Chapter 5 Battle of the Sea of Flowers 4

The window of the wooden house revealed a faint candlelight, which was imprinted on the teenager in the yard. His brown pupils were faint, the corners of his mouth seemed to smile, and the shallow pear vortex was like snow that had hidden peach blossom wine for thousands of years, which was intoxicating.

Doomsday looked at the teenager's pure and mysterious face like the folded iris flower, and kept thinking about the teenager's words in his mind. Is it really okay to see Fuyin?

"Say it. Don't let go of any chance to achieve your wish, at least say it before you die. The voice of the flesh is slightly low but with a little demagogic power, but he has secretly prepared a spell in his sleeve and only stays at dawn to fix the figure of the end of the world.

The old woman in the room had prepared the meal. She saw the three people sitting at the stone table in the yard and thought that maybe they could really solve the knot of the end of the world for so many years. So he opened the door and said, "The dishes are ready. If you don't mind, come in and enjoy it together."

The strong smell of vegetables floated out of the room, and Lian Jian had been hungry for a long time. She gently licked her lips and said, "Meat, I'm so hungry..."

The meat looked at her with a smile. Doom took the lead in standing up and walked towards the house: " girl, I went into the house with my uncle when I was hungry. Today, the pheasant from the mountain is really delicious!"

Fortear looked at the meat and nodded, so the two stood up together and followed the end of the house. I don't know if it's late. Looking at the end of the world at this time, I only feel that his back is a little bent. The vicissitudes of life is not like a person in his early 20s at all. Just now they said that the illusionist can change his face at will, so why does this person keep a 20-year-old face?

The square wooden table is just enough for four people. The forsythia picks up the rice in the bowl and only feels that it is particularly delicious. The speed of fore to eat is very fast, and now the movements of his hands and mouth are even more amazing to see the delicious food. Doomsday looked at Lilangi's large bowl of rice and quickly solved it. He couldn't help saying, "Little girl, eat slowly. There's still a lot in the pot."

Lian Jian drank the last mouthful of soup, patted his stomach and said happily, "I'm full!" She just eats fast, not a bucket of rice, okay?

The meat looked down at his bowl and only took a few bites of rice. He coughed in a low voice and continued to ask, "Can you tell us your wish now?"

His expression became a little gloomy. Doomsday bowed his head and kept eating rice. Thinking of what the meat had said to him before, his heart may have been a little shaken. After a long time, he finally opened his mouth...

*

He remembered that on the day he first met Fuyin, it rained heavily.

He sat in the room to fold the paper lotus for his master. His mother played the lute quietly, with a bearable smile on his face, but he knew in his heart that his mother had been crying.

A cough suddenly came from outside the door, and both of them were shocked. Could it be that the enemy chased them? He threw down the lotus, picked up the machete left by the master and rushed out of the door. The wooden door was suddenly opened by him, and the figure could not be seen clearly. His machete resisted the throat of the person standing against the door. After seeing it clearly, he found that it was a little girl about the same age as him.

The little girl was stunned by his sudden appearance, and then she burst into tears. Her tears slipped through her dirty face and fell on her already wet clothes. She cried and pleaded, "No, don't kill me... I'm just here to hide from the rain... Whoo-hoo... I'll go now, I Let's go right away..."

He held the machete's hand a little loosely. He looked at the embarrassed little girl and kept crying, but he didn't know what to do.

The heavy rain is heavy.

I don't know when the mother walked to the door. When she saw the two people at the door, she said, "Doomsday, you bring this little girl in. It's raining heavily outside. If it goes on like this, you will get sick."

"Yes, mother." At the end of the day, he put away the machete and said to the little girl who was still crying, "Don't cry. Come in with me. My mother and I are good people. We won't hurt you."

After entering the house, the little girl changed into doomsday clothes, because she was a little shorter than doomsday, so the clothes looked a little loose on her body. The mother gently wiped the water stains on her face with a towel and asked, "Child, how old are you this year?"

"six years old." The little girl's voice was very sweet and beautiful. She was a little timid. The little boy who just took a knife at her was still standing beside the woman, but now he is curious in her eyes.

"You are one year younger than the end of the world, child, tell your aunt, what's your name?"

"My name is Fuyin. The touch of the piano, the sound of the piano.

*

Fuyin was sold to Qingshui Town to be the silly son of a couple in the village as a child bride. She escaped because she was afraid, and then fled to the eaves of our house to take shelter from the rain. After hearing about it, the master decided to take her in, so she became her apprentice.

The people at the table quietly listened to the story of the end, and he had never mentioned it to others for 20 years. Now as soon as the words were opened, he seemed to be unable to stop and spit it all out.

"Master and his mother were once famous illusionists, but their enemies united to revenge. On the way, Master was seriously injured to protect us. His mother took me to hide in a remote Qingshui Town and found a small house here to settle down. After my master left, my illusion was taught by my mother. Although I also learned to touch music, I didn't have any talent. In desperation, the master had to give up and let Fuyin like an ordinary daughter's house, learn to be popular, and learn to cook..."

