Chapter 143: The story of a man with a baby looking for his wife (23)
The little child has an unusual appearance, which is very rare. It is quite similar to the rumored mountain spirit monster.
While others were looking at the child, the child was unaware that he was being feared. He raised his fair and tender face, stretched out his hands towards Chu Zhao and Su Su, and said something in his mouth.
Regardless of what makes him different from ordinary people, he really looks like a little doll made of jade, transparent and bright.
Especially the way he stretched out his hand to hug her, a small ball that made people overflow with maternal love unconsciously.
Su Su first couldn't help but bend down and take the child into her arms, and asked softly: "Which family are you a child from, and why are you here?"
Chu Xiaoman tilted his head, and his strange smile before had now become very cute and cute. He blinked his eyes, and his watery eyes were like gems, fresh and beautiful.
A servant next to me could not help but discuss in a low voice with some fear, why is this child with white hair and red eyes? Could it be some kind of monster?
Chu Zhao has been in business for so many years and has traveled all over the world. He is well-informed. "I heard that people with Yang deficiency have insufficient innate endowments and imbalance of Qi and blood, which will lead to such albino conditions."
He glanced at the servants around him. Those people quickly shut their mouths and did not dare to comment any more.
Su Su teased the child and asked: "Are you sick?"
Chu Xiaoman lay in his grandmother's arms and shook his head. He was not sick, he just inherited his father's characteristics.
Su Su had never seen a child who was so clingy at first sight. He lay in her arms, and Su Su's heart melted. It was at this time that she noticed the tiger head hat on Chu Xiaoman's head.
Touching the pins on the tiger head hat, Su Su frowned slightly, then looked at the child in her arms with a more probing look in her eyes.
Fang Luoluo was anxious in her heart, but she couldn't show it on her face, "Brother, sister-in-law, the origin of this child is unknown, I'd better let someone send him out. Today is also a disaster relief ceremony. He looks like this. It’s really scary, so I’d better send him away early to avoid criticism.”
Chu Zhao felt that Fang Luoluo's words made sense. He was about to agree when Su Su said first: "For such a young child, we should wait until we find his parents. Throwing him out like this is tantamount to sending him to prison." Dead end, our Chu family has a good family tradition, and we don’t do just one good thing or two, so we don’t need to worry too much about other people’s opinions.”
Although Chu Zhao didn't understand why his wife seemed to like this child very much, he listened to his wife's words, "Madam is right. Our Chu family has a big business. We will just take in one child for the time being. It's no big deal."
Fang Luoluo gritted her teeth secretly, "But this child always comes too suddenly. What if..."
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly saw Chu Xiaoman opening the wooden box in his hand, and her heart was lifted to her throat. What made her even more panicked was that there was an extra stick in Chu Xiaoman's hand, and she didn't know who it was. hair.
Fang Luoluo felt something was wrong and shouted: "Stop!"
The corners of Chu Xiaoman's mouth raised slightly, and he was extremely mean. The moment Fang Luoluo pounced on him, he let go of his hand, and the hair fell into the small wooden box.
"No, I'm still worried about Xiaoman!"
Chu Xiang held Fusheng's hand and led him in the direction of the inn. He wanted to pack his things and go back with Fusheng quickly. As for the so-called truth, it was not worth mentioning until the three of them were safe and happy.
Gradually, they returned to the crowd. Some people who were walking slowly took a few steps back in fright when they saw the boy with white hair and red eyes.
For many people, such alternativeness is just an unknown and scary existence.
Someone was already whispering about "monsters" over there.
Fusheng subconsciously let go of Chu Xiang's hand, lowered his head, and took a step away from Chu Xiang.
But the next moment, Chu Xiang grabbed his hand again and pulled him back to her. She glared at the gossiper over there.
Those few people trembled all over, perhaps thinking that the woman who could walk with such a monster must also be a crazy woman. They didn't want to cause trouble, so they looked away and left quickly.
Fu Sheng stared at the top of Chu Xiang's head, looking a little dazed. He said: "Xiang Xiang will be hated by others if he walks with me." "Those people are not important to me. If they hate them, just hate them and live with me." It’s you and no one else.”
Fu Sheng's body had always been cold, but now it began to feel hot, his Adam's apple rolled, and he felt restless. He bent down, but before he even touched her, her mouth was already covered by her.
"Don't kiss in public."
Fusheng blinked his beautiful eyes and pointed in the direction, "But they are kissing."
In the alley not far away, the man pressed the woman against the wall and kissed her fiercely and domineeringly.
"Zhizhi, do you like me?"
"Zhizhi, you say you don't want it, but your body is very honest."
"Zhizhi, in this life, the next life, the next life... you can only be my woman."
……
Chu Xiang covered Fusheng's eyes, "You saw it wrong, there was no kissing there."
Fusheng: "But I heard a lot of branches."
"That's a rat barking." Chu Xiang said matter-of-factly: "It's a rat, isn't it?"
Fusheng pursed his lips slightly, as if he felt that her words were not so credible.
The disaster relief festival was at its most lively, and everyone gathered around the bonfire. People wearing masks and men wrapped red silk cloth around the wooden sculpture, as if tying it up with ropes.
The women whipped the wooden sculptures with wicker sticks, as if they were flogging them.
They are crazy and eager, as if as long as they exert all their strength, they can really return all the pain and misfortune to the God of Plague as the legend says, and finally drive away the God of Plague, then everything will be fine.
But these people are all wearing masks, and their hidden appearance seems more like they are doing bad things and don't want to be punished.
Fusheng quietly peered through the gap between Chu Xiang's fingers and saw Chu Xiang staring at the movement of the crowd. He asked softly: "Xiangxiang, do you want to watch the fun?"
"I don't want to." Chu Xiang threw the white mask he bought not long ago at an empty stall, took his hand, intertwined his fingers, raised his face and smiled, "It's too noisy here. Yes, let’s go back.”
It was obviously the most ordinary sentence, but Fu Sheng's mind was inexplicably blank. Only the surging flesh and blood hidden under his skin reminded him of the unrest rippling from his soul.
He was led forward step by step by Chu Xiang, and further forward, he slowly moved away from the crowd, away from the bustle, and then returned to the calmness of the night, which belonged to them.
Among the crowd, Chang Yu, who was wearing a red Taoist robe, looked out of place. His fingers were hooked on his mask, and in his hand was a green velvet flower. As people came and went, he slowly raised his eyes. In the bustling place, there were flowers everywhere. The noisy movement is disturbing for no reason.
Then, his eyes stopped in the alley.
Chu Zhizhi was forcibly kissed by Pei Yuzhou. She was ashamed and annoyed. She pushed Pei Yuzhou away and said with a blushing face: "Who is your woman? Pei Yuzhou, you are so shameless!"
Chu Zhizhi covered her face and ran out of the alley quickly.
"Zhizhi!" Pei Yuzhou took a step forward and put a hand on his shoulder. When he looked back, he saw that it was an acquaintance.
The young Taoist priest was inexplicably wearing a Taoist robe of a special color, which made him look a little more sinister than usual.
Facing Pei Yuzhou's probing gaze, Chang Yu gave a friendly and harmless smile, "Hey, can you please die?"