The days of being a writer in a different world

Five crooked matchsticks, set up in the shape of a human, with a big white ball stuck on the top, well, it is barely a stickman.But this big white fat head has one big and one small black eyeballs, a pinch of small flames on his forehead, and pockmarks all over his face, and countless spider silks are connected between the pockmarks... You tell me that this is youthful, invincible, handsome and handsome. Dear Master An Ran An, Are you kidding?

As for the "portrait" of Cheng Lang, it is even more horrible. Standing behind the white and fat Master An in a pitch-black mass with fangs and claws, it looks more like a spirit than a person!The two eyes were drawn as two small balls of flames, and the dark, plump mouth was pointedly pouted, kissing Bai Tuanzi's cheek.

Master An squinted his eyes, and his thick skin was also a little feverish. Did this brat climb out of the window to spy out that night, did he see any unsuitable actions for children?

The background is quite strange, brightly colored curved teeth-shaped waves envelop the two people downwards, a bit like upside-down mountains, half a mouth full of fangs, and a bit like the light waves of space photography.

The whole picture is a child's weird doodle, but it always looks uncomfortable and uncomfortable.Especially the ugly pockmarks on Bai Tuanzi's face, which made people lame at one glance, but couldn't help but take another look at how ugly it really was.

There is not a word on the screen.

"Why do you say... these two 'persons' are me and Cheng Lang? I don't think this picture has anything in common with us. These two are more like black and white and more like people." Cheng Chen looked at Xu Yinghua and poked Poke that ugly stickman.

"Little Stamp likes you very, very much," Xu Yinghua straightened her thoughts, and described the child's behavior to Master An in a calm manner, "Jiao Tu has never liked to talk to people since he was born. In the world, when I was more than two years old, the doctor diagnosed it as autism...

At that time, I felt that half of the sky had collapsed. Fortunately, my family, Lin Fei, had a heart and never left us, and accompanied us to seek medical treatment everywhere. Although there was no cure, the three of us stayed together, and we have come here all these years. . "

She shook her lips, trying her best to make her expression clear and accurate. Yu Laodao held her hand and sighed deeply.

"Wait,... hand over the map? Who came up with this name?" Cheng Chen frowned, hearing an unpleasant name.Ever since he narrowly escaped death under Zhen Zhen's hands, he is very sensitive to the names of these nine sons of the Dragon, hand in the map?Pepper map? !

The nine sons of the dragon, shaped like a snail and clam, have a closed nature.

How did such a name come up?

Old Daoist Yu said awkwardly: "Yu Jiaotu, the picture of the social relationship, the picture of the stamp. This is the child's first name, and the small stamp is the nickname....The name was given by Master Zhen, er, Taoist Zhen Zhen back then."

Cheng Chen was startled, straightened his back, and his face changed a little.

Yu Linfei hurriedly explained: "No, no, Master An, this child has nothing to do with Zhenzhen, but he was the longest generation in the temple back then, so I will be polite, who knows that he just gave this Name. It sounds like a good meaning, so I’ll use it.”

Cheng Chen looked at the quiet "Yazi" beside him, his green eyes were restrained, and there was no strange expression.

"I remember that the little stamp has black eyes? The eyes are big and dark. I am very impressed."

"Yes, yes. The child's eyes follow mine, black and white." Yu Laodao desperately opened his "inch light" Zhanzhan eyes, trying to let the master feel the charm of inheritance.

Cheng Chen turned his head in disbelief, continued to care about the child's painting and the details of the disappearance, and stopped dwelling on the name.Maybe this child has nothing to do with the "nine sons of the dragon"; or maybe, like his own "garlic", he is a "failed product" of some kind of experiment - just look at those dark eyes.

"...Painting pictures is not the same as ordinary autism. I don't know when he learned to read and draw by himself. He often sits in the studio for a whole day. I always feel that he knows everything around him, but he is completely Not caring about the real world, he seems to be sitting in another world separated by a diaphragm, watching the worldly affairs indifferently.

His father and I are the only connection between Jiaotu and the world, as thin as a spider's thread, fluttering in the wind, and will break at any time.Maybe on that day, he will completely abandon the real world, I, I..."

Xu Yinghua looked at Cheng Chen in a trance, and said in an erratic voice: "Until that day, you, Cheng Chen came to Yiyue Mountain Villa. I didn't know that this child could have such agility, and he quietly hid it in the middle of the night. Many guards entered the room through the window...

He is not ordinary interested in you.

After breaking into Master's room that night, I went back to the room and watched the child closely. Although he didn't make trouble, I could see that he was very unhappy to hand over the map.Later, he kept painting in the studio, chanting "Cheng Chen, Cheng Chen" -- your name, while painting, he drew many pictures, but he was not satisfied with any of them, and tore them all to pieces.

There is only this one left, I heard him staring at the painting and talking to himself, he touched your face on the painting and said - 'star map'. "

"Star map?" Cheng Chen looked at the black sesame seeds painted on his white dumpling face, er, is this referring to the stars?Could it be that the little flame on the Yintang refers to his——soul? ! Doesn't the "star map" refer to the... in his sea of ​​consciousness? !

Cheng Chen's hair was horrified, as if someone had seen through him from the skin to the bone to the spinal cord, and he felt a chill rushing over him... It was his own thinking, didn't he think too much? !Little Stamp is just an autistic child.

