It is strictly forbidden to fall in love

Zhong Qing took a basin of cold water, looked at the unconscious young man lying on the bed, and casually covered his forehead with the cold cloth.He turned around and asked the pharmacist, "Is he really alright?"

The old pharmacist shook his head, "It shouldn't be a big deal. I'm so angry and tired all day long, just take the medicine and rest for a while." He picked up a square medicine box from his feet, opened it and took out a few bottles of medicine. The elixirs and wound medicines were handed over to Zhong Qing, and he carefully told him the precautions.After Zhong Qing wrote it down, the old pharmacist closed the medicine box and slowly got up.

After the pharmacist left, Zhong Qing moved a chair and sat on the side of the bed looking at the pale Tang Jiao. After watching for a while, he stretched out his hand and put Tang Jiao's hand that had finished applying the medicine back on the quilt, and then whispered Sighing: "Why are you so angry at such a young age? He is the last dragon in the world. How can you compare with him? The male lead will be the second male."

Naturally, no one responded, Zhong Qing stretched out his hand to tuck him in the quilt.

Tang Jiao had a high fever, and he had a dream when he was drowsy.He was walking on an invisible endless road in the dark, looking around while walking, suddenly a large piece of bright light appeared in front of him, he stopped, and the scene in front of him gradually became clearer, it was raining, and the golden sunset was slanting Shining over the cornices of green tiles, in the familiar courtyard, a beautiful woman stands under the dragon tree, and the leaves are quietly falling on her fine clothes.

Tang Jiao stared blankly at that figure, the beautiful woman slowly turned her head to look at him, but it was a face covered with blood, the split head made her face more than twice as wide as normal, Brains and blood flowed through the cracked bridge of the nose, and then rolled down the chin to the skirt of the clothes drop by drop.She said: "Tang Jiao is the most important thing for mother, and mother can do anything for Tang Jiao." She looked at her poor child who didn't speak, and asked, "Does Tang Jiao love mother?"

Tang Jiao seemed to have been greatly shaken, he began to shake his head, "No..."

The woman still asked, "Does Tang Jiao love mother?"

"Stop talking! Stop talking!"

The voice repeated over and over again, "Does Tang Jiao love mother?"

"Don't..." Tang Jiao stepped back, but the voice lingered in his ears as if he couldn't avoid it. He kept shaking his head, as if there was no sound in his throat, he shouted: "Don't say any more !"

The woman looked at the poor child kneeling in front of her crying and begging for mercy. She whispered: "Does Tang Jiao love his mother? Mother loves Tang Jiao. Mother loves Tang Jiao so much. Mother can do anything for Tang Jiao."

Zhong Qing was about to fall asleep with his head down, when suddenly there was a scream in the room, he woke up instantly, the lights had already been turned off, and the room was pitch black, he subconsciously said: "Tang Jiao?!"

In the darkness, Tang Jiao hid on the inner side of the bed and hugged herself tightly. Her whole body seemed to collapse and tremble violently with her head buried in her head. The wound that had been bandaged before burst open, and large chunks of blood quickly soaked through the clothes, " Mother! Mother!" Deliriously, he tried to grab the ghostly curtain that was blown by the wind, but fell down unexpectedly, and there was a muffled sound of a heavy object hitting the ground. He seemed to be still in a nightmare, just blindly grabbing Holding his arm, he shouted, "Mom, I'm in so much pain! I'm in so much pain!"

Zhong Qing was already in a daze, unable to touch the lamp in a moment of anxiety, "Tang Jiao?!" He went to find the lamp, and as soon as he found someone, Tang Jiao suddenly grabbed his arm and hugged him, "Mother, it hurts so much!" Ah! Mother, I really hurt! I can't stand it!"

"Tang Jiao!" Zhong Qing yelled twice, but the other party didn't respond at all, but trembled even more. There was no way, Zhong Qing finally raised his hand and hugged him, "Okay, okay!" He said Hearing the old story of Tang Jiao's mother from Master Miao Miao, he felt shocked and helpless for a moment. Instead of calming down quickly, Tang Jiao, who was hugged, collapsed and helpless from the moment he was hugged. The screams of meaning became more and more tragic, as if he was enduring completely unbearable pain, and every moment of his life was a huge torture. Zhong Qing was terrified when he heard it, and after another long time, Zhong Qing said in a low voice: "Okay!" Are you having a nightmare? Okay, okay."

I don't know how long it took before the boy gradually stopped trembling, and slowly recovered his consciousness. Zhong Qing found that there was no sound, and he tentatively asked, "You...are you okay?" There was no sound coming from the darkness, The two sat on the ground beside the bed, Zhong Qing felt the young man loosen his hand a little bit, but there was still no other movement or sound.

"You..." Zhong Qing didn't know what to do. For a young man like Tang Jiao, he definitely didn't want to be found out about his weaknesses, let alone such a fragile and embarrassing side. I saw it all, no matter what I said, it was embarrassing.So he didn't say anything, didn't persuade or ask, just sat quietly with the child in the dark, pretending he didn't see anything or know anything.

What can be said about a heart-piercing child crying "Mother"?

Half an hour passed.

The light was turned on in the room, and the light came on. Zhong Qing helped the boy re-bandage the wound on his arm. The boy didn't look at him, and didn't say that he wouldn't let him bandage it. He sat on the couch with his legs motionless and watched the whole process. Looking out the window.After Zhong Qing treated the wound, he got up and walked to the table, put away the medicine bottle by bottle, he suddenly turned to look at the young man and asked, "Are you hungry?" How many days has this child not eaten?

No sound came.

