Volume 1 If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Chapter 597 Doll
Fortunately, in the battle that year, he took back all the things he took out and the little snake and the others before he fell into coma. However, the little snake fell asleep and the Hanshan Bell was also put into the storage bag. Everything was slowing down. Recovering slowly.
For some reason, his appearance did not return to adulthood, but remained the fateful boy. His hair was dyed with grass juice by his father because he was worried that outsiders would not welcome Su Ming's appearance. Black.
Over the past year, Su Ming could not forget this kind of warmth, and it had become the warmth in his life. He loved it here, his sister named Joker, his father who made straw rope dolls, and his gentle mother.
But he has more important things to go. He has to find his master, his senior brother. He wants to make himself stronger. Only in this way can he let this man be beaten when he meets Di Tian again. The great catastrophe in my body has become the catastrophe of the emperor and heaven!
He can't stay here for too long, because he here will probably bring disaster of life and death to this family, because Emperor Tian... may come at any time.
Although this year has been peaceful, Su Ming cannot... stay in this warmth forever.
Eating yams, looking at his sister, and looking at his parents, Su Ming came up with an idea more than once. If one day, he found his master and senior brother, if they were still safe, if all the trivial matters disappeared, then he could No longer looking for the future, as long as this place is still there, as long as he can come back, he will be in this warmth, accompanying this ordinary old man throughout his life, accompanying his sister throughout his life, watching her grow up, watching her get married, watching her It will be great when she has a family full of children and grandchildren...
This was a kind of beauty, and a smile appeared on Su Ming's face.
"Brother Gou Sheng, what are you laughing at?" Joker swallowed a big mouthful of yam and looked at Su Ming. She said crisply, her eyes flickering and she looked beautiful.
The name Gou Sheng was given to Su Ming by this family. At that time, Su Ming was seriously injured. He lay there every day, as if he could die at any time. In the woman's former tribe. If a child is in poor health, he or she is often given a nickname.
The name is not pleasant, but it contains the warmth and affection of family members. This is the meaning of deliberately choosing a lighter name so that the child can be healthy from now on.
Dog left, dog left. Even if a dog doesn't want to eat something, the god of death won't come to take it away.
"I'm thinking about what kind of dowry Brother Gou Sheng will prepare for you when Joker grows up and gets married." Su Ming touched Joker's hair and spoke softly.
"Hmph, you are only a few years older than me. Why do you always have such an old-fashioned tone? I am also thinking about it. When my brother grows up and marries my future sister-in-law, what gift should I prepare for her?" Clown Er wrinkled her nose and imitated Su Ming's tone.
The clown's parents looked at the pair of children in front of them, looked at each other, and saw the smiles in each other's eyes. And the warmth that comes from the heart.
It is the warmth of a family, the feeling that no matter how cold the weather is, it is not cold. It is the dark clouds filling the air outside and the rain falling. When the scorching heat has been dissipated and the world is filled with rain and cold. I can't break into this house either.
I don't know when the rain fell on the ground. It was after noon, the sky was dark, and the rushing rain seemed to have a strange power. If you listen to it for a long time, you can't help but feel sleepy.
The clown was like this. She had a full meal, patted her belly, and smiled at her parents and brother. As she was talking, she gradually dozed off until she fell on Su Ming's body. In his arms, with a sweet smile on his lips, he fell asleep.
Su Ming looked at the sister in his arms softly, picked her up gently, and carried her to the small bed in the room. After covering her with a quilt, he watched the clown sleeping and the clear birthmark on her face. , Su Ming could feel the ridicule and isolation this child experienced while growing up.
But she is very sensible. Even if there is no one to play with her, she will play by herself. Even if she is bullied outside, she will wipe the tears on her face when she comes home and smile, so that her parents will not worry about her.
She is very kind, and she does not hate any partner who mocks her. She likes them and will sacrifice for them. However, she will choose to avoid the hurt every time in the gloom.
"Brother..." Joker murmured softly while she was sleeping. The smile on her face was even cuter. She seemed to be playing with Su Ming in a dream. This was the happiest thing in her heart, besides being with her parents. .
Looking at the clown, Su Ming patted her gently. After the clown gradually fell asleep, he walked out of the room. He looked at the rain outside getting heavier and heavier, and when lightning flashed across the sky from time to time, There was a muffled thunder, and the clown's father was squatting under the eaves. There were many grass blades of different sizes and even different colors beside him, which were being weaved by the rainwater.
