Raiders, Boys' Dream Factory!

"You did well."

The man in the dream praised Zhang Fei with an elder-like attitude as always. Mr. Zhang rolled his eyes and responded insincerely: "Thank you."

"I just got a little impulsive at the end," Kong Se shook his head and sighed, "I really don't know how to say hello."

"Eat it all, what else can you do?" Zhang Fei spread his hands, "Will there be any side effects after eating that thing?"

"There are many." Kong Shi gave Zhang Fei a sideways glance, "Speaking of which, what are you planning to do tomorrow?"

"Go to the hot spring with the kid."

"Very good," Kong Shi seemed relieved, with a weird smile on his face, "It's not bad that you can often play with him."

"But in my opinion, the best thing you can do is make him angry."

Zhang Fei was noncommittal, turned his face slightly, and raised his eyebrows empty: "Why, are you shy?"

"If that brat heard what you said, he would definitely be depressed." Zhang Fei snorted, then turned his face back to stare at Kong Se.

Kong Se shrugged. He seemed to have remembered something, and asked Zhang Fei enthusiastically, "Guess where the ghost king lives?"

"what?"

"That place has a good name, Jingsi Corridor—it's really quiet enough." A sneer appeared on the corner of Kong Shi's mouth, "There is everything there, pavilions, pavilions, gardens, flowers and birds, as long as the King of Ghosts wants it, it can appear instantly — except people."

"Ordinary ghosts are not allowed there. Those who are qualified to go there are only for official business. The most profound illusion can completely let the ghost king do whatever he wants, but in the end, it will only turn into darkness—"

Empty color stopped.

His complexion changed rarely, and finally returned to normal. The trace of excitement that appeared just now disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by a leisurely look that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

He looked at the frowning Zhang Fei with a smile, "Guess what the Ghost King can do there?"

"……what?"

"The second word is whatever it is—si, the thought of missing."

"Strictly speaking, it should be thinking about what I have experienced, but anyone with a brain knows that who would be bored to think about killing thousands of ghosts and destroying tens of thousands of souls when they are alone, and how to make them Think about it, that is... the year of experience in the world."

One year seems like a long time.

But if it takes hundreds of years to recall, it is too short.

Zhang Fei's face slowly turned cold, but Kong Shi seemed to be unable to see it: "So I say, you did a good job."

"Ghost kings experience different experiences, and encounters are different. Some people wholeheartedly coax and coax them, while others are strict with etiquette...I can't say which one can cultivate a better ghost king." Kong Shi said lightly, "It's just No matter what, this year, you have to taste all the joys, sorrows, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, sorrows, joys, joys, sorrows, joys, joys, sorrows, and bitterness, so that you will feel that you have really lived a life... At least in the future, you will think more about it when you think about it."

"You..." Who the hell are you?

The question slipped to his lips, but Zhang Fei swallowed it back.

After getting along for so long, even though he still complains that Kong Se is disturbing his dreams, Zhang Fei also knows that he is really doing his best for himself, and the most terrible thing is that he still has a vague sense of familiarity with this person... ...His inexplicable trust in Kong Se may also come from this, so as long as Kong Se doesn't tell, he won't ask.

Seeing that he was silent, Kong Shi walked over with a smile and patted him on the shoulder: "There are only a few months left, so spend more time with the brat——for you, that brat is just a passer-by in your life. But For him, you are almost all of his future life."

Kong Se's words sounded like confessing his last words, Zhang Fei frowned: "Why are you so..."

"In the future, it will be difficult for me to see you," Kong Shi confessed quite happily, "It's a big trouble for you to swallow that thing, I have to deal with him with all my heart-speaking of it, you don't really feel that you swallowed it You didn't go crazy on the spot after getting greedy, but you have a diamond stomach, right?"

Zhang Fei was taken aback, Kong Se seized this opportunity and dispersed his figure.

"I can suppress its aggression on your spirit, but your body will suffer a bit...Long memory, I may not be able to be with you forever."

These are the last words he left.

"……call."

Another night without dreams.

Since that day, the guy who disturbed people's dreams has disappeared. Although Zhang Fei can sleep until dawn every day, he always feels a little awkward in his heart.

Greedy Fruit has always been very quiet, but every now and then she would have a stomachache, to show her presence.Zhang Fei didn't mind, and unceremoniously boasted that he "experienced the pain of the majority of female compatriots himself."

