Wind back to the farm

In the April day of the world, the gods also hang around.

In a vast park at the foot of Yanhu Mountain in the western suburbs of the capital, the sign of "Liyuan Residential Community" is hung on the gate shaded by green willows. Inside, the trees are dancing, the flowers and trees are lush, and the birds are singing. The scenery is more than ordinary parks. Somewhat beautiful, the red-tiled small buildings scattered among the trees and flowers are like forest huts in fairy tales.

On the flat path, children are laughing and chasing, and in the rest area surrounded by flowers, old people sit leisurely on benches chatting or reading newspapers. The place is as peaceful as a paradise.

Only in front of a small courtyard with particularly gorgeous and lush flowers and trees in the northwest corner of the community, a large group of people chatted and laughed together, bustling like a country market.

A three or four-year-old boy carefully picked the top edge of a beautiful straw basket, but couldn't help shouting: "Wow, Xiaomei's child is so beautiful, grandpa, let's buy it."

The little girl next to her stretched out her small arms to protect the straw basket: "Why? I like little birds first. If Grandpa Lin sells them, the little flowers will also be sold to my family."

An older girl behind the little girl said: "The day Grandpa Lin came back, my grandpa told him that after Xiaomei's baby hatched, if Grandpa Lin didn't have the energy to take care of it, he would give it to our family."

Another child joined the fight: "The day Grandpa Lin came back, my grandma also told him that if Xiaomei's baby is sold, it can only be sold to our family. I also told Grandpa Lin that I want Xiaomei."

As he spoke, he squatted down in front of the straw basket, stroked Xiaomei's head, and asked very gently: "Xiaomei, brother likes you the most. Would you like to take the baby to our house?"

"Ah, why do you touch Xiaomei? I want to touch too, Xiaomei's feathers are so smooth and beautiful!"

"Xiaomei, go to our house. My sister is the one who likes you the most. Our whole family likes you."

……

The children scrambled to confess. In the straw basket, Zhu Yan, whose right wing was covered with a small sparrow-sized miscellaneous bird, had his eyes closed, looking as if he lacked sleep.

"Let it go." Lin Qingmian squeezed into the crowd, and patted a few children who were arguing endlessly with a smile, "Didn't I say that Xiaomei has worked hard to raise the little flower, so we can't disturb it to rest?"

Several children looked at him pitifully at the same time: "Grandpa Lin, it's really hard to raise birds. Can you give the little flowers to my family? Let's help Xiaomei raise them."

The surrounding adults also spoke one after another:

"Old Lin, Little Hua will be able to find food on her own, so she can be separated from Xiaomei, and you can forget about it."

"Professor Lin, one smart bird like Xiaomei is enough, and I will raise the little flowers for you."

"Old Lin, I told you a long time ago, it's fine if you don't take action on Xiaomei's treasure, you can only give it to me."

……

Lin Qingmian turned a deaf ear to the pleas of his old friends. He bent over to pick up the straw basket, and said cheerfully, "Okay, 10 minutes is enough. We, Xiaomei and Xiaohua, are going home."

The children wailed: "Grandpa Lin, didn't you say you can watch Xiaomei for half an hour, why is the time reduced?"

Lin Qingmian lovingly touched Miscellaneous Bird's head: "Our Xiaomei has become a mother, and it is very hard. Haven't you noticed that she has lost a lot of weight recently? This is tiring, so I will let you watch it for 10 minutes a day at most. .”

Adults and children are unwilling: "Xiaomei has always been like this, she is chubby, where is she thin?"

Lin Qingmian ignored everyone's complaints, and went straight into the small courtyard: "Looking fat, it's puffiness. I hug Xiaomei every day, and I know he has lost a lot of weight."

Zhu Yan lowered his head and kept protesting in his heart: "You are the only ones who are chubby, your whole family is chubby, and I have the most beautiful figure."

"You, Lin, are puffy. I have fluffy feathers. Fluffy feathers are beautiful."

Professor Lin didn't know that his baby was complaining about him, so he came to the balcony with a basket in his arms, and took out a small straw bag: "Xiaomei, little flower, let's eat~"

Smelling the wheat with the smell of the wind returning to the farm, Zhu Yan's mood changed from depressed to bright, and then he remembered the talk of the great god Chongming about the quality of life and life span of Professor Lin, he put on a smiley face, and called out: "Zhu Ya~ ~~”

The little flower that got out from under his wings and was about to eat couldn't help shaking twice.

Zhu Yan thought to himself: Damn, I must be the only one in the chaotic world who gets goosebumps from being disgusted by my own screams. If the guy in the old prison knows, he will laugh at me for a billion years.

Before he finished thinking about it, he felt a trace of familiarity. He looked up and saw an oriole tilting its head to look at him on the crabapple tree in the small garden. The gloating thought in Heidou's eyes should not be too obvious.

Who else could it be if it wasn't the brother who watched his jokes in different ways every day?

