Chapter 106: lucky

Zhou Jiayu originally thought that he would restore his memory, but it was a coincidence. .L.
But I didn't expect that night, he dreamed of a big bird burning with flames. The big bird was suspended in the dark night sky, watching him condescendingly, and the flame on his body was bright and dazzling, making it difficult to remove his sight.
Zhou Jiayu looked up at it. For a time, he couldn’t tell whether he was in a dream or a reality.
The big bird opened his mouth and called out his name: "Zhou Jiayu."
"Hello." Zhou Jiayu cautiously greeted it.
"I am very glad that you are back." The big bird stopped in front of Zhou Jiayu. In his black voice, he showed a gentle look and stared at the face of Zhou Jiayu. "Although it makes you wake up somewhat slow, but I I have fulfilled my promises, and those memories... Have you recovered?"
Zhou Jiayu nodded and said that he had recovered.
However, when the big bird heard his answer, he showed a sad expression. It stopped talking, but in the end it just whispered softly: "Forget it."
"What is your name?" Zhou Jiayu looked at its sly look and felt its sorrow.
The big bird licked the and made a self-introduction, saying that I called the sacrifice eight.
Zhou Jiayu: "...good name."
The Eighth Anniversary was a smile: "It is exactly the same as that."
Zhou Jiayu was a bit stunned and was about to ask something, but he saw the big bird suddenly bowed his head and whispered, "Can you touch my head?"
Zhou Jiayu did not expect that he would suddenly make such a request. It was a bit wrong at the time, but this was not an excessive request, so he did not want to nod and nodded.
The big bird lowered his head and placed his head on the hand of Zhou Jiayu.
Zhou Jiayu reached out and touched his head hard. The feathers of the big bird were very smooth and comfortable to touch. Zhou Jiayu did not hold back, and touched it several times before stopping.
Then he heard the big bird ask: "Who is comfortable with my weasel?"
Zhou Jiayu: "..." This is a strange problem.
However, in the face of the big bird's expectation, Zhou Jiayu immediately decided to sell Xiao Huang: "You are more comfortable, very soft, and slippery..."
"Oh." Sacrifice eight proudly up, "I know, I am definitely more comfortable than it."
Zhou Jiayu looked at its expression and thought that there would be no relationship between the sacrifice of the Eighth and Xiao Huang...
"I am leaving." Sacrifice eight again used the big head to smash on the body of Zhou Jiayu. "You must live well, live to be 80 years old, not ... one hundred years old."
Zhou Jiayu just said a good sound, then saw the big bird covered by the flames flying into the night sky, the body gradually faded away, disappeared into the vision of Zhou Jiayu.
Zhou Jiayu also woke up from the dream. He opened his eyes and found that it was still in the middle of the night. Lin was squatting at him and he could see the side of the forest.
Was it a dream just now? Zhou Jiayu thought a bit stunned. If it was a dream, why would it be really the same... He thought about it and slept in a groggy way.
The next morning, Zhou Jiayu said this dream to Lin Shushui when he had breakfast.
After listening to the water, Lin silenced for three seconds and asked Zhou Jiayu: "What is the bird called?"
"Sacrifice eight..." Zhou Jiayu said that after the name was finished, it seemed that there was something wrong with it.
Lin Zhushui’s eyes are quite deep, and it looks very meaningful to Zhou Jiayu’s expression:
It’s bad for you.

Zhou Jiayu: "..." I am not, I don't have it. Why did the bird call this name? It is not harmonious at all.
Although Zhou Jiayu later explained that the two words are different, it is really not that he is broken. It is the name of the bird. However, Lin Zhushui gently leaned over and kissed his forehead and said, oh, don't say big birds and sacrifices. Let's go back and say it at night.
Zhou Jiayu found that he seemed to jump into the Yellow River and could not wash.
After the sacrifice of the Eighth, Zhou Jiayu's body recovered at a strangely faster rate. It seems that a dead wood has regained its vitality. After three months, it can walk in the following places. Although it is necessary to use crutches, it is good to be able to act on its own.
