I live longer than the incomparable

[The more you want something, the more you can't get it. 】

In the bottom of the eight hundred bhikkhuni's heart, this idea has always been growing.

But Guiwu Tsuji's thoughts are different from hers.

In Oni Wu Tsuji's view, whatever he wants, he will be able to get it no matter what.

In the previous thousand years, he has always come here like this. Whether it is a healthy body or a long lifespan, Guiwu Tsuji Wuyou has obtained them all.

And he also believes that one day he will be able to obtain truly perfect eternal life.

No longer afraid of the sun, and no longer need any useless "ghost" as a helper, just like the eight hundred bhikkhuni, it doesn't matter even if you are alone.

Thinking of this, the haze gradually receded from his eyes as he watched Babaichuni.

The eight hundred bhikkhunis in front of him lowered their eyebrows in front of him, and this gesture greatly pleased Kiwu Tsuji.He doesn't like someone to show his strength in front of him, and he doesn't like someone to go against his will.

Correspondingly, as long as he obeys him, Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi will not mind giving the other party some gifts.

After she was in a good mood, her complexion became much better, because she said [a child who will never grow up, having one is enough. ] Oni Wu Tsuji Muyou temporarily refrained from turning Inosuke into a ghost.

——It doesn't matter if this level of gift is given to her.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni is already familiar with his psychological activities, and he knows better what his expressions and eyes mean. He has been like this since before, even after a thousand years.

She didn't care about Onimui Tsuji's compassionate eyes, she closed her eyelids and said, "I'll go up and see Inosuke."

When Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi heard this, she had a tendency to frown again, but at the same time, she suddenly remembered that the eight hundred bhikkhuni said that in her mind he was the father of the child, and the displeasure suddenly subsided a little. .

He withdrew his hand on the eight hundred bhikkuni, and said lightly: "Go."

A gesture of not caring about anything.

The eight hundred bhikkuni did not stop, but raised his feet and went upstairs.

——*——

Inosuke, who was taken upstairs by Liangzi, was already able to guess the conflict between the parents downstairs, and Tong Mo often told him that his father and mother did not love each other, and Inosuke naturally thought of something bad. thing.

As early as several years ago, Inosuke was able to take a bath by himself, so Yoshiko who brought him up just helped him find his clothes, and stood at the door waiting for him after he entered the bathroom.

Although it is just a servant who works in the annex, who wouldn't love a cute child like Inosuke?

When Inosuke's muffled voice came from the bathroom, Yoshiko also sighed inwardly.

She heard the child ask her: "Sister Liangzi thinks, what will Dad tell Mom?"

For Inosuke, Ryoko felt sorry for Inosuke from the bottom of his heart, and naturally he would not tell him the truth, but said: "It should be something I miss, because the wife and the young master have not been at home for several days, so the husband must miss you very much. "

Her voice was as soft as her words.

But upon hearing this, Inosuke lowered his head and stared at the bathroom floor without saying a word.

[It's a lie. 】

He refuted Ryoko in his heart.

【Sister Liangzi said everything is false. 】

As if just remembering, Liangzi’s voice came from outside the bathroom door, and she added: “For several nights in a row, sir has been waiting late with the lights on, he must be waiting for his wife and young master to come home .”

Ryoko thought that such words could comfort Inosuke, but she didn't know that in this little boy's heart, every lie she said would be refuted again and again.

The more she talked, the more Inosuke felt extremely sad, not only for the relationship between father and mother, but also for the fact that both mother and Ryoko's sister concealed the truth in order to take care of themselves.

Inosuke is an overly kind child, it is difficult for him to refuse the kindness of others, let alone let the wishes of his mother and sister Ryoko go to waste.

So he could only act as if he believed it, and smiled at Sister Liangzi again after taking a bath.

"Sir and Madam may have a longer talk tonight, so can Inosuke go to bed first?"

After Ryoko said those words, Inosuke nodded.

The small desk lamp in the room was always on, and Yoshiko took a chair and sat beside Inosuke's bed to accompany him.This is not the first time this kind of thing happened. I thought I would have to wait for a long time like before, but unexpectedly, not long after Inosuke was lying on the bed, Ryoko saw his wife push the door open.

"Is Inosuke already asleep?"

With a smile on her face, she walked to Inosuke's bed, rubbed his forehead with her own, and hugged him into her arms when Inosuke hugged her neck.

Seeing that his wife had arrived, Ryoko quietly exited the room, not forgetting to close the door at the end.

But when she turned around to do other things, she suddenly saw Mr. Yueyan standing not far from the corridor.