Zhu Yan's mung bean's eyes trembled, and she immediately lowered her eyes to concentrate on eating the wheat, and even picked up a grain of wheat and fed it to the little flower, like an old hen with a mother's love.

Professor Lin laughed: "Oh, our Xiaomei is really a qualified mother."

Zhu Yansheng had no choice but to eat wheat, so he threw the oriole opposite him into the boiling pot to shed its feathers a hundred times, and then opened its belly and put it in the oil pot a hundred times: "Well, I just want to eat, what's so good about it?" Yes, curse you to be ordered by the boss to incubate five eggs at a time."

"Dili, dilili, dililili..." Haha, being my own mother, feeding myself, God Zhu Yan, your maternal love makes me feel.

Zhu Yan resolutely did not raise his head: I eat, I eat, I eat, I eat that big rascal in the chaotic world.

"Dili, dilililili, dilicha..." Hahaha, eat slowly, if you are choked, that human race will have to squeeze your mouth and pour water into you again, ahahaha, Zhu Disgusted by being watered by the human race, I can laugh for [-] million years just thinking about it.

I eat, I eat, I eat the food brought to me by the Great God Chongming... But, I am so angry.

Professor Lin was puzzled, hugged the straw basket to his knees, and stroked Zhu Yan's back feathers: "Hey, Xiaomei, what's wrong? Why are you suddenly so lethargic?"

Zhu Yan was shocked: Don't be watered, don't be given medicine.

He raised his chest and looked up at Professor Lin, and called out happily: "Zhu Ya~~~..."

Professor Lin was relieved: "Oh, I was wrong. Our Xiaomei is concentrating on eating, not because she is in a bad mood."

"Beep." Haha.

The oriole on the opposite side suddenly jumped to the highest branch and uttered a cry, then spread its wings and flew away.

Zhu Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and started to eat happily: Although he was exiled, he still had the wheat from the farm to eat. The Great Master Chongming did not give up on himself, and he could go back after decades of persistence.

As night fell, the Liyuan community became quiet. At ten o'clock, Professor Lin poured half a bowl of water delivered from the farm for Baby Bird before going to bed.

The old man's steady snoring sound came out, and the big and small mixed-haired birds in the straw basket closed their eyes at the same time, as if they were asleep, but a few faint lights floated out of their bodies, flew out of the window, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

A quiet villa area in the city center.

Ge Liao crossed his legs and held a goblet filled with red wine in his hand. He sat on the sofa casually and elegantly, with a friendly smile on his face, listening to the person opposite him.

The middle-aged man's expression was very sincere: "... all of Jishen's works will get the best recommendation on our platform, no matter how many great masters appear in the same period, Jishen's position will not change."

"Hehe." Ge Liao chuckled, a little helpless, but his smile was still kind and warm, "I can see your sincerity, but other platforms have given Ji Shen the same treatment for the points you mentioned. , and most of the share ratios are more in line with Ji Shen's identity than your company's, so..., sorry!"

The middle-aged man was slightly taken aback: "Can there be a better share ratio than ours?"

Ge Liao smiled.

The middle-aged man was stunned, unbelievable.

Ge Liao's elite posture + a brother-next-door smile, stretched out his finger to the water glass on the coffee table: "If you don't drink it, it will be cold."

The man looked at the teacup and smiled bitterly: "Hehe, alas."

Ge Liao smiled kindly and teasingly like an old friend: "Although the taste is average, the tea was brought to me by our boss from the farm yesterday. Are you sure you don't want to drink it?"

"Ang?" The man opened his eyes wide, "Boss? Boss Feng? This is the tea from Fenghui Farm?"

"Hehe." Ge Liao resumed his casual and elegant elite style, "I am an employee of the farm. The boss trusts Mr. Ji to help here. The daily diet and expenses are the same as other employees of the farm every day. This is the rule of our boss. As long as they are his employees, no matter where they are, they cannot be wronged."

"Oh my God, Boss Feng is so kind and generous." The person across from him took a deep breath, "We are thousands of miles away and still let you maintain the standard of living in Fenghui Farm every day. What a price it will cost!"

Ge Liao casually explained: "This is actually very simple. Our farm has door-to-door delivery business. Even if we don't have many goods, people will grab them every day in the capital. When the employees of the express department deliver the goods, the manager will arrange someone to take my food bring."

The man picked up the cup of tea and looked at Ge Liao with a gaze that looked up to the mountains: "Your farm is really good, and only a fairy like Mr. Ge can become an employee there, right?"

Ge Liao smiled faintly: "I'm just lucky."

After finishing the cup of tea, the man reluctantly got up and left.

Ge Liao kindly sent it to the door of the villa, and said sincerely: "It's a pity this time, and I hope we can have opportunities to cooperate in the future."

When the guest turned the corner and got onto the main road, Ge Liao turned around, his face changed, and he said to the bird with bright feathers on the window sill, "Shaobao bird, you listened to my corner, didn't you get addicted?"

Shaobaoniao frowned: "Who listened to the corner? I listened openly."

Ge Liao glared at him viciously, closed the door and entered the room.