Second, the memory of the rebirth, not all recovered together, but intermittent, he first remembered the forest water, and then remembered a few people in the room, then small paper, weasel, bits and pieces, They all poured back into his mind. Although there are still some details that are still vague, I still have a general understanding of the situation.
Zhou Jiayu originally thought that he and the bird named Sacrifice Eight were also his former friends, but he never recovered his memory. He also tried to find people around him to ask about the bird. However, the family was exposed to the hustle and bustle. Lin Biao also patted his shoulder and said that Zhou Jiayu, the recovery is good, it all started. I am hooligan to everyone.
Zhou Jiayu: "..." Forget it, he still don't ask, this is a name that will never be forgotten. If you don't know it, then you should really don't remember it.
Zhou Jiayu’s body was getting better every day. One day, he twisted and found Lin Bingshui and said that he wanted to discuss something with him.
Lin Zhushui saw the expression of Zhou Jiayu, reached out and touched his head, and asked in a warm voice: "What happened?"
"Well... sir." Zhou Jiayu picked up his T-shirt and turned to look at Lin Houshui. "Can Mr. give me a tattoo and cover this wound?"
Because of the car accident, Zhou Jiayu had a very exaggerated wound on his spine, which traversed his entire back and was completely out of tune with the surrounding white skin. Zhou Jiayu once saw it once in the mirror and he was scared.
Lin's fingers slid gently over the spine of Zhou Jiayu. He circled Zhou Jiayu directly and dropped a few gentle kisses on it: "Not ugly."
"I don't think it looks good." Zhou Jiayu turned to ask him, "Can the tattoo be covered?"

Yes.
Lin said,
I think about the pattern.

Zhou Jiayu smiled at the corner of his eyes. He had seen the technique of tattooing water, and other people wanted to print it.

Is there a pattern of your favorite?
Lin asked him.
"For the time being, my husband will help me pick it up." Zhou Jiayu’s nest was in the arms of Lin Bianshui, and he was touched by his itch. "It’s going to look good..."
"Good." Lin drowned and kissed Zhou Jiayu.
Within a few days, Lin Zhushui ordered a tattoo pattern for Zhou Jiayu. It was a beautiful blue big fish that jumped out of the water and splashed the water droplets around.
The fish's scattered fishtail just covered the long wound. Zhou Jiayu studied for a while and found that the fish had never seen it before. He asked Lin to make a fish.
Lin said with water: "There is no such fish, designed according to the shape of your wound... Hey, come over and kneel down."
Zhou Jiayu squatted on the bed.
Lin ordered a scent of water and began to work on the back of Zhou Jiayu.
Because the medicated bath has been soaked before, the acupuncture does not feel pain on the back of Zhou Jiayu, but it is very comfortable. In the faint sandalwood atmosphere, Zhou Jiayu fell into a shallow sleep, and when he woke up, Lin Ting's tattoo came to an end.
When everything was over, Zhou Jiayu blinked his eyes and he was lifted from the bed by Lin Bingshui. He heard Lin Linshui: "Look."
Zhou Jiayu twisted and saw that the ugly scars on his spine were covered by beautiful tattoos. The fish was slender and the scales were shining with light blue light. The scattered fishtails were like half of the tulle. But the temperament is sacred and noble.
Zhou Jiayu looked at it and couldn't help but reach out and touched it. Lin was holding his wrist by water: "Don't touch it, it hurts."
Zhou Jiayu nodded.
With the recovery of memory a little bit, Zhou Jiayu also remembered the situation when he died. He remembered the volcano, the Meng family, and the lotus platform.
"Sir, what happened to Meng Yangtian?" This is Zhou Jiayu's most concerned thing. Meng Yangtian is simply not a thing. If he didn't have the strength at the time, he must rush to give him a set of qualities. Even, don't know his mother, it is best to kill directly.
