Suo Jinling

He Xiuzhu carried pots, pans and pans, and stood in the courtyard as a long-awaited husband-wife stone. He beat the momentum of a gong and drum team by himself. After beating vigorously for a long time, he finally called them back.

Standing high on the stone, he felt that the two were walking like the wind, faster than galloping horses. When he got closer, he realized that it was so. His younger brother rode Chen Jing as if he were a horse, and waved his arms from time to time to drive the horse away. Run faster and come straight to this side.

He Xiuzhu felt hot when he saw it, and jumped off the stone to help someone open the door. Chen Jing ran to him and slowed down, put Lan Jingming on the ground, took a few steps back to hide in the shadow, shook his head and stopped moving forward.

Lan Jingming had no time to pay attention to him, walked in the door and went straight to the side, half kneeling on He Zhongyin's side, and called out crisply: "Father!"

He Zhongyin had this big dream for so long that he couldn't tell what night it was. When he first woke up, he felt the world was spinning. He covered his forehead and rubbed it for a long time. When the fog in front of him cleared, he held Lan Jingming's forearm and tried his best to let out a sound. : "My son..."

Has this nightmare that lasted for several years finally woke up?

Lan Jingming lay beside He Zhongyin's pillow, sticking his head out to be touched by others. He Zhongyin couldn't put it down and rubbed and rubbed, rubbed and rubbed again and again until Lan Jingming's blond hair was rubbed into a fried chicken coop. Before, I was afraid that the heart-killing grass would not be effective enough to save the person, but now Lan Jingming is alive and kicking, full of vigor, his withered and yellow face has been swept away, replaced by a handsome and gentle face, a pair of emerald jade like a deer The eyes are round and round, the eyelashes flutter a few times, and the autumn waves are rippling, soaking the entire lake.

He Zhongyin stretched out his hand, pulled Lan Jingming in front of him, couldn't put it down and rubbed it a few times, his brows slightly raised: "Who rubbed my son's face swollen?"

Lan Jingming didn't answer, but instead held He Zhongyin's hair and stroked it left and right: "When will Daddy's hair return to its original shape?"

He Zhongyin's blond hair has turned into silvery white. After recuperating in his dream for a long time, his hair is still dry and brittle, and he can grab a lot of it if he holds it. Fortunately, the golden hair has recovered a few inches, and it seems to be a sign of improvement.

"It doesn't matter," He Zhongyin said, "As long as you keep it for a while, it will be fine in the future."

He Zhongyin's face was originally smooth and clean without a single wrinkle, but now there are a few wrinkles at the end of his eyes, as if he had given the rest of his life to his children.

"Ah Jing has returned to the General's Mansion?" He Zhongyin said, "What are your plans for the future?"

Lan Jingming shook his head: "He didn't go back, his lieutenant came to invite him over and over again, but he refused to go back."

He Zhongyin was dazed for a moment, then leaned back on the pillow.

Even if Ah Jing didn't explain everything, He Zhongyin could still perceive most of it.

What kind of feelings Ah Jing had for Hai'er back then, and what kind of depression Ah Jing fell into after Hai'er stole the mountain and river Hunyuan map from the general's mansion, he saw it all. Suffering... Now things are different, and what the two of them can do in the future, he can't see clearly.

What's more, the heart-killing grass is the most precious treasure in the world. No one has used this thing before. Now that the child is favored by it, will his temperament change greatly...

"Then what are your plans for the future?" He Zhongyin said, "You can't stay in Yongkang City any longer. When I get better, I can take you out of here. How about we make our home all over the world?"

Lan Jingming raised his head when he heard the words, turned half of his body subconsciously, and looked out of the window.

Sensing his gaze, He Xiuzhu raised his arm and waved the wooden shovel, and smiled at him foolishly, his white teeth set off a black face, which could be called black and white.

Chen Jing squatted on the ground, his tall back was bent down, half of his body was buried in the shadows, and he was silent.