The clown's mother was cleaning up her rice bowl. When she saw Su Ming come out, she smiled lovingly.
"Is your sister asleep?"
Su Ming nodded and helped clear up the rice bowl.
"You kid, no need. You should go and take a nap. Look at the sky. I'm afraid it's going to rain all night."
"It's okay, Mom, I'm not tired." Su Ming smiled and shook his head.
The woman looked at Su Ming and sighed inwardly. When her daughter carried the boy back a year ago, she was wondering which parent would be willing to throw away such a beautiful child.
Over the past year, Su Ming's diligence and the clinging look in his eyes when he looked at them made this woman regard him as her own child.
When the rain outside became heavier and almost spread into one large area, the clown seemed to be awakened by the thunder. The woman quickly went over to comfort him, patted the clown, and slowly fell asleep again.
Su Ming walked silently to the middle-aged man, sat down, looked at the rain outside, and felt the coldness of the rain on his face. After a long time, he turned his head and looked at his father who had been with him for this year, with a focused look on his face. As if unaware of his own arrival, the straw rope in his hand seemed to have come to life, becoming the prototype of a doll as he continued to weave it in his hands.
Grass of different colors was put into it from time to time by the middle-aged man, making the doll look lifelike. However, many of the grasses had sharp edges, which would normally be fine, but the middle-aged man's focus and movements would make the doll look more lifelike. He ignored the pain of the grass cutting his palms.
The scarred hands were obviously the marks left by the dolls he had made throughout his life.
Su Ming looked at the clown's father. At this moment, his whole person had an aura that was incomprehensible to Su Ming. He was still a mortal, but the dolls he made seemed to be given life by him.
Su Ming didn't look at him like this overnight, it was a year... Ever since he woke up, ever since he became a member of this family, he had fallen in love with seeing the tricks of the clown's father.
There seemed to be traces of life on each completed doll, which made him immersed in it, and he seemed to have some enlightenment. As time went on, his enlightenment became more and more, but there was still a layer of veil covering it. Makes everything seem like a fog.
"What is fate..." The words that existed on the black wooden block appeared in Su Ming's mind.
"How are you studying?" Under Su Ming's gaze, it was unknown when it got dark. At this time in the past, it should have been dusk, but now under the dark clouds and rain, the night has arrived early.
The middle-aged man finally raised his head. When he saw Su Ming beside him, a smile appeared on his face. He put down the straw rope doll in his hand and asked.
Su Ming hesitated for a moment, then took out the little man he had made in the sweet-scented osmanthus forest from his arms and handed it to Xiaozi's father.
"I... feel like there's always something missing." Su Ming frowned.
"Lack of life." Clown's father took the little man made by Su Ming and smiled kindly.
"Anything, as long as it exists, will have life, especially plants and trees, which have their own life. Dolls made from them also need to have life. I don't quite understand how to express this life. It is a kind of life." It feels like, after all, I have been a doll all my life.
This one of yours has no life. "Joker's father explained to Su Ming.
"How can we make it alive?" Su Ming asked softly.
"Weave it carefully, imagine what you want it to look like, and imagine the prototype... I will only make two dolls in my life, both in the shape of children, the girl is a clown, and the boy is... alas, The clown’s brother.”
Joker has an older brother. Su Ming heard this from her. He is ten years older than her. Eight years ago... he was accepted as a disciple by the Evil Spirit Sect, which is not too far away from here.
Three years passed and there was no news...
Su Ming was silent. After a long time, he picked up the grass beside him and was about to weave it. Suddenly, his eyes flashed undetectably, and he raised his head, with a coldness hidden in his eyes.
The clown's father on the side obviously didn't notice at all. He was sighing and still knitting. But after a while, the rain outside the eaves gradually gave off a colder air. There were two vague figures, from a distance, Walking slowly from the rain curtain.
As the two of them walked forward, the rainwater fell on them and immediately turned into falling ice. The color of the ice was even darker. If seen in the daytime, it would definitely be shocking.
"The Immortal Clan..." Su Ming looked calm as he watched the two people walking in the rain. Their direction was exactly the house where the clown's family lived!
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The connection of the plot and the connection between Nanchen and Donghuang need to be carefully considered. The third update is not an explosion, but the third update is used as a rest and an outline, and it must be something that few people do. Today's third update, let me rest my brain, Arrange the follow-up plot and continue to explode tomorrow! !
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