Chapter 599 Summary Notes

It rained for three days.

Three days of heavy rain washed the earth and fell off the osmanthus, making the earth wet, making every household full of moisture, even the quilt sleeping at night.

This is what this season looks like.

In the three days, except for outdoor hunting, few people go out too far. Only when the occasional rain stops, many children run out barefoot, playing with mud, and make happy laughter.

At this time in the past, clowns always pestered Su Ming. Not far outside the house, they picked up mud and pinched out small animals that couldn't be seen one by one.

At this time, Su Ming would play with the clown with a smile. He looked at this kind and lovely child and thought of his childhood.

But in the past three days, immersed in the clown's family, it is sadness and silence. Su Ming's request has made the family struggle difficult, and they don't know how to choose.

This is also where Su Ming is warm to this family, because if he changes to another family, it will be a question that does not need to choose. After all, how to choose between the picked up child and his daughter? Is it difficult?

The clown's father was silent, and his lover was also silent. Their eyes always moved between Su Ming and the clown. Looking at the birthmark on the clown's face and his thin body, they were distressed.

But when his eyes fell on Su Ming, his pale face, thin body, understanding eyes and the look that regarded them as parents made the couple's hearts sting again.

There are still four days left, and it will be the time to choose...

"Dad, you once said that to make a doll to give it life, what kind of thought do you need? Only then can life be given to the doll. Su Ming looked at the clown's father and asked softly.

This is the fourth day after the departure of the evil spirits. Su Ming took the straw rope and put it in front of the clown's father, bowed his head and made it.

"People need to be moved... Only when there is emotion in their hearts can they make dolls with life." The clown's father looked at Su Ming and said softly, but the complexity in his eyes could not be concealed when Su Ming looked at it.

"The doll that Dad used to make had no life. It was when your brother Xi'er was born, and I listened to his crying. The first one was compiled outside. A doll with life." The clown's father, for the first time, called himself his father in front of Su Ming. These words were very natural, without any pretempt and intention. When he said this, he picked up a straw rope.

First, he made a knot, and then in his hand, the grass rope kept adding a lot of knots until the grass rope looked at it. After more than a dozen knots, he looked at Su Ming.

"Before I married your mother, I was a member of the Guto tribe, and the Guto tribe was a small tribe. There are only a few hundred people, but their history is long...

I haven't had a physique since I was a child. I can only be a mortal, but my father, your grandfather, is Shi Heng of that tribe. The clown's father smiled. There was a recollection in his look.

"You know, Shi Heng has been a barbarian in his dynasties. There is only one work to be done, that is, to record the history of the tribes in different ways of their respective tribes.

The inheritance of the Guto Department is very old, and no one knows exactly when, but it can be seen from the method recorded by Shi Heng in the tribe that this is not false.

Because this method of recording is to record history with different grass and different knots. Outsiders can't see its meaning. Only those who have mastered this method can read it.

"I am Shi Heng of that generation, but... the catastrophe of the tribe, the dispersion and death of the clan make all this non-existent. I met your mother, came here, and lived here... I'm just a mortal. I have no other skills. It's very difficult to survive.

But I can make grass knots, and with these countless grass knots, they can be made into dolls..." The clown's father looked at Su Ming. When he spoke, his hands did not stop and kept weaving. At this moment, with the end of the words, a doll villain appeared in his hand.

The appearance of the villain is quite similar to Su Ming!

"This villain is composed of twenty-nine grass knots. I recorded twenty-nine blessings to you in this grass knot. I gave your brother one when he was born, and so did your sister when she was born. Now, this is for you." The clown's father handed the doll in his hand to Su Ming.

"Sloppy knot..." This is the first time Su Ming has heard of this method of recording history. Whether in the Western League or Nanchen, the tribe he saw has never had such a recorder, let alone the name of Shi Heng.

But he can imagine that this Shi Heng should be a position of a tribe similar to the head of war.

After taking over the doll, the moment Su Ming's hand touched the doll, his eyes suddenly condensed. He clearly felt that there was a vitality in the doll, which was very weak. If it hadn't been for the recovery of his consciousness, it would have been difficult to see.