"Mr. Yueyan..." Ryoko lowered his head somewhat awkwardly, and when he approached, he was so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe loudly.

Mr. Yueyan often exudes a frightening aura, which is derived from instinctive fear and oppression. As long as you get a little closer, it will be difficult for people to even lift up.

"Ah."

The uncertain hostess responded and stopped in front of her. After a few seconds, he continued, "Is Inosuke asleep?"

"Not yet," probably because Mr. Yueyan's aura was particularly strong today, Ryoko couldn't help being respectful, and replied: "Madam should still tell stories to the young master."

Liangzi lowered her head, not knowing what kind of expression Mr. Yueyan showed at this time, only that the other party was silent for a long time before saying, "I'm going out tonight."

He ordered: "Remember to tell her when the time comes."

Liangzi was slightly startled when he heard this, and suddenly realized something.

In the past, whenever the husband and wife had conflicts, the husband would never take the initiative to come over to give orders, but just casually said something to the servants who saw it, and he would not deliberately add such words as [remember to tell the wife].

——In other words... isn't it a quarrel?

Thinking of this, Ryoko answered yes.The curve left by the hem of her husband's clothes in her line of sight seemed to be a little more peaceful.

——*——

The Yaobai Khuni in the room finished telling the story to Inosuke as usual, and the small table lamp by the bed was filled with gentle orange light, which made Inosuke's pale green eyes extraordinarily bright.

"Mother."

After listening to the story, Inosuke didn't seem to have any intention of falling asleep. He stared intently at Eight Hundred Bikuni, as if after thinking for a long time, he mustered up the courage to ask her: "Mom...do you like Dad?"

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni was silent for a while.

When she was telling Inosuke a story tonight, she had already discovered that the child's attention was not on the story she was telling.

She knew that Inosuke had something on his mind, but she didn't expect him to think about this question.

Yabaichuni lightly smiled and stroked Inosuke's head, her voice melted into a quiet warm orange: "Why do you ask so suddenly?"

Rather than thinking about the answer to this question, what she wanted to do was to ask Inosuke the reason for such a problem.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni has always been very good at changing the subject. This skill was learned from other people a long time ago. After a long time of precipitation, the traces belonging to that person have also integrated into her body.

Inosuke never had any thoughts of fear or shrinking in front of his mother. He could tell her anything and ask her for help.

"Because Uncle Tong Mo said that father doesn't love mother."

Hearing Inosuke say such words, Yabai Khuni's eyes darkened, but considering Tong Mo's character, it's really not surprising that he would say such words.

She didn't judge the right or wrong of this sentence in front of Inosuke, but said to him: "Then Inosuke thinks, does mom like dad?"

Inosuke thought carefully for a while before hesitantly said: "Like it?"

Eight hundred bhikkuni laughed, rubbed Inosuke's head, and said to him: "Dad just looks serious, hasn't Inosuke already felt it? Since Inosuke said last time that the fathers of his classmates would take them out to play, Doesn't Dad often take Inosuke out to play?"

The little Inosuke followed his mother's thinking for a while, and felt that this was indeed the case.

"Even if it is about the same thing, different people will have different opinions. Uncle Tong Mo can't stay with Dad every day, so maybe Inosuke and I will have different opinions on things that he thinks are right. Isn't it normal too?"

Hearing this, Inosuke's eyes lit up immediately, and his round pupils stared at Yabaichuni.

That's why Inosuke was always willing to tell her what was in his heart.

In Inosuke's eyes, his mother can always answer all his doubts and give him the most gentle and warm words and embraces.

In his memory, scenes from his childhood would often appear. Although the memory of that past has long been blurred, and even his mother's face can't be clearly remembered, but he knows——

When Inosuke was very young, she would always hold the baby Inosuke in her arms, gently rubbing her forehead and cheek against Inosuke's cheek, and softly sang a lullaby to lull him to sleep.

Although his mother had stopped singing those songs for a long time now, and he had never heard those songs since he became sensible, but the memory in his heart would never be forgotten.

Because of his mother's relief, he suddenly remembered the past, and Inosuke suddenly wanted to listen to that lullaby again, so he made a request to his mother.

"The lullaby I heard when I was a child..."

He saw his mother smile, overlapping with the figure in his memory.

The author has something to say: In fact, who is this memory, all the big babies know it

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Qian Shanqiu 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Shen Nie, Luoyan Chenye, and Ye Yushengfan;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Luoyan Chenye;

Love you, muamua!