[Zhong Xiangu] Guest officer, no

In the depths of Kunlun Mountains, there is a place that is covered by trees and clouds all the year round. Whenever hunters or herbalists pass by, they want to take a closer look, but they can only walk around here every time. Turn around, how can I not reach the front.

Over time, the mountain people living nearby began to spread rumors that there are immortals living behind the clouds.

As for why everyone said with one voice this time that immortals lived in it instead of monsters, it was because the vegetation around this cloud was more lush than other places, and the small animals were more active and dense. People can even see the magnificent scene of colorful light soaring into the sky in the clouds and mists.

This morning, a few hunters made an appointment to go up the mountain to hunt. They happened to pass by the cloudy cliff. They heard a dragon-like roar from the cloud. Immediately afterwards, a red light suddenly lit up in the sky.

The hunters immediately put down their prey in joy, and kept kowtowing in the direction of the red light: "The fairy has appeared! The fairy has appeared! I beg the fairy to let me marry a wife this year!"

"I beg the immortals to make my family's harvest soar this year!"

The hunters are excited, but in fact?But they didn't know that the object of their kneeling was not some fairy, but just a three or four-year-old little boy.

Behind the clouds and mist, the red light slowly faded after it lasted for a while. A little boy with a ball head was holding the broken sword in his hand with a bitter expression, murmuring incessantly. Yuyu: "It's over, it's over, it's over... this time, Dad will definitely kill me!"

As soon as the words fell, a woman's voice suddenly came from behind: "Baby? Why did I hear such a loud noise just now? What good thing have you done?"

As soon as Wanzitou heard his mother's voice, his face immediately relaxed a lot, he turned around, his big eyes were filled with water, and he threw himself into the arms of the woman in pink with his short legs: " Mother... I, I accidentally broke... the sword that half-cast Dad..."

The girl in the pink gauze dress is none other than Qian Jinjin.After a long time, now, she is already the mother of a mischievous child.

When Qian Jinjin heard what he said, a bitter look appeared on his face, very much like her son: "What? Broken a sword again? You... you brat, what did you do? You have broken three of them this month, and if you let your father know, he will definitely beat you!"

Wanzitou hurriedly said: "Mother... don't get beaten up, baby... I just want to see if the sword is ready... who knows that just picked it up and waved it, and it broke... Go and beg me Dad, he listens to you the most, if you comfort him, he won't be angry..."

Qian Jinjin immediately jumped back half a step: "I don't want it! This moonlight is pleading for you brat, your father has already deducted three hundred coins from me, if you let him keep it, I will only pay a penny." It's all gone!"

"Mom!" Wanzitou cried out immediately, "Is the child less important than money in your eyes? Woooooo!"

Qian Jinjin stepped forward and pinched his nose: "Stop pretending to be pitiful! Don't you like money? Do you think I don't know why you stole your father's sword? Don't you just want to take it down the mountain? Sell ​​it? How dare you talk to me like that, eh? If your father doesn’t beat you, I’m going to beat you!"

After saying these words, Jin Jin couldn't help but sighed helplessly. Originally, when she gave birth to this kid more than four years ago, she was full of hope that he would be exactly the same as Ziyin, but how could she know? Well, this guy only inherited Ziyin's stern appearance, but his personality completely followed her!I love money to the core!

As a result, there were two people who loved money as much as their lives in the family, and Ziyin often had a headache for this matter.

Being taught such a lesson by Jin Jin, Wanzi immediately lowered his head sadly: "I like money, but... I just think... Mother's birthday is coming, so I want to save some money to buy gifts for Mother... Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Woo..."

……birthday?Jin Jin was startled, and then remembered that her birthday seemed to be coming soon, but she was busy taking care of this brat these days, and she forgot many things, so naturally she didn't remember that her birthday was coming soon.

So...he frequently broke Ziyin's sword this month, just to exchange some money for gifts for himself?

Jin Jin's heart suddenly softened, and she reached out and touched her son's head: "Stupid... I don't want any gifts, as long as you are obedient, I will be very happy."

But Wanzitou disagreed: "No, no, Dad said, he always goes out to forge swords, and he often has no time to accompany mother. Mother works very hard every day to take care of me... That's why I want to give mother something."

Jin Jin's heart couldn't help getting warmer and warmer. She hugged her limp son into her arms and rubbed his face: "Silly boy, I'll accept this kindness. I'm your mother. I should take care of you." Yes."

Only then did Wanzitou choke and nodded: "Then... mother... about the sword..."

Jin Jin, who was still moved and didn't recover, nodded immediately: "Don't worry, don't worry, I'll tell your father for you, he still dares to teach me a lesson? My mother will help you with big things!"

As soon as the words fell, the ball head in his arms suddenly yelled happily, and then rushed to the nearby woods: "Hahaha, you can tell dad about the mother's sword, I'll go play Already!"

Then it disappeared into the woods.

Jin Jin was left dumbfounded, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, stomping his feet angrily: "You brat, how dare you play tricks on your mother, come back to me, see if I—"

Before he finished speaking, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone, and he turned his head to see that Zi Yin had come to her side at some point, Jin Jin immediately flinched: "You...you heard it all?"

The corner of Zi Yin's mouth seemed to have a faint smile: "...Now you understand my mood these years, don't you?"

Over the years, after Jinjin made a mistake, he always begged Ziyin for mercy with an innocent look in his eyes. He always warned himself not to be fooled, but when he saw those watery eyes, he couldn't help admitting again and again. That's all, if she really puts on an attitude of knowing her mistakes and corrects it, that's fine, but every time she forgives her, Qian Jinjin doesn't even bother to pretend to be wronged, and walks away. Running, can make him angry enough.

But now, she has fallen into the hands of her son, which is really a reincarnation of cause and effect.

When he said this, Jin Jin felt a little wronged: "Then...how could it be the same...I just...I was really touched just now...Smelly son, I won't tell him stories tonight, huh! "

Seeing that his wife was really wronged, Zi Yin didn't dare to laugh at her any more, and quickly hugged Jin Jin into his arms: "Okay, he didn't lie to you, in fact, I already got rid of these broken swords yesterday. I asked him about it, he really wants to save money to buy you a gift, not an excuse made up."

"Really?" Jin Jin raised his head to look at Zi Yin, still a little unbelieving.

Before Zi Yin could answer, a ball head suddenly emerged from the nearby woods, and he was holding a bunch of wild flowers in his hand, and stuffed them into Jin Jin's hands with a smile: "Of course it's true, mother, how are you?" Stupid, being played around by me, hahaha!"

Jin Jin first handed the bouquet of flowers to Ziyin, then rushed over and grabbed his naughty son: "You're playing tricks on me? You are still very young! See how I will deal with you later!"

"Aww! Mother, the child knows it's a mistake, father—father, save me quickly!"

Zi Yin just shook his head: "I saved you, your mother should deal with me."

All of a sudden, the children's howls and Jin Jin's shouts echoed in the cloud and mist forest. At first it sounded a little nerve-wracking, but later, for some reason, it turned into laughter again.

The hunters at the foot of the mountain thought they were immortals chatting, and with excitement, they headed for the deep mountain.