Children's smashing guide [Comprehensive base three]

When Yang Jian came to the house where Wuyin lived according to the guidance of Xiao Tiangou, he hid in the corner and watched.

When Wu Yin came back, he was surprised to find that the house had been cleaned. Just when he was about to put the things down, Jun Bao rushed forward and hugged Wu Yin's neck.Wu Yin smiled and hugged Jun Bao up and stretched out his hands to pinch Jun Bao's tender face: "Jun Bao, you can't pounce like this next time, Daddy's waist can't bear it."

"Daddy, look at Jun Bao is very powerful!" Jun Bao pointed to all the places that had been cleaned.

Wuyin pursed her lips and pretended to sniff: "No wonder you smell of sweat all over your body."

Jun Bao retorted: "Daddy, Jun Bao doesn't stink, I've already taken a bath."

Seeing that his son didn't look like this, Wuyin put Jun Bao down, and took off his coat while laughing: "Yes, Jun Bao is fragrant, Daddy is not clean, so I won't touch you .”

"Daddy, hurry up and take a shower." Jun Bao said while pushing Wu Yin, Wu Yin smiled helplessly.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw that the hot water and clothes were ready, and he took a comfortable bath without saying no.

The water mist was dense, and Wuyin couldn't help dozing off. In his sleep, he seemed to see the scene of children playing. He was holding a beautiful woman in his arms and watching the children playing happily.Even if that person didn't have the same appearance as him, he knew that it was him.

Gradually he felt a little out of breath, and suddenly woke up, only to see that the water had overflowed his nose.

"Ahem." He immediately got up and coughed up the water.

He squinted his eyes and recalled the dream just now, and the dream became blurred. He shook his head: "Let's finish washing quickly, the water is already cold."

After wiping his body with a water towel, he got up and changed into a comfortable coat casually.

One advantage of having a bald head is that you don't have to wait for the hair to dry, and there is no water drop on the head after wiping it with a towel.When he came out, he saw Xiaoqing and Junbao arranging herbs, Wuyin leaning against the door and smiling with their chests crossed.

Yang Jian's eyes dimmed, and he called Xiao Tiangou and left.His father had another child, and he still loved and cared the same, but it no longer belonged to him.His father is still so good at teaching the child, the child named Jun Bao is really cute.

Xiaotiangou bit Yang Jian's clothes and barked, Yang Jian sighed, "Xiaotiangou, go back."

Halfway through the journey, Yang Jian let Xiao Tiangou go back on his own, and he turned around and came to Wuyin's place.

When he got there, he changed into his childhood appearance, paced at the door, and looked inside.Jun Bao was the first to discover Yang Jian's trace. He blinked and looked at the little boy in black: "What's wrong with you?"

Yang Jian shook his head, Jun Bao walked over and continued to ask, "Are you unable to find your way?"

"Ah."

Jun Bao took Yang Jian's hand: "Then you come to my house first, my father is very nice, and will definitely help you find the way back."

Wu Yin shouted in the room: "Jun Bao, who are you talking to?"

"Daddy, there is a little brother who can't find his way back."

"Oh, then you can bring him in first."

Jun Bao smiled and shook Yang Jian's hand: "Your hands are so cold, I'll pour you a cup of hot water when you enter the room."

Yang Jian slightly lowered his head and nodded: "Okay."

The interior of the house is very warm and has a scholarly atmosphere. Yang Jian looked around and saw many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

"Little brother, this is drawn by my father." Jun Bao pulled him over and looked at it carefully, "This is what my father drew while looking at the scenery of the West Lake, and this is what my father wrote while looking at Xiaoqing."

Xiaoqing?It must be the spiritual little green snake.

Yang Jian's eyes were glued to the calligraphy and painting, and he felt as if he was in the mountains and rivers.

Wuyin brought up the boiled soup: "Come and drink the soup quickly."

Jun Bao pulled Yang Jian into his seat, and the tableware and chopsticks were all arranged neatly on the seat, even Yang Jian's portion was prepared.

Wuyin sat down and looked at the child, and gently stroked Yang Jian's head: "Son, you can have soup first, and uncle will help you find the way back later."

Yang Jian nodded, and he and Jun Bao drank soup together.The soup was delicious and smooth in the mouth, and it didn't take long for him to finish a bowl.

"Thank you uncle for the hospitality."

"It's okay, are you still hungry? Uncle just steamed some steamed buns." Seeing the cute child, Wu Yin couldn't help wanting to talk more.

Yang Jian rubbed his belly and asked, "Is it okay?"

"Yes, of course." Wu Yin smiled and got up and went to the kitchen to bring the buns.

As soon as the delicious and soft buns were bitten open, a gust of hot air gushed out, and said silently, "It's still very hot after steaming, eat slowly."