"Dead." Lin Zhushui said very simply, "I brought you back after I brought you back."
Zhou Jiayu also wants to ask Lin Bianmeng Meng Yangtian how to die. At first, Lin did not want to say that he was asked by water. Later he was asked several times and he sighed helplessly: "You are a civil servant, I told you, you are not I will report it to me."
Zhou Jiayu said that I can see the situation.
Lin Bian water used his chin to rub his head and said slowly: "I killed."
Zhou Jiayu stunned, did not expect Lin Zhushui really solved Meng Yangtian personally. After talking to Lin for a long time, he also knows that sa people are quite jealous in this line. However, considering the emotions of the forests and waters, he will kill Meng Yangtian and Zhou Jiayu. accident.
Change him, he probably will do the same, after all, he was almost a killer against Meng Yangtian.
However, for Meng Yangtian, death may have become a kind of relief. He lived to make the grievances of Meng's sorrow rest. At this time, the wish is gone, and there is no longer any concern.
Zhou Jiayu also mentioned the book that the Eighth and Meng family got.
Lin Zhushui did not open the joke of Zhou Jiayu this time, but seriously listened to him.
"I guess that the book is sealed with the power of Jinwu." Lin drove the waterway. "Jinwu has the power to resurrect you. The book can also raise people, but because it is only part of the Jinwu strength, the ability to resurrect." It’s not complete.
After resurrecting people, it’s just a matter of turning those people into a state before death, not like a resurrection, but a curse.
"But why did he want to resurrect me?" Zhou Jiayu wondered.
"Because you can save me." Lin laughed and said, "If there is no you, I will be gone."
Zhou Jiayu had always thought that Lin Shushui said that he helped him to rob him. It was actually a comfort to him. I didn’t expect it to be such a thing, that is to say, in his book, he saw Lin’s future being wrapped in flames. May appear, but was changed by Zhou Jiayu.
"Golden Wu mentioned the heavens before leaving. It said that it should be the law of heaven and earth." Lin Zhushui continued to explain, "the feng shui type is also the way of heaven, and Jin Wu has the power to resurrect, but it is contrary to the original intention of heaven." Sealing a part of its power is to restrict it.
As long as Lin died of water, the next perfect yang body is not known when it will appear, and Jin Wu will lose.
However, the operation of numerology is not only a front line, but Zhou Jiayu is the opportunity to break the game.
In the end, Meng Yangtian, who also wanted to ruin the book, succeeded in forcing the fire of the extreme sun in Lin Bian’s body and burning down the note that sealed Jinwu’s power.
As for how Meng Yangtian knows this method, it is obviously inseparable from the sacrifice.
Fortunately, at this time, everything is over, Zhou Jiayu has returned to his body, and Lin has no need to worry about the body of the sun.
When I talked about it, Zhou Jiayu suddenly remembered a very important thing: "Mr., my body..."
"Burn it." Lin said, "I burned it myself, and then I went to the funeral."
Zhou Jiayu heard Lin Zhushui’s words, and some inexplicable feelings were distressed:
Is it particularly sad at that time?

"Yes." Lin said, "I have to go with you to forget it. Fortunately, Lin Biao is still calm, reminding me of it... This has not made a big mistake."
Zhou Jiayu heard the words in his heart for a while and he was afraid. If he found out that Lin was drunk after he recovered his memory, how painful and desperate he was at that time.
"Let's have time to go and see it." Zhou Jiayu Yulin's chin, "Take the tombstone..."
Lin Zhushui said: "What about your body?"
Zhou Jiayu thought for a while and was happy: "Since I have used it, it is still buried together."
"Also." Lin nodded.
Within a few days, Lin Zhushui took Zhou Jiayu to see the tomb of their burial. After seeing the two gold-plated names above, Zhou Jiayu was panicked and urged Lin to change the tombstone. Drop it.
"Good." Lin nodded and agreed.
"It’s good to be back." Zhou Jiayu sighed. "Fortunately, I am back..."