Whatever came to mind, the sharp pain pierced the nerve accurately, and Zhang Fei grinned, curling himself up like a caterpillar.

"Uncomfortable?" Zhong Cuo pushed the door open and saw a caterpillar on the bed.

"Yes—ah." Zhang Fei said lazily.

Zhong mistakenly poured a glass of water and brought it to him, but Zhang Fei was not polite, and directly drank from the kid's hand.

After drinking the water, he even more bluntly motioned Zhong Cuo to bring him a hot water bottle. The corner of Zhong Cuo's mouth twitched, and he did as he did, but he still couldn't help it: "How many months have you been pregnant?"

"It didn't take long, maybe two months." It's a pity that with his diction, he didn't have the time to pierce Zhang Fei's face.

"Whose one?" Zhong Cuo's head started to pop blue veins.

"Of course it's your child's—" the voice was drawn out, "—brother."

"..." He just slapped the hot water bottle on his face and let it go!

Zhong Cuo deeply hated himself for being too self-cultivated, yet he still resisted the urge to photograph someone and honestly collected things for him.Zhang Fei, who was lying on the bed, squinted his eyes and looked at his kid, with the corners of his mouth curled up—his hard work for nearly a year was not in vain, the kid was growing more and more like an adult, and his head was twitching. Being so chubby like before, and being able to arouse little girls' winking eyes while walking on the street is really something that makes Zhang Fei feel very fulfilled.

"By the way, Aunt Hua asked me to ask you, when do you want to celebrate your birthday this year?"

"Birthday?" Zhang Fei frowned, and buried himself in the quilt with a sleepy expression, "What's going on, there's nothing good about it."

"'One year old has to have a birthday, otherwise the King of Yama will not recognize it' - this is what Aunt Hua said." Zhang Fei's abnormal attitude caught Zhong Cuo's attention.

"It doesn't matter if King Yama recognizes it or not, don't you recognize it~" Zhang Fei said lazily.

"You don't want to celebrate your birthday?" Zhong Cuo remembered the subtle expression that Aunt Hua had shown when she confessed to him before.

"Let Aunt Hua choose, she can choose the day she likes," Zhang Fei casually said, "Anyway, I don't know which day to spend."

"……do not know?"

"Ah, I don't know when I was born. I usually write January [-]st on my birthday." Zhang Fei said lightly.

After Zhong Cuo brought Zhang Fei's words to Aunt Hua, the normally carefree elder sighed in a rare way: "He's like this again."

"Aunt Hua, what's wrong with Uncle Zhang?" Zhong Cuo made full use of the child's shape he had transformed.

"He..." Aunt Hua pursed her lips slightly, and said with a wry smile, "Your Uncle Zhang lived with his grandmother when he was a child. He left the village when he was five years old and stayed with his grandmother again. He only got a household registration later. Children I don't remember anything, but the only one who knows about his birthday is probably his grandmother."

"Where are Uncle Zhang's parents?"

The smile on Aunt Hua's face froze, but she quickly eased up. She touched Zhong Cuo's head and said with a smile, "Don't ask about your lord's affairs."

As if trying to break the siege, she quickly started talking to herself again: "Then it will be May [-]nd this year. Nalan and Lao Zhang are just coming back and spending time together."

Old... Zhang?

Who knows who Nalan is by mistake, Aunt Hua's husband has this gentle surname, so the old Zhang who is juxtaposed is naturally...

Zhang Fei's father?

"He's coming back?"

After hearing the news, Zhang Fei's eyebrows were immediately knotted.After being bored for a long time, he muttered: "Unlucky——I just said that birthdays are not a good thing."

Zhong Cuo sat opposite him, frowning slightly, looking preoccupied - he had never been curious about Zhang Fei's past before, and Zhang Fei had always acted nonchalantly, as if it was only natural for him to live like this.But it wasn't until today that Zhong Cuo could smell something strange in Aunt Hua's concealed words.

"You really don't know when your birthday is?"

"……more or less."

Pretty much—just possibly knowing.

Letting Zhong Cuo's piercing eyes stare a little guilty, Zhang Fei raised his hand as a sign of surrender: "Yes, I know."

"Then why didn't you say it?"