Xu Yinghua continued to murmur: "He keeps calling your name, I know he wants to find you, but I can't let him out to bother you! He didn't cry or make trouble after handing over the picture, and then he kept using his black and white The big eyes looked at me like that, without saying a word, and later, we found out that he was gone.

This painting is the only one left in the studio.

Lao Yu and I were so impatient that we searched all corners and crevices up and down the mountain, and even searched the dog's skull fiercely, but couldn't find it anywhere, and calling the police was useless.Lao Yu was really in a hurry, so he helped him find someone and begged you to come here, just thinking, what if, what if the child, he found him here... woo woo woo..."

Xu Niang talked about the slim hope that she didn't even believe in, her lips were bleeding, and she couldn't bear it anymore, she threw herself into Lao Yu's arms and cried loudly.

Yu Laodao sighed and comforted, and looked at Master An pleadingly.

Cheng Chen was also very helpless, see what use I am, I am not a tracking dog.He has always had nothing to do with women's tears, and now facing a heartbroken mother, he has nothing to do, so he has to turn around and look for his bodyguard who "is useless if nothing happens, it's useful if nothing happens".

Lao Jiang was shrinking aside and secretly nibbling his melon seeds while watching a play.To be honest, he has traveled a lot between life and death, and things like sympathy are very scarce. He doesn't even care much about himself, and it's hard to care about life and death that have nothing to do with others.

"Brother Jiang, do you think there is any way for you to help find the child? After all, it is a friendship, so help if you can." Cheng Chen asked, there are a bunch of people in the system around him, which are not of much use at ordinary times. Finding a child can always help, right?

"Ah? Ah! Okay, I'll ask..." Lao Jiang was taken aback, he didn't expect the matter to be thrown on his own head, and hurriedly responded, before he finished speaking, he only heard the big wolf next to Cheng Chen groan loudly With a cold snort, he stood up abruptly, turned his head and looked out of the dark window.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Chen was a little confused, and several people looked out in response.

Cheng Lang stood up, jumped out of the wide-open French window, stepped on the balcony frame with one foot, and jumped out a long way again.In the starry night, I saw him like a huge bat, climbing and jumping with limbs criss-crossing, and occasionally "flying" up to the tall ancient cypress facing the window of Cheng Chen's house in the distance.

"What is he?" Yu Laodao was a little confused about the situation, Feifei would fly away if there was any disagreement, Master An indulged his family's spiritual master a little bit!

While talking, Cheng Lang seemed to take out something from a tree, and "flyed" back with it.

When he got closer, he could see clearly that the "thing" in his hand was a seven or eight-year-old child, with black hair and black eyes, with a drooping head. It was the little stamp of "missing". The big skill is to squat on this ancient cypress tree.

Yu Laodao was stunned, his small eyes almost popped out of their sockets, he roared: "My son!" He wanted to rush forward, but Xu Niangzi slapped him away and pushed him aside.

Xu Yinghua hugged the child who was carried into the window by Cheng Lang, and cried silently. After a while, the tears soaked Yu Jiaotu's shoulders. He twisted his body uncomfortably, raised his big black eyes, and looked To Cheng Chen.

He didn't say a word from head to toe, but just looked at people steadily.

"You child, this child! Parents are worried that you will soon... You, you! Don't run away!" Xu Yinghua choked, holding her son and dared not speak harshly, crying and laughing while wiping her tears .

Yu Laodao laughed until his wrinkles were crowded into piles, he couldn't stop rubbing his hands like a black-headed fly, and he couldn't stop the smile on his face while talking and laughing.

Cheng Chen was so tired of sending the family of three away. Giving birth to a baby was like coming to collect debts!

Not long after falling asleep, the phone rang again.

Cheng Chen picked up the phone and didn't listen to a few words. He rushed to the door with his veins twitching non-stop, and couldn't help shouting: "What? You ran away again, you are such a big father! You don't even have a child!" I can't stand it!"

Big Wolf looked over with questioning eyes, Cheng Chen held the phone angrily, Jiaotu Nawa ran away again!This tossing energy... He sprayed Yu Laodao halfway, suddenly remembered something, turned his head to look at the big cypress tree opposite his house, and then looked back at the big wolf.

Cheng Lang nodded slowly with no expression on his face.

Ow!Is this brat staring at this tree to lay eggs? !

The master waved his hand feebly, asking Cheng Lang to arrest him, and said bitterly into the microphone: "Your son is in my hands now, and if you don't pack up the scriptures from your family, you will never see him again! My son! Stay with me for a few days, so that you don’t lose sight of him again, and when he gets better and wants to stop making a nest in the tree, you can take him home again. That’s it!”

With such a ghostly baby suddenly appearing in the house, Cheng Chen is also a little embarrassed, he can't throw it away, who knows where he will go in a blink of an eye.It is not suitable to put it in the academy, after all, the child has autism and is very clingy to himself.

Fortunately, at home now, apart from other things, if you need guards, you can pop out a dozen with a snap of your fingers.

Cheng Chen gave the child's food, clothing, housing and transportation to the bitter-faced Lao Jiang, then turned around and devoted himself to his family's counterfeiting business. "Communication" is just around the corner, so we can't discredit Pu Gong and himself as a signboard of the town! .