Chapter 20: I want to talk (3)

He stayed outside for a while before coming back. I was very successful in pretending to be pajamas. When he pulled the quilt and lay down, he didn't notice that I was awake. I faintly smelled some faint blood, leaning on him, I got into his arms again when I guessed that he was asleep, stretched out my hand to hug him, sad and sad, and gradually fell asleep. When he woke up the next day, he couldn't see any sickness from head to toe. I almost suspected that it was because of yesterday's great sadness, great joy and great anxiety. The sleeper fell into a dream at night.
But I know that it is not a dream.
While I was with Ye Hua, I missed the dumpling a little. But I heard that there was a Dharma meeting on Lingshan recently, and the Buddha went on the altar to teach people, and the dumpling was taken by Cheng Yuyuan to join in the fun. I am worried that the smell of Xitian Buddha is too strong, and the small dumplings will make him bored. Ye Hua disagreed, and said, "He went to Xitian only to eat the fruit cane from Lingshan. Besides, Chengyu was guarding. The gods under the altar were so dull to sleep that he would not be dull." After thinking about it, I think it is.
Ye Hua's complexion is still not good. Zheyan said that his right arm was completely useless, and I always looked at it with comfort, but he didn't care. Because of his injury, he went up to the Nineth-Rank True Emperor and down to the Ninth-Rank Immortal, and he was heard by everyone of all grades. In the past few days, no one dared to disturb him with trivial things, which made him a rare leisure.
I am worried about Ye Hua's injury and want to live closer to him. Lan Fanghua is far away from Zichen Temple, not as close as Qingyun Temple, and it was Ye Hua's first wife who lived there, so I temporarily rested in Tuanzi's Qingyun Temple. They didn't have this rule in Tiangong, but they understood that I came from a rural place like Qingqiu, and they packed up a bed for me in Qingyun Temple very tolerantly.
In the first few days, I got up from bed early in the morning, braved the darkness before dawn, and walked all the way into the Zichen Temple in Yehua, helped him dress and accompany him to dinner. Because I haven't gotten up at this point for tens of thousands of years, I occasionally yawn a few awake.
One day later, I just bothered to get myself out of my sleep and rushed to Zichen Temple in a daze. After opening my eyes, I saw Ye Hua lying half beside me reading.
My head rested on his immobile right hand. He held a scroll of marching battle formation diagrams in his left hand. Seeing me waking up, he turned the pages of the book and said: "It's still dark, go to sleep again, when I am Call you."
Ashamed, since then, I don't have to touch his temple early every day. It is his temple where he came early, and breakfast should have moved from Zichen Hall to Qingyun Hall.
The few days I spent in Tiangong were no different from Qingqiu. They all took a walk after breakfast and went to the study together after a walk. There were two pots of tea in the study. He did his thing and I did my thing. , And then kill a few games with candlelight at night.
Mr. Yao would come to Xiwugong station from time to time. When I was in front of him, he probably couldn't say anything. Seeing him reminded me of Ye Hua's injuries. I don't want to see him. Except for other things, everything is to my liking. I have lived to this age. Although I don't remember much about my youth, I can still distinguish it. Even when I was with Li Jing back then, I didn't feel as complete as I am now.
Although I am a little older, when I was a young girl, there were few peach blossoms, and a lot of poetry-like feelings were useless. Nowadays, touched by these feelings, I occasionally want to spend time with Huayue. But the location of Xiwu Palace is much higher than the moon. If you want to watch the moon seriously, you can only look under your feet, and you can see it only if you are lucky, let alone expect the moonlight to spread softly on us. Created a hazy and dreamy mood. The matter of playing text and talking about the moon had to be hated. Fortunately, when I was walking with Yehua, I could see some flowers and plants, which was barely a few times before the flowers.
When I was in Qingqiu, I was dragged by Ye Hua for a walk early in the morning. I walked around the bamboo forest near the fox cave. He usually asked me what I wanted for lunch. We talked about it back and forth. When passing by the hut of Migu, stop by and ask Migu to get some fresh ingredients.
Recently in the sky, Ye Hua doesn't have to worry about meals, so he develops his own interests, hobbies to listen to me telling stories from the previous day when walking. I always only pass the time when I read these idle books, and I often finish reading one of them, but in the end I can't even remember the name of Miss Scholar. I only know what the story is.
But now that Ye Hua has this interest, I will read these books more so I can tell him the next day. After a few days, I felt that God had some talent on the way of storytelling.
On July 17, the Fa meeting on Lingshan was over. It's time for the dumplings to return to Tiangong.
On the night of July 17, the breeze was breezy, the sweet-scented osmanthus on the moon bloomed early, and the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus drifted all the way to the nine heavens.
I sat in a pavilion next to Yaochi with Yehua. There were a few lanterns on the pavilion, and a tung oil lamp was placed on a stone table. Holding the pen in his left hand, Ye Hua drew a map of the formation under the lamp.