Zhong Qing said: "Ah, there are still two plates of pastries on this table. I don't know if they can still be eaten. The pastries in this hall are supposed to be changed every few hours, right?" Jiao, then he picked up a piece of cake and ate it, saying: "It's quite sweet, there are dried plums in it, do you want to eat some too?" He brought the plate of cakes to Tang Jiao, Tang Jiao Without even looking at it, Zhong Qing said: "You don't like sweet ones?" He pointed another piece and said: "This one seems to be salty, and this one, this one seems to be made of jujube, you Do you like eating sour dates?"

Tang Jiao still looked out of the window without saying a word, Zhong Qing finally put down the plate, thinking, "What can I do?! Wait for death!"

Zhong Qing sat down, looked at Tang Jiao, and said, "Have you ever heard of this saying? A person lives for a lifetime, and grass grows for a spring. A person's life is only a hundred years, and he works hard to fight for those cultivation bases and the world. First, it’s not really interesting. Anyway, after many years, everyone is going to die. When the time comes, fame, winning or losing, what’s the use of life or death? Tell me about the world back then The number one cultivator, after death, everything will stop. It is wise to enjoy the present while you are still young."

Children, look carefully, I don't know if dragons will die or not, but people will die, why should we use our limited lives to fight against the threat of infinite life extension?

Tang Jiao still didn't speak, and Zhong Qing knew in his heart that he was not competitive, but there were some things in this world that really couldn't be said.After a long time, he finally whispered: "People live in this world, of course they have to live for themselves, don't you think so?"

Tang Jiao looked at the dark night outside the window, his eyes were motionless, Zhong Qing shook his head in his heart, "It's hopeless." Then he sighed secretly, "My child, the tragedy is far from over, what can you do?"

That day in the Qingmiao Pavilion, besides telling Zhong Qing the cause of Tang Jiao's mother's death, Master Miaomiao also told him another secret about the Tang family, which made him ask repeatedly, "How do you know?" How the real Miaomiao knew it has become a mystery, but it should be true.

That incident was related to Tang Jiao's mother.That legendary woman who was so beautiful that she made the whole Tianshui Kyushu and even the world eclipsed by her, even the real Miaomiao felt a little sad when she mentioned her.That woman is too beautiful and too dazzling. Everyone in this world who sees her will love her deeply. That kind of love is not necessarily the love between men and women, but more precisely, it is a kind of obsession. There is such a beauty that makes people feel shocked from the bottom of their hearts. She is a living beautiful legend.

The legend itself is fascinating.

This beautiful woman has easily won the love of everyone in the world, but her life has nothing to do with this word.She married a man she didn't love at all but had the same goals as her, for a prophecy: she would only have one child in this life, and that child would be the most powerful monk in the world.

The beautiful woman chose an excellent father and a glorious family for her child. When her first child was born, she found that it was just a waste of talent. Although the head of the Tang family was disappointed, he still He took pity on his youngest son and his beautiful wife, and he tried his best to establish him as the head of the Tang family for the next generation, but when he saw his child again, his child had been strangled to death, and his beautiful wife smiled. Then tell him: We will have a perfect child.

The next year, when the woman's second child was born, she was very talented, but the woman still strangled the crying child slowly in front of the man, because it was a girl, and it was a boy in the prophecy.The man stared blankly at his still beautiful and noble wife, and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

Finally, when the woman's fourth child was born, the scarlet sparks landed in Tianshui Kyushu, and the huge blue bird came with ancient blessings, a prosperous scene of universal celebration.The man knelt under the sacred tree and prayed to the gods, and the beautiful and dying woman tenderly caressed her child on the bed of blood. She knew that this was her child, and her perfect child finally came to this world to continue her life. Life, and that dazzling, great, beautiful legend.

In the blood that lingered, she bowed her head and kissed her child, the first and only time she kissed her own child.

Zhong Qing withdrew his thoughts, and looked at the young man in red who was still looking at the night outside the window.

The child believes that his mother loves him deeply, and everything he does is to get her mother's love and to repay her mother's love.But how can there be a loving mother who is willing to kill her own child in this world?Is the mother really doing all this because she loves her child deeply?Zhong Qing remembered that when he said this, Master Miao Miao sighed deeply, as if he was sighing, but also as if he was amazed.

That beautiful woman has been loved by everyone, but she has never loved anyone in the world, her relatives, husband, or children. She has only loved herself in her life, deeply Loving her herself is like a daffodil flower facing the water. When she falls into the wind in public, what a thrilling and terrifying beauty it is. The whole world is shocked by that unprecedented beauty.

At the same time, that scene will remain in the heart of the four-year-old forever.

Zhong Qing has no feeling for this perverted beauty, of course, he may not feel it because he has never seen it with his own eyes, but he feels more for the young man in front of him.What will happen to this child if he knows that his mother has never loved him, and all his attachments are meaningless?I'm afraid he will immediately collapse and go crazy on the spot?He was thinking that the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain, whether he should simply tell him the truth, lest he really make mistakes again and again, and finally embark on a path that is beyond redemption.

But just when Zhong Qing was about to speak, an even more terrifying thought suddenly crossed his mind. What if... Tang Jiao actually knew all this?

The mother doesn't love the child, but the child really loves the mother deeply. The four-year-old, little child weaves beautiful lies about love one after another, so that he can force himself to bear all this.He believes that as long as he is good enough, his mother will love him, and as long as he is a little better, he can get more love from his mother, which in turn proves that all this is true.

Day after day, year after year, a four-year-old child survived countless nightmare nights relying on this idea. What kind of story is this?