"What are you talking about? You can't love that kind of thing." Zhang Fei lazily said, "Anyway, the only meaning of birthday is to receive gifts..."

He glanced at the wrong clock, and suddenly showed a weird smile: "Oh, by the way, you don't have to worry about this—you have already delivered the gift, so it's gone."

Zhong Cuo was taken aback; "What did you say?"

"It's nothing~" Zhang Fei grinned, "By the way, you don't know me, Uncle Nalan, do you? His name is Nalan Wenbin—he named it by him, and it's much more classy than my dad's big-budget."

The clock was wrong, so Zhang Fei looked at the calendar and said to himself: "May [-]nd—oh, I really hope this day never comes."

Naturally, the pace of time will not stop, and May [-]nd will arrive step by step.Early that morning, Zhang Fei slipped out of the house, claiming to be "a day trip to Linshan".He originally wanted to take Zhong Cuo with him, but it was a pity that Zhong Cuo was determined not to go with him.

Finally had a chance to meet Zhang Fei's father...

Zhong Cuo didn’t know much about Zhang Fei’s father, Zhang Baoguo, except that he was an instructor of the Special Forces, and he was capable of beating Zhang Fei on the ground with outstanding skills (Zhang Fei had strongly protested against this), and—their father and son Relationships suck.

Although judging from the fact that Zhang Fei has been wearing the pair of glasses given by Zhang Baoguo, their relationship has not reached the point of irreparability.As for why the relationship between the father and son is so bad, Aunt Hua refuses to say, Zhang Fei doesn't want to say, Zhong Cuo can only guess for himself.

Since he came to Zhang Fei, he had mentioned his father at least a few times, but his mother, neither Aunt Hua nor Zhang Fei, had never mentioned it once.

Could it be that……

Zhong Cuo was frowning and thinking hard, when he suddenly heard a doorbell.

Zhang Fei is used to opening the door by himself, and Aunt Hua prefers to knock on the door. The person who can ring the doorbell... instantly transforms himself into the appearance of a child, Zhong Cuo walks to the door and opens the door.

"Huh? Are you the child Xiaofei adopted?"

Standing outside the door was a rather tall man.He has a strong physique commensurate with his height, and a slightly rough appearance, with sword-like eyebrows and tiger eyes, and even looks a little fierce at first glance—fortunately, the bright smile on his face dilutes his courage, and instead makes the man look a little amiable .

Could he be... Zhang Fei's father?

"Give it up, let it be so big, don't block the door." An impatient voice came from behind "Zhang Baoguo".Through the gap that the man stepped aside, another person squeezed in.

Compared to Zhang Baoguo, who was tall and burly, this man looked much more refined. Although he was also wearing camouflage, he had fair skin, handsome eyebrows, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face. He was so gentle that he didn't look like a soldier at all.

Zhong Cuo suddenly remembered what Aunt Hua said, that his husband was a civilian in the army...

However, if it is Aunt Hua's husband, he looks too young. It is hard to believe that this man is over forty just by looking at his appearance, but Aunt Hua is also good at maintenance. would be a good match.

The man glanced at Zhong Cuo and ignored him. After throwing the bag on the ground, he beckoned to Zhang Baoguo: "Come in and sit down."

I don't think of myself as an outsider at all.

Zhang Baoguo laughed out loud, and sat down as he said.The appearance of the two people is one literary, one military, one black and one white, and the contrast is quite clear.

"Hello, Uncle Zhang." The other party was Zhang Fei's elder. Although he was ignored, Zhong Cuo came forward to say hello, "Hello, Uncle Nalan."

Zhang Baoguo opened his mouth, looking a little surprised.Nalan Wenbin raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised——before the two of them had time to speak, an affectionate call came from downstairs: "Wenbin~~"

Accompanied by the call, Aunt Hua floated over. As soon as she saw the two people in the room, her face was filled with joy. The two stood up at the same time, and Aunt Hua rushed in without hesitation...

...in Zhang Baoguo's arms?

Zhong Cuo's eyes widened, while Nalan Wenbin looked at his expression and chuckled very impolitely.

Footsteps sounded again on the stairs, but it was Zhong Cuo's familiar voice.Zhang Fei opened the door and walked in. He only glanced around the room before frowning.

"You're back?"

He looked at "Nalan Wenbin".

"Yes, I'm back—son." "Nalan Wenbin" said with a smile.