818 The dead face control who slept with me

08-Who is Zhuang Zhou, who is the butterfly

After several days of rainy days, it was difficult to go out, let alone the sun. The stuffed eggs and people in the house seemed to grow mushrooms.Daoist Jin stood in the kitchen with a book in his hand, making new dishes according to the instructions in the book. He didn't have such a leisurely life on weekdays, but if he didn't find something to do now, he would really explode in boredom.

Even if Daoist Jin had something to do, he suffered from that egg. It was just an egg, and when the weather was fine, he could go out with Daoist Jin for a couple of laps, but now that it was raining heavily outside, it couldn't go anywhere.Sitting in a sleepy house, only the boring self is on the table, on the ground, rolling around on the bed, and always be careful not to bump or roll off.

The egg does not need to eat, but it needs to be warmed by Daoist Jin with body temperature every night. The Taoist priest fell asleep, and sleeping for so long has already become a habit.But for Daoist Jin, sleeping with an egg every night was a very novel experience, and even a little embarrassing.

This kind of embarrassment comes from the fact that it is difficult to move the body from falling asleep to waking up. After all, the best and most suitable position for holding an egg is to lie on your side, roll your body up, and put the egg on your abdomen. If you lie flat, you will really be caught The egg was crushed to death, I'm afraid that before the egg hatches, Daoist Jin will go to see the patriarch first.

"What will you be like?" Daoist Jin tapped the eggshell lightly with a spatula in his hand and asked suspiciously.

The shell of this egg is so hard that it can be jumped at will. Naturally, it will not be broken because of his few blows, but Jin Daochang was still careful when knocking it.

The egg shook from side to side on the table for a while to show that he didn't know the answer either. Maybe it knew the answer, but it couldn't tell Mr. Jin.Jin Daochang didn't expect to ask anything from it, so he turned around and stir-fried the wild rice stems in the pot, picked up some salt with his free hand and sprinkled it in, and then poured in the shredded carrots Put it in the pot, the color of wild rice stems mixed with it is really beautiful.

"Come out of eggs, um..." Jin Daochang thought about all kinds of creatures born of eggs from ancient times to the present while frying vegetables.

As a face control person, he naturally removes those who don't look good from his memory, leaving most of the ones he thinks are good-looking.If the egg can see his brain at this time, he will definitely complain, is it because I am not good-looking, you are going to dislike me? !Hey, I really can't see that you are such a golden Taoist priest.However, no matter whether Dan can see it or not, and whether he wants to complain, it can't change the fact that Daoist Jin is a face controler, let alone change Daoist Jin's impression of Dan.

"When the guests from Fuyun Mountain came last time, what did they say about you?" Daoist Jin suddenly thought of something, just as he put the dishes on the plate, he walked up to it, looked at him and asked.

The egg continued to shake, but this time he really knew it but couldn't say it.

"Oh, you're cute?" Daoist Jin thought of it, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "It's not bad to be cute, I can accept it if you want to grow cute."

He completely forgot that he said two months ago that if he didn't look so good-looking, he wouldn't dislike him. Now that he didn't bring up the old matter again, he actually threw this most important point out of the sky.Dan was stunned on the table for a moment, and suddenly felt the pressure of his Dansheng's happiness coming from all directions. Don't you think it's agreed? !You can't control your appearance too much! Hey!

Daoist Jin put the dishes on the table, with a deeper smile on his face, stroked the eggshell with his fingertips, and said, "You're kidding." The egg shrank back when he heard the words. Said: "Actually, whatever you look like is good, but in my opinion, you can't be the one I like." The gentleness is like a whisper between lovers, even the eyes are like a layer of mist, a little blurred .

The egg rubbed against his palm, Daoist Jin stared at it for a while, then withdrew his hand and continued to study new dishes with a book.The fried dishes on the table were steaming hot and full of fragrance. The egg twirled a few times intoxicated, then stopped next to the dish, and lowered its body down, and then lowered it. Fortunately, it was still there. There was still a sliver of reason, so he didn't plunge into the dish.

The rain was long and seemed to never stop. A few soaked sweet-scented osmanthus radiated vigorous and vigorous vitality from the inside out, and the green branches and leaves covered most of this small courtyard.At this time, no one would bother them, a rain, so easily isolated them, and they were free for a few days.

The little love affair just now seemed like a dream, but I don't know whose dream it was.

Zhuang Zhou, or butterfly.

"My heart is a stone, I can't change it..."

When the child was about to finish reading the verses in the book, he raised his head and looked expectantly at the man standing in front of him with his hands behind his back.Before he was three years old, his two-year-old child had already been designated as a teacher by his parents. He had to spend three hours a day in the study room of the hall, and then he had to spare two hours to practice martial arts. After one hour, I have to take another two hours to review my homework.

Such a heavy coursework is really harsh for a child, but neither he nor his parents have a choice.

"En." The man closed the books in his hands, looked at him approvingly and said, "I'm here today, what's your Highness still puzzled?"

"Nothing." The child stood up and saluted the man.

"Go." The man glanced at the internal officials who had been waiting outside the hall for a long time, and said, "Tomorrow will be the three-day Lunar Moon Festival, so I will give you three days off."

The look of surprise was shown on the child's face. After all, he is still young, but he can't hide any joy, but he never forgot the etiquette, so he saluted again before leaving.

Today he finished school early, more than an hour earlier than usual, but he didn't go back to his dormitory directly, but went to his mother instead.While walking, I still don’t forget to use this little time to memorize. The poems I read in front of the teacher before can be memorized even if I don’t read the book.A dozen or so internal officials and maids followed closely behind, but separated by the most comfortable distance for him, they all lowered their heads and lowered their eyes without hearing a sound.

"My heart is a stone, I can't change it..."

He slowly opened his eyes, as if he hadn't fully awakened from the long dream, and the words and phrases he had chanted in his childhood were still circulating in his mind.At that time, it was the teacher who told him. After years of precipitation and changes in the world, he really understood how heavy the price to pay for these eight words was.

Unfortunately, what accompanied his understanding was the rain of blood, the sound of killing, and that colorful dream that could never be found again.

"Golden Light..."

He closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

-----to be continued-----