"Yeah." Lin said, "Fortunately, you are back."
Zhou Jiayu laughed.
Although the body recovers quickly, it is still a lot worse than the healthy body. At least Zhou Jiayu is too thin, and Lin feels very embarrassed when he is holding his arms in his arms. So Lin's feeding work has become very careful, how much to eat every day, how to eat, there are strict standards.
Zhou Jiayu really can't eat so much, the tears of the stuffed, feel like a duck that is being filled: "I really can't eat it."
"Too little, how about eating two more?" Lin said, holding a bowl of water, Wen Wen asked.
"I really can't do it." Zhou Jiayu had to cry out. He turned to look at Lin Biao for help. Lin Biao whispered aside: "Water, it's almost the same, Jiayu has eaten a bowl." ""
Lin was not salty and not faint: "You eat more than him, and the meat on your stomach is thicker than him."
Lin Biao's expression was distorted, but glanced at Zhou Jiayu's weak and windy appearance, he felt that he could not refute... Finally, he said that he had to lose weight.
Zhou Jiayu: "..." Shibo, why are you giving up so easily?
Finally, in the insistence of Lin Zhushui, Zhou Jiayu ate another half bowl and was barely allowed to go to the table. In fact, this is no stranger to the water, because after the Jia Jia fish injury, the amount of food has been very small, eat a bowl of rice every day, so the body recovers very slowly.
Zhou Jiayu, who had eaten it, squatted on the sofa and slowly touched his bulging white belly.
Shen Yiqian joked next to him, saying that Zhou Jiayu is like a fish that has only turned his belly.
Zhou Jiayu glanced at him and said, "What fish are you, mullet?"
Shen Yiquan angered: "Can you not take my skin as a stalk, and have been jokes for three years, can't you change one?"
Zhou Jiayu said: "Well, then when are you in love?"
Shen Yiquan snorted and stunned.
Everyone laughed in the room, and even the weasel began to groan.
Zhou Jiayu lay down on his back, and he was a little sleepy. His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. He closed his eyes and slept heavily. He felt a thin coat on his body.
This week, Zhou Jiayu slept very well. When he woke up, Lin sat by the water and was holding a book and watching it slowly. When he opened his eyes and didn't get up, he lifted his throat and stared at Lin's face. He looked at the sun on the shoulders and hair of the water, and it seemed quiet and warm.
At this moment, both the soul and the of Zhou Jiayu feel an indescribable comfort. It seems to be on a thick feather, and the eyes are closed again.
"Wake up?" Lin Zhushui was aware of the changes in Zhou Jiayu's breath, and asked.
"Well, wake up." Zhou Jiayu's voice was a little hoarse. "The weather is really good today."
"Yeah, just right." Lin went through the water and kissed his lips. "Would you like to go out with me?"
Zhou Jiayu smiled and nodded: "Okay."
So Zhou Jiayu climbed up from the sofa, and after lazy yawning, he went out with Lin Shushui and went around.
The two moved from the front yard to the backyard. I don’t know what to think. Zhou Jiayu suddenly proposed to look at the branches of the ancestral trees, so they went to the place where the array of ancestors was planted.
This place is very suffocating. Under normal circumstances, no one has come. Zhou Jiayu is no longer a very yin body, so there is no need to be afraid of being affected. When he was far from the ancestral tree, Zhou Jiayu’s sensitive vision noticed a pleasant scene – he saw the green leaves on the branches of the ancestral trees.
The green is so conspicuous that it attracts all the attention of Zhou Jiayu on the dry trunk.
"Sprout!!" Zhou Jiayu surprised, he hurried to the edge of the ancestral tree and found that the green that he saw far away was not an illusion. A small bud sprouted from the ancestral tree, though Only the size of the rice, but it does exist.
"Sprout." Lin Zhushui also confirmed Zhou Jiayu's statement, he seems to have a slight surprise, did not expect the probability of 30% is also met by Zhou Jiayu.