*

"Brother Doomsday, guess what has been prepared for Fuyin today?"

"sweet and sour steak?"

"No."

"Chicken fillet with bean sauce?"

"No."

"Boil- braised eggplant?"

"No."

"...I can't guess! I don't care, you said it yourself."

"I made tofu!" Fuyin took the vegetables from the back and put them on the table. The white and tender tofu cubes appeared in front of the doomsday. He was usually used to the fancy dishes. This time, he suddenly stopped and looked at the plain white tofu and felt wronged.

"I thought I was going to take the teacher's test soon, and you would prepare braised mandarin fish for me!"

"Brother Doom, you don't understand. You should eat light dishes now, so as not to affect your health. You believe in Fuyin, but Fuyin has always been very good to Brother Doomsday.

The little teenager looked at the tofu and blinked. He put a small piece of it into his mouth with chopsticks. The cool feeling melted in his mouth. He was greatly surprised: "It's so delicious!" Hurry up and pick up another big piece!

Fuyin sat down and watched him eat with a smile. She felt that watching Brother Doom eat her own food was the happiest thing in her life.

*

"We... are like this every day. After my mother passed away, I went out to make money every day and embroidered at home. When I came back, there would be lights to greet me... At that time, I was 19 years old. Of course, I knew that my relationship with Fuyin had surpassed my brother and sister, just like... my master and mother in those years... So, I decided to marry her as my wife.

The candle burned quietly, and even the fortrite was fascinated. The meat listened to every word he said quietly, and the grandmother looked very uncomfortable, but from beginning to end, she never looked up at the end.

"We were preparing for marriage, but a group of people suddenly came to the village. They rushed here directly, saying that Master Bai Yu was seriously ill and wanted to see the child of his beloved woman before he died. At that time, I knew that it turned out that Fuyin was Bai Yu Fuyin. She was the illegitimate daughter of Bai Yu's family. Master Bai Yu couldn't recognize her before he died. When he died, he wanted to look at her.

Fuyin has had no father or mother since she was a child. Later, she separated from her mother and was abducted to such a place by traffickers, but she has always missed her father very much. Although I was reluctant to give up, I was also distressed, so I agreed to her. I continued to prepare things for marriage here. After she returned to the imperial capital and visited Master Bai Yu, she came back to be my bride.

The day we left, it rained heavily, just like the first time we saw her 11 years ago. That day, she wore an elegant floral skirt and waved to me in the carriage. She said that she would definitely come back.

"So... Fuyin, she... didn't come back?" Lian Jian asked cautiously.

"I've been waiting, but I haven't been waiting for her for two months. So I went to the imperial capital, but at that time I found that there was no Bai Yu's house in the imperial capital. Later, I came back and met Fuyin's mother, who asked me in Qingshui Town with a letter from Fuyin. After reading the letter, Fuyin told me that there was still hope for her father's illness. She was going to find the magic doctor Linjiangxian and said that her mother entrusted me to take good care of her. Don't neglect it. So, I waited and waited. Twenty years later, I still couldn't wait for her to come.

"Well... I'm sorry, I may say this abrupt, but... Will she be... dead?" Lian Jian licked her lips, and she felt that a girl could easily die in such a chaotic place, right?

"She didn't die. If she dies, I can feel it."

"Yeah? Is it so amazing? Then why don't you feel where she is?

"If you can know where a person is only by induction, only 'God' can do it."

The brown pupil is still unchanged. The story is over, but he asked another question: "Why do you want to grow folded irdles?"

The end is still immersed in memories. When it comes to the folded yuan, the corners of his mouth bring a meaningful smile: "You don't know, the folded yuan flower represents the 'only'. In my heart, the sound is the only one."

The old woman beside her suddenly cried. She cried. Lianqi happened to sit next to her, pat her gently with her hand and said, "Grandma, don't be too sad. The doomsday just said that your daughter is still alive, so you can definitely meet!"

The old woman cried and nodded. Now she can't even say a complete word. The meat was made opposite her, looking at her trembling shoulders, but continued to ask, "Is it her favorite flower?"

"Yes, she likes the fragrance of this flower very much. Many of the flowers in the yard were planted by her before. When my mother tested my illusion, we were in a large field of folding flowers. Now think about it, at that time, it was really happy to have a teacher and a mother and a caress..."

"Sneeze!--" Forsythia sneezed. She pulled out a tissue to wipe her nose, and suddenly felt refreshed: "That's great! Her nose is finally not blocked..." As soon as she finished speaking, she and the meat were stunned: "... meat, I think I'm a little dizzy..." It's over! She won't also plant flower poison!

The old woman raised her face and looked at the forsian who stroked the temple with her hand. Her voice was very hoarse: "Little girl... I'll prepare some cool dishes for you... Maybe it will be better..." She stood up and walked to the stove tremblingly. The doomsday was immersed in memories and couldn't extricate herself.

The meat gently turned his head to see the old woman busy in front of the stove. His brown pupils narrowed slightly, and his thin lips smiled. He whispered, "Foria, eat more."