In that vitality, there was a blessing, and a warmth spread all over Su Ming's body.

Su Ming raised his head and took a deep look at the clown's father. If he hadn't been extremely sure that the other party was by no means a person with cultivation, he was just a very ordinary mortal. If not, Su Ming would have thought that it was from a person with cultivation after seeing the doll.

The vicissitudes of the face, the wrinkled face, carries the grinding of life, the waist that always bends down unnaturally when standing up, as if in the years, the whole body is suppressed by helplessness and fate.

But such a mortal, an ordinary person, the doll made from his hand actually has the power of this kind of life. Although there are many dolls of the clown father that Su Ming saw before, each life contained in it is very weak enough to shock him, but now the one in his hand However, the cultivation that dissipated in Su Ming's body actually... there was a trace of fluctuation~~shushu.com www.shushuw.cn-update the first release~~

"It has something to do with the grass knot, but the most important thing is... Because it can be extremely meaningful, it can be extremely handed with the thought of the grass knot with his hands, which makes this thought, in his ignorance, become a blessing, which contains his prayer, so as long as he has not died, then this blessing will always exist. ." Su Ming seems to have an understanding, just like the same truth when he paints, just like when people write, others look at it.

This is the ultimate cause of something, which has nothing to do with cultivation, nothing to do with anything, but with the heart.

"The reason why you don't have life is that you can't just remember things. Well, I'll teach you... Your brother can't learn it in those years, and your sister is not interested in it. You can like to make your father very gratified." The clown's father smiled kindly, picked up a straw rope, handed it to Su Ming, and then picked up another one.

"It's a very old way to record things. Dad's job is not very comprehensive. He can only record some simple things. Each knot is different. Every time you type one, you have to think about what you want to record.

I remember what my father said to me when he said to me..."

"It doesn't matter whether it's a straw knot or a knot, what it needs is for you to see with your eyes, touch it with your hands, and feel it with your heart. The key point here is touch.

It's very mysterious to touch the feeling of each knot when it is typed. I can't say it clearly and specifically, but when there is no words, our ancestors used this method to record everything in their lives. The clown's father made seven or eight knots as he spoke.

Time goes by like this, and it's only a few days in a blink of an eye. In these days, Su Ming has been immersed in this kind of sketching memory, as his father keeps learning, but the clown's father is obviously not a good educator. Most of the time, he just feels and can't express it clearly in words.

In the first two days of the evil spirit sect, the clown's father was silent most of the time, and sometimes looking at Su Ming's eyes also occupied the majority of complexity.

And the clown's mother, the same is true.

The rain outside stopped for a few days. After noon on this day, it poured over again, and the sound of the rain echoed until late at night.

Su Ming lay in his cabin, looking at the rain outside the window, and the thunder and roar that flashed at that time. He couldn't sleep.

In his book, he held a grass rope with seven or eight knots, which his father gave him before going to bed. During these days of study, Su Ming was still a little vague about the grass knot, not particularly clear.

At this moment, Su Ming touched the knot on the grass rope and thought about his past.

The clown is in the same room with him. For a family that is not very rich, it is difficult to make every child have a separate room.

The well-proportioned breathing sound accompanied Su Ming for more than a year, which made Su Ming unforgettable. He turned his head and looked at the clown. Looking at the sleeping little girl, Su Ming's face smiled.

It's just the tears from the corners of the little girl's eyes in her deep sleep, and the muttering dream words, made Su Ming's smile become doting.

"Brother...dog leftover brother...you don't want to go, the clown can...I'll hit them..."

"Dad, mom... we will always be together..."

In her world, her biological brother and Fuzzy. After all, eight years ago, she was just born. When she grew up, she only knew that she had a brother who had worshipped the clan of immortals.

In addition, everything else is blank. Su Ming's appearance made this blank gradually imprint Su Ming's figure. For her, her brother is Su Ming.

The best expectation of her life is that a family, including the dog's leftover brother, has always been happy together.

Wiping away the tears from the corners of the clown's eyes, Su Ming's eyes showed a touch of firmness. He didn't want to see the family sad. He wanted to make the family happy all the time.

"Clown, the dog leftover brother promises you that I will guard your family... until the end!"

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