Zhou Jiayu’s eyes were stunned, and the daughter-in-law who had read my son’s mouth was finally settled. When he saw the ancestral tree, he remembered the missing Xu’s fire. Since the delivery of the soil, Xu Jinghuo has no news, in a state of life and death unknown.
I don't know if he is still alive. This thought flashed through Zhou Jiayu's mind, but he didn't go into it. He just thought about it in his heart. Perhaps to some extent, death is for Xu Jinghuo. Kind of relief. It is as if looking for his forest water, then I am afraid that living will become a torture.
The Xu Jinghuo, which has no roots, is like a duckweed that drifts with the tide. Wherever it floats, how long it will float, it is unknown.
In the evening, everyone knew the news of the germination of the ancestors. Of course, the biggest reaction to this news was the small paper. After listening to it, it rushed to the shoulders of Zhou Jiayu, and it was a mess in his mind.
Zhou Jiayu was crying and laughing, saying that little paper, you are a little bit, don't give me a baldness.
Next to the weasel screaming, like agreeing to Zhou Jiayu.
But this can't stop the excitement of the little paper. After it finished the Zhou Jiayu, it silently moved his eyes to Lin Bian's body.
Zhou Jiayu: "..." Is this your biggest dream? But Dad can't help you, son.
Lin's hair is indeed beautiful, soft and smooth, and the clean bundle is behind the head. Zhou Jiayu touched it once before, feeling too comfortable, and with a breath of sandalwood, he wished he could not hide his head. It’s awkward inside.
The little paper looked pitifully at Zhou Jiayu.
Zhou Jiayu helplessly wants you to sell me something cute, you want to touch your big dad's hair, shouldn't you sell it to him? Although Lin Zhushui is no longer a very physique, but the small paper is still a little afraid of him, so this time is only the hair of the forest, not dare to do it directly.
When Zhou Jiayu didn't talk, he saw Lin Jiangshui reaching out and holding the small paper, and then the action was naturally placed on the shoulder.
The small paper eyes were straight, but I still insisted on asking: "Big dad, can I touch your hair?"
"Yeah." Lin said.
I got the permission of Lin Zhushui, and the small paper started to work on the sleeves. However, it wasn’t the short hair of Zhou Jiayu. It didn’t dare to swear too much, so I started to cautiously and looked at the expression. It was quite happy.
Everyone else in the room is a reclining face. What I saw in the end, Zhou Jiayu also laughed and laughed, thinking that Lin Zhuo fruit is really a good father.
The small paper satisfies the long-cherished wish. It is quite satisfying. Zhou Jiayu noticed that he had pinched a long hair when he came down from Lin. Zhou Jiayu picked it up and asked what he wanted to do. Xiao Paper quietly said on the side of Zhou Jiayu's ear: "Take the big dad and Dad's hair together, Dad will never leave the small paper."
Zhou Jiayu’s heart was awkward. When I thought about the days when I had an accident, I didn’t know how to pick it up.
But fortunately, he finally came back.
After Zhou Jiayu's body improved a lot, Lin Zhushui suddenly raised things about immigration.
Zhou Jiayu didn't turn his head at the time, and asked silly why Lin Mouhui wanted to immigrate.
Lin looked at him by water: "I want to be with you from a legal level."
Zhou Jiayu stunned and immediately laughed: "Okay."
Lin Zhushui heard Zhou Jiayu so simple, it seems to be a little relieved, he reached out and Zhou Jiayu ten fingers, the expression is serious: "Don't leave me again?"
"Okay." Zhou Jiayu raised his hand and kissed Lin's back of the hand. "I will never leave you again."
Lin grabbed Zhou Jiayu in the water, and he couldn’t wait to get him into his body. He said, "Thank you."
Zhou Jiayu kissed Lin Biao underwater: "I should thank you."
Being able to meet you is the greatest fortune in my life.
End
The author has something to say: Today is over, but there will be a follow-up that will continue until the end of the month. Everyone wants to see what can be ordered.