"I want to sleep with daddy tonight." Lan Jingming turned back half of his body, with the corners of his lips down, and climbed up and down with his hands and feet, lying next to He Zhongyin, "I don't want to sleep outside."

Before He Zhongyin could react, he was robbed of half of the bedding. He noticed that the child was clingy when the child was asleep, but now it seems that he was right.

"Then you will sleep with Daddy," He Zhong went back to the couch, "Go and get the bedding."

Lan Jingming nodded obediently, but instead of taking the quilt, he came back with a basin of glutinous rice cakes, creaked and ate a lot, his stomach was round and slapped when he patted it.

Just as He Zhongyin woke up, he didn't even want to eat the glutinous rice cakes he had been thinking about so much. He casually drank a bowl of gruel, then lay back on the couch, and fell into a sleepy sleep.

He lost too much blood and was exhausted, He Zhongyin's mind sank and his eyes became black, and he fell into a daze after a while, but he didn't know if he had slept for a long time before, and this time he didn't sleep peacefully. It was still the shadow of swords and swords, dripping with blood, and Lanchi Aguda's face was suddenly near and far away. Sometimes he rushed to him and grinned at him with a wide mouth. Lift it up high, fall down hard, and there is an abyss under your feet...

Suddenly, the blood became more bloody. Many teenagers appeared in front of my eyes. The teenagers formed a circle, laughing and shouting non-stop, punching and kicking the people in the middle, making ho-ho wind noises, and the surrounded people fell to the ground, curled up in a bloody mess The little group, with blond hair soaked in blood, was buried in the mud. He Zhongyin's eyes were shattered, and he waved his arms and let out the wind of his palm. The wind flew away like a sword. Hugging the boy who was coughing up blood, he broke off that face——

child's face.

"Daddy!"

He Zhongyin was dripping with cold sweat, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Lan Jingming and He Xiuzhu surrounded him, one hugged his shoulders, the other comforted his chest, He Zhongyin covered his forehead, cold sweat rolled down like rain, his cheeks were as pale as paper, his lips were black and purple.

After finally calming down, He Zhongyin opened his arms, embraced Lan Jingming in his arms, and tightened them tightly.

He felt that his lungs were surging, his whole body was dripping with cold sweat, rolling inside and out endlessly, the lost and recovered child was beside him, he knew that he should be grateful to God, but the thorn was still stuck in his chest, and he was bleeding profusely, and he could not breathe at all.

"Daddy, drink some water to calm the shock." Lan Jingming brought a cup of tea, and fed He Zhongyin a few sips, "Daddy is out of his mind, please brother do the acupuncture for you."

"It's okay, it's just being haunted by the nightmare." He Zhongyin lay back on the pillow, closed his eyes in a daze, "you'll be fine if you rest more."

He Xiuzhu lit a long incense in the room to soothe the nerves and meditate, and the faint fragrance overflowed and slowly floated in the air.

He Zhongyin was exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep after waking up, but in his sleep, his brows were tightly knit, his fists were loosened, and he seemed to be trapped in a nightmare again, tightly entangled by something, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape.

The white hair was spread on the pillow like snow, against the plain rice paper face, it was really like a thin layer of falling snow, which would melt into water when held up.

Lan Jingming sat on the edge of the slump, gently helped his father brush his forehead hair, wiped off the cold sweat, and changed into dry clothes.

He knew why his father was haunted by the nightmare, and he also knew who his father was in the nightmare.

Because he was also driven by this nightmare, and became a hungry dog ​​who was spurned by others.

If this nightmare is not shattered, Dad will not seek relief and obtain real happiness.

As a child...you should always do something for your dad.

Ranchi Aguda·····

Lan Jingming lowered his eyelashes, the clear eyeballs turned into clear water and gathered in the middle, the monstrous flood was bundled into a line, pressed under the film, revealing a cold killing intent.