"Huh, huh." Yang Jian blew a few breaths and ate slowly. He was a little reluctant to eat. Thousands of years passed, and he finally ate the food made by his father again.

After taking a few bites, his eating speed became even slower, Wuyin looked at it with a feeling of uneasiness in his heart: "Why, don't you like it?"

"I'm afraid it will be gone after eating." Yang Jian said while holding the bun tightly.

Wuyin smiled comfortably: "What a silly boy, eat it, don't be polite with uncle."

Yang Jian continued to eat, with mixed feelings in his heart. It should have been a very happy thing, but he couldn't help but want to cry.

But he can't cry, even if he cries, he can't cry here again, and he can't let his father see him cry.

When he was full, he put down the bowl and chopsticks and thanked Wu Yin: "Uncle, thank you."

"Don't be so polite, by the way, my name is Wuyin, this is my child Junbao, what's your name?"

Yang Jian thought for a while: "My name is Yang Qing." If you say his real name, it must not be allowed. His Taoist name is Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun, and it is not a lie to call him Yang Qing.

To his father, he really wanted to tell the truth, but he couldn't.

"Yang Qing, what a name, do you remember where your home is?" Wu Yin made a close call before continuing to ask.

"My home is near the Erlang Temple in Guanjiangkou."

Wu Yin did the math, the distance is quite far: "How did you come here?"

"Lost with my parents." Yang Jian said like a child.

"So that's how it is. It's too late today. I'll take you back tomorrow morning."

"it is good."

There is one more child living here, Wuyin went to make the bed so that Yang Jian can stay comfortably for one night.Seeing his father busy only for him, he felt very uncomfortable.It was all because of him that my father could not rest.

He was just about to ask for help, but Jun Bao took him to read and write together. Needless to say, Yang Jian's literary talent, having lived for thousands of years, these things will not trouble him.But now he is pretending to be a child, and he can't reveal his secrets. When he writes, he deliberately writes very immature.

Jun Bao praised: "Little brother, you are amazing."

Yang Jian rubbed his head: "Not anymore."

The sky was full of stars, and the stars were shining brightly. Wu Yin made up the bed and sent the children to bed.

Both Jun Bao and Yang Jian fell asleep, but none of them fell asleep.Wuyin, who was going to do something on his own, reluctantly lay down with them, protecting one with one hand and telling them a story until they all fell asleep.

He yawned and fell asleep. Telling stories to children is really more wasteful than writing articles.

Everyone took longer breaths, Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes and looked at Wu Yin who was sleeping soundly, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and then closed his eyes again.

Yang Jian Yuanshen got out of his head and immediately went back to Erlang Temple in Guanjiangkou to wake up Xiao Tiangou, and asked him to do a favor tomorrow and take him away as a middle-aged man.

Of course Xiaotiangou obeyed, but it was strange that the owner was making trouble.

The next day, after eating the breakfast made by Wuyin, Yang Jian reluctantly left here.Wu Yin rode a horse to protect Yang Jian and sent him to the Erlang Temple. As soon as he arrived here, a thin middle-aged man ran over.

Yang Jian walked over and called, "Father."

Roaring Dog:  …

The play still has to go on, the master called him dad, he is the master's father, he thanked Wu Yin: "Master, thank you for sending my son back, thank you."

Wuyin nodded: "Please be careful next time, you're welcome."

"Thank you very much." Xiaotiangou took out the Ganoderma lucidum and old mountain ginseng that the master asked him to prepare in advance and handed it to Wuyin as a thank you gift, "Master, please accept it."

Wuyin was a little strange, why did he carry this thing with him.Xiao Tiangou received the message from his master and said: "I bought this yesterday. I have been looking for Qing'er and haven't removed it from my body. Now I give it to the master as a thank you gift."

Wuyin clasped his hands together and thanked: "Since this is the case, I will be disrespectful."

There is no one who doesn't accept a gift from others. If someone can give it out so generously, they definitely don't care about it, just accept it.

After a few more nagging words, Wuyin rushed back.

Yang Jian glanced at Xiao Tiangou, and the two walked into the Erlang Temple together, turning into a ray of light in a deserted place and returning to his courtyard.

"Master, how did I do?" Xiao Tianquan raised his head and looked at Yang Jian begging for praise.

Yang Jian smiled and nodded: "You did a good job."

It is already a very happy thing to be able to live and get along with my father for a day, and he is really satisfied.

But he is not satisfied, if possible, he really wants to have a happy family together.Once this wish was really simple, but now it is an extravagant wish.What ordinary people can easily achieve is an unattainable wish in his heart.

The author has something to say: I cried stupidly when brushing feathers today, and accidentally killed Zhanbao, a monster that couldn’t be killed, and then I... so I can only change the number and brush again, and the snails still go to brush Elsewhere, alas.