When I first learned from Kunlun Xu and studied art with Mo Yuan, the course of formation has withstood the test of 20,000 years. It is an honor to surpass Taoism and Buddhism, and it ranks first among many courses that I hate. When I saw the formation diagram, I not only had a headache, but my whole body ached. So after only admiring Ye Hua's while holding a pen, he leaned on a beautiful face and closed his eyes to rest.
As soon as Fang closed his eyes, he heard the clear and clear voice of the dumpling from a distance, and his mother called me affectionately. I got up and saw that it was really dumplings.
He was wearing a little biyingying shirt, and he carried a cloth cover on his left shoulder with his little hands. The cloth cover looked heavy. He carried this cloth cover and walked crookedly, Ye Hua stopped writing and walked to the steps of the pavilion to look at him. I also got off the beauty and walked over to look at him. He shouted again, mother, ten steps away, and I answered.
He lowered his fat body and slowly squatted down, carefully unloaded the cloth cover on his shoulders to the ground, raised his little hand and wiped the sweat from his face, yelling: "Mother, mother, Ali for you I brought the fruit cane from Lingshan, it is the fruit cane cut down by Ali himself!" After thinking about it, he said, "Ali always picks the largest and strongest ones and cuts them down. Holding the sealed mouth, drag the cloth cover very hard to move towards us step by step.
I wanted to go over and help, but Ye Hua stopped him and said, "Let him drag him here alone."
I put my heart all on the dumpling body, and I didn't notice that a figure suddenly flashed out of the back of a cluster of unnamed flowers. This figure also carried a cloth cover in his hand, but it was much smaller than the one dragged by the dumpling. He rushed to us in two or three steps, under the soft halo of the lantern, a pretty little white face was dumbfounded.
The dumpling yelled at the back: "Chengyu Chengyu, that is my mother, look, is my mother very beautiful?"
Well, it turns out that this beautiful little white face is the gentleman Cheng Yuyuan who is very good at plucking the tiger's tail and breaking the ground on Tai Sui's head.
Cheng Yuyuan Junmu stared at me blankly. After looking at me for a long time, he stretched out his hand and squeezed his thigh. He squeezed his teeth in pain. In this gap of stubborn teeth, he suffocated a few words: "Jun Come on, can Xiaoxian touch Niang Niang?"
Ye Hua coughed. I was shocked.
Although this Chengyu has a wide robe and wide sleeves, and a man dressed in a man's attire, his voice is soft and soft, and his chest is also turbulent, with ups and downs, and he can't even tell that he is a man. According to the wise view of the goddess pretending to be a man for many years, she became a Yu Yuanjun, originally a female Yuanjun.
Ye Huashang didn’t say anything. The dumplings ran over choked, stood in front of me, raised their heads and said,
Have you not been cured by the third grandfather of your habit of trying to touch something new and strange? It belongs to my father. Only my father can touch it. What do you touch?"
Ye Hua chuckled, and I coughed.
Chengyu's face turned green and green, and said aggrieved: "I grew up so old, and the first time I saw a goddess. Doesn't it make sense to touch it?"
The dumpling said: "Humph."
Cheng Yu continued to aggrieved: "I just touch it, just a single touch, won't it work?"
Tuanzi continued: "Humph."
Cheng Yu took out a veil from his sleeve, wiped his eyes and said, "I was so young, and I was raised to the heaven for no reason to be a god. I was always tired of the three highnesses, and so many years have been miserable. I don’t have any hope, my life’s wish is to touch a goddess when I see a goddess. Such a small thought can’t be fulfilled. Si Ming is cruel to me."
She looks so sad, really like a concubine. My mind turned so fast, I guessed that the third majesty in her mouth and the third grandfather in Tuanzi’s mouth were Sang Ji’s younger brother and Yehua’s third uncle Lian Songjun. Tuanzi opened his mouth, looked at me, and looked at his father. After struggling for a long time, he finally said, "Well, you can touch it, but you must touch it."
Ye Hua glanced at Cheng Yu, then returned to the stone table to draw his picture, and fluttered before raising the pen: "To molest my wife in front of my face, my son, Cheng Yu, you are getting more breathless recently." Cheng Yu Xizi's raised hand didn't even touch the corners of my clothes, and dropped down honestly.
Tuanzi dragged the heavy cloth cover all the way into the pavilion and untied it in a decent manner. As expected, it was cut into pieces. He picked out a particularly fat section and handed it to me, and then picked a section that was almost fat and gave it to his father. But Ye Hua was holding the pen in his left hand, and his right hand was broken, and he couldn't pick it up.
Tuanzi rubbed over, stood on tiptoe and hugged his father's unconscious right hand, wrinkled his nose and dropped two tears, crying: "Father's hand is not good yet, when can Father hold it again? Hug A Li?"
My nose is sore. Zheyan said that his hands could not be better for 8,000 years. He kept the dumplings and me from him, and he didn't seem to take it seriously. In order to cooperate with him in this scene, I had to accompany him to ignore it. But I actually cared about this in my heart. But it's done, and no matter how sad it is, he lost his right hand for me. From now on, I will be his right hand.