The beautiful bird turned into some white light and floated into the room from the window. A tall, long-legged, handsome young man in a suit and leather shoes sat across from Ge Liao and took a sip from his goblet.

Ge Liao gritted his teeth: "Zhu, Yan."

Zhu Yan glanced at the cup with distaste: "I don't know how you swallowed such an awful thing, but it's so good to pretend?"

Ge Liao raised Erlang's legs and leaned against the back of the sofa, squinting at him: "At least it's better than being an old mixed-hair hen and being watched and plucked every day."

He smiled viciously: "Is your precious son, Xiao Hua, all right today? Is he good? Has he spit up milk? Is the color of his poop normal?"

Zhu Yan gritted his teeth and looked at Ge Liao, the small knife in his eyes swishing toward Ge Liao's face and heart.

Ge Liao won a round, he was in a good mood, and his tone became brisk: "Why are you so dark? Isn't this what you care most about as mothers? Aren't many young mothers in the human race have circles of friends like this?"

Zhu Yan took another sip of red wine: "What the hell, it wasn't the steamed stuffed egg you made, how can I get to this point?"

Ge Liao said lightly and cheerfully, "How far? You said it as if you were miserable. Isn't it four or fifty years? It passed in the blink of an eye."

Zhu Yannu: "It's gone in the blink of an eye, why don't you stay here honestly, but go back to the farm every night no matter how late?"

Ge Liao smugly said: "God Zhuyin needs me, I can come back every day with special approval from the boss. Hey, that's right, when I went back last night, the boss happened to be at the edge of Chongming Lake to send out a few for Water God, Fuxi and Zhuozhuo. Whistle, "Nine Boats Forest Soul" oh, it just started when I went back, I almost listened to the whole one, ah, ha..."

Ge Liao raised his face and took a deep breath intoxicated: "It feels so beautiful, I really want to go back to the time of chaos, the Great God Chongming and the Great God Bai Ze flew side by side in the Lost Realm, and I flew to the place they just passed, in the soul The filth of the body dissipates by itself, and the divine body is as light as the wind of chaos."

Zhu Yan was so jealous that his hands trembled: "You, you actually heard the cry of the Great God Chongming, and it was still for such a long time?"

Ge Liao shook his feet: "More than 9 minutes."

Zhu Yan thumped the sofa: "The God of Water is a friend of the Great God Chirp. Fuxi's soul fragments tasted a hundred herbs and contributed to the creation of medicine for the human race. It is understandable that the Great God Zhongming likes them. Why do you have a bad reputation that spreads all over the chaos? Zhuo Zhuo and Chu Chu, they were unknown in the chaos, so why can they follow Chongming and Bai Ze every day?"

"Shu~~~" Ge Liao whistled triumphantly, "I just heard it, the Great God Chongming didn't drive me away, and even handed the God Zhongshan to me to hold, it's useless if you're jealous."

Zhu Yan stood up in a huff: "I'm going back to the farm too."

"Are you sure?" Ge Liao asked, "Are you sure you want to disobey the meaning of Great God Chongming?"

Zhu Yan twisted his neck and looked at Ge Liao: "I'm sure, what's the matter?"

"Are you sure?" A voice [-] million times better than Tian Lai came to mind in the air.

"No, me, me, I'm bragging with my brother, we are joking every day, God Chongming, please don't punish me!" Zhu Yan was in a hurry, and joined hands in the air to pray.

"Oh, bragging, then you continue."

Li Xia's voice disappeared, but the unique aura of the Great God Chongming remained in the air, very very faint, but enough to make the two of them ecstatic.

Ge Liao took a few deep breaths, happy physically and mentally, and was about to fly away. He waved his hand generously, and two plates of fruit, one plate of apples, and one plate of red fresh dates appeared on the coffee table, which looked like something from Fenghui Farm: "Master Zhuyan, come here, I won't be going back to the farm today, I'm treating you, let's have a drink, tell me what else you want to eat."

Zhu Yan picked up an apple and took a bite, remembering that he only had monotonous grains of wheat every day, he felt annoyed, and said, "This is what you said, then, I want to eat sophora japonica stewed with mushrooms, eggs, big buns, shepherd's purse Box of shepherd's purse, eggs, vermicelli dumplings, shredded sweet potatoes, honey sauce, potatoes, hawthorn, walnuts, candied gourds, and wild vegetables... Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

Ge Liao pulled Zhu Yan's arm towards the door: "Get lost, I won't invite you."

Zhu Yan hugged the sofa and resisted desperately: "I won't leave, you said you were a treat."

Ge Liao came to break Zhu Yan's hand: "I'm so full of shit that I want to invite you to be a disaster. Let go and leave."

Zhu Yan pressed his feet against the wall, and hugged him even tighter: "No, at worst, I don't order food, and I can eat whatever you want, anyway, I won't leave."

"Walk……"

"Don't go..."

"Let me go."

"I won't leave..."

It was late at night, and in the house that Ji Yang rented to his new agent, the two chaos gods were still fighting tenaciously.

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