Chapter 133: The story of a man with a baby looking for his wife (13)
When serving his father to drink medicine today, Chu Xiang was a little absent-minded.
Chu Zhao's illness came like a mountain. Even though the expert said that his "illness" was cured, after all, it was just an "illness" and his body was still weak now.
After drinking a bowl of soup made from unknown medicinal materials, Chu Zhao glanced at his daughter who was sitting aside peeling oranges and said angrily: "If you feel bored, just go back to your room and lie down."
Chu Xiang looked listless, with dark circles under her eyes. She looked even weaker than her father. No need to ask, she must have stayed up late reading the storybook again.
If Chu Zhao hadn't known Chu Xiang well, he might have mistakenly thought that she had encountered a mountain spirit wild monster and had been drained of her yang energy.
Chu Xiang came back to her senses, quickly picked up a piece of pastry and put it into his father's mouth, making the old man feel better. She said deliberately: "Dad, I have been dreaming recently, and it seems that I have dreamed about things in the past."
Chu Zhao almost choked on the pastry he had not swallowed. He quickly drank water and asked: "What are you dreaming about?"
"I seem to be dreaming about a man..." Chu Xiang quietly observed his father's expression and said, "It's just that after I woke up from the dream, I couldn't remember it clearly."
Chu Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, "That's just a dream. It can't be taken seriously. You don't need to think too much about it."
"But I'm really curious, what happened to me in those two years?"
"Didn't I tell you? You just went to the nunnery to recuperate your health." Chu Zhao said it truthfully, and continued to add without blushing, "It's just because you are too sick, so you If you forget about the past, just forget about those things, it’s not a big deal.”
Chu Xiang held his chin with one hand, pretending to be confused, "Listening to what you said, I should be seriously ill, but now I feel that my body is very good. Is there any expert who can rejuvenate me and cure me?"
"Experts, there are indeed some." Chu Zhao lowered his vigilance and said casually: "Thanks to the Shinto Temple, the Taoist priest there figured out that you were... Well, it was the Taoist priest there who prayed for divination for you. , after finding a good opportunity, we can invite the old lady doctor who retired from old age to heal your body. ”
Chu Xiang exclaimed "Wow" exaggeratedly, "The Taoist priests in the Shinto Temple are so powerful."
The Shinto temple is famous far and wide. It is said that a plague broke out that year. It was thanks to the help of the people in the Taoist temple that the evil spirits could be driven away and the plague ended.
Recently, rumors of a ghost in red clothes and white hair have emerged, and more people have crowded into the Shinto temple just to ask for an amulet.
Chu Zhao sighed, "People from the Shinto Temple do not take action easily. You are lucky. There happens to be a traveling Taoist priest passing by here. He kindly made a divination for you, otherwise you... Well, you still don't know what your illness is. The time will be better.”
It was getting late, and the autumn wind blew up the fallen leaves in the yard, falling on the head of the child lying on the stone table.
Chu Xiaoman grabbed the fallen leaf on his head with one short hand and stared at it for a while. Then he raised his head and looked at the crow on the branch stupidly. Then he raised his hand and sent the leaf to his father. In front of me, I don’t know what I’m saying when I say “babbling”.
Fusheng peeled the pine cones. There were already piles of pine nuts on a small plate. He glanced at the attractive Chu Xiaoman.
Chu Xiaoman's eyes were filled with anticipation.
Thinking of this child lying quietly on the stone table, picking up pine cones and playing quietly for a long time, Fusheng put down the pine cones, put the fallen leaves between his pale lips, and closed his eyes lightly.
The wind happened to be gentle, blowing the young man's white hair and red clothes, outlining his slim figure. The copper coins hanging around his waist touched lightly, and the sound of "ding-dong-dang-dang" was as pleasant as music.
When all the scenery was exaggerating the atmosphere just right, a harsh sound reverberated in the air like a magic sound, breaking all the beautiful atmosphere. The crow standing on the branch flapped its wings, screamed, rolled its eyes, and happened to fall next to Chu Xiaoman.
Chu Xiaoman excitedly grabbed the crow and turned his back, only to see feathers flying around and broken limbs flying. He wiped his mouth with a red doll, turned around, and showed a "bright" smile.
Because Chu Xiang said that masters don't like to be disturbed, no one comes around the guest room, otherwise it will be unpleasant and not just a crow will die.
Chu Xiaoman liked his father playing the leaf blowing game very much. When they were still in the mountains and forests, his father would occasionally take him to play like this when his mother was not around. Chu Xiaoman was excited when he watched the wild beasts around him fall down. Awesome.
Fusheng took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of Chu Xiaoman's mouth, "Xiangxiang likes to be clean. You can't get yourself dirty."
Chu Xiaoman tilted his head, his big red eyes unblinking.
The surrounding feathers dissipated like mist along with the blood spots, all traces disappeared, and the bloody doll became a white and clean jade doll.
Chu Xiaoman wanted to eat because he was hungry.
I originally thought that I would be able to drink enough from my mother when I opened my eyes during the day, but I don't know what happened before he "sleeped", and his rations were still only a little bit.
Chu Xiang had to feel guilty and asked the kitchen to make sweet soup and deliver it to Chu Xiaoman.
Chu Xiaoman crawled forward twice and got into his father's arms. He still didn't understand why his mother spent less time with him than before, even though he had found her. She grabbed two strands of his father's white hair and He screamed "Ahhhh", thinking that his father would find his mother back.
Fu Sheng also wanted to find Chu Xiang, but Chu Xiang said before leaving, "You and Xiao Man stay here obediently. I will come to you when I find the opportunity."
The young man who was inexperienced in the world had a vague feeling that he had become the pretty boy that the rich lady secretly raised in the drama.
He held Chu Xiaoman in one hand, bent his back, lowered his head, and dug the nails of his other hand unconsciously on the edge of the stone table.
A few strands of long white hair rushed down her shoulders and fell to her chest. Most of her pale face was obscured by the white hair, which could only be seen because of the beautiful rubies shining with aggrieved light spots.
Chu Xiaoman was infected by his father's depression, and he became sickly. He leaned softly in his father's arms, his mouth flattened, and his father's eyes were filled with a pitiful glint.
Night falls, there are no stars, and the autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, adding to the desolation.
The young man is thin and holding the baby in his arms, just like the resentful woman in the story, filled with resentment. His white hair and red clothes are gently moving in the wind, and his figure is erratic, even more like a ghost.
Until a pair of hands tied the young man's messy white hair behind his head, his pale face, which was often hidden from the sun, suddenly became much refreshed, and it also gained vitality and vitality that fit his youthful appearance.
Fusheng turned around, the girl's face was very close at hand, and his eyes suddenly sparkled.
Chu Xiaoman laughed loudly, and the coldness of the autumn night disappeared without a trace,
Chu Xiang leaned against Fusheng's back and lowered her head to rub his cheek. Red gemstones reflected in her black eyes. She arched her eyebrows and said with a smile, "Whose husband is this good-looking? I really want to kidnap him." Go home.”
The boy's lips pursed slightly, but he could not restrain the upward curve. He quietly grabbed the hem of her skirt with one hand, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the tips of his ears turned red, and he said softly: "He is Xiangxiang's husband. .”