how to be with Yanjia all day long, and sometimes you were as boring as a log. There are still too many rules, just like just now."

Luo Zijun's heart stopped, he didn't know what expression to make.

The boring gourd said I was bored, so I had to find someone to reason with.

As soon as the painting style changed, the child suddenly thought of something: "But there is one thing he is better than you, he is more straightforward than you."

He touched Mr. Luo's waist and squeezed it hard: "I've blinded this dog's waist for nothing."