The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

The ink burned and screamed, and the answer suddenly appeared, and stumbled from the stone steps of the house.

It was a child of three or four years old, holding a small windmill in his hand and squatting toward the Chu Gongzi. He wore a plain little shirt, with a jasper collar, a name lock, and a red silk amulet in front of him. It was a small brother who was narrowed down.

"..." This is the reason for knowing that the cavalry is whispering.

He couldn't help but mutter: "Teacher, you and the Master are both Lin'an, and the Master is also surnamed Chu. You said that the Chu family of these two hundred years ago should not be your family. You two should not. What a distant relative? I think this may be very big."

Chu nightning did not say anything, but also stared at the two people.

He never knew his own life, and he didn't remember much when he was young.

Is this Chu Gongzi really a certain ancestor of his own...

Thinking about it, the team was discharged into the ink.

Chu Gongzi raised his cockroach and was originally going to give the ink a piece of paper. However, when he saw a face-to-face person, he couldn’t help but smile gently. “A stranger, first came here?”

His voice is mellow and refined, and it is different from the cold and cold chill of Chu.

"Ah... ah, yes."

Suddenly there was a man who looked so much like a teacher, and he talked with himself so amiably. It was really a feeling of ink burning, and he was at a loss for a moment.

Taishou Gongzi smiled a little: "In the next Chu, dare to ask your name?"

"I, my name is ink, my name is ink."

"Where did the ink son come to Lin'an?"

"Far, far away, in the hustle and bustle." Even if the Chuzi son is gentle, but the ink still feels that he has to be seen by this person.

Chu Yu Wei Wei, and then modest smile: "It is a good far." He paused, his eyes fell a few inches, and saw the night of the late night, the face of the elegant face showed a hint of surprise.

"Who is this……"

"My name is Xia Shi reverse."

The ink burned him to his side, touched his head and smiled and said: "This is my brother."

It looks like me, like you.

Perhaps the war is imminent, the situation is urgent, and Chu Yu has no idea. Or maybe because he is just a character in a illusion, it is difficult to react too strongly to things that do not belong to this illusion. In short, he frowned, and he sang for a while, then handed the two painted papers to them.

"There is a visitor in the distance, not to mention the fact that the people are not happy now. These two papers are also accepted by the two. If there is no other arrangement, it is better to live in the city for two more days."

Ink burning: "I have heard that the son is going to bring the city people to Putuo? What is the paper used for?"

"This paper is a destructive soul." Chu Yu explained, "People can hide the breath of life."

The ink burned immediately: "Oh, I know. If the breath of the living is sealed, the ghost will not be able to detect that the other person is dead or alive. So even if we walk in the face of the devil, they will not understand the mind. I don't know what to do."

Chu Yu smiled and said: "This is the case."

When the ink burned, he was busy, and he couldn't ask more questions. So he thanked the son of Chu, and took the younger brother to the side.

The two sat on the wall and burned their faces. When the younger brother was holding the piece of paper, he asked, "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking, this is really a good way." Chu said quietly and quietly, "but I don't know why they didn't finish."

"I didn't write this book?"

Chu night Ningdao: "The disaster was robbed two hundred years ago. It is recorded in the "Lin'an Collection" as the most detailed. But it is only a few lines."

Ink burned and asked: "How do you say in the book?"

"The Lin'an siege, the scene in the city is not known. When the Yijun army breaks down, see the corpse pillow leaning on the road, ten rooms and nine empty spaces. There are hundreds of people in the Taishou government and beheaded 740 households, all dead."

"..." The ink ignited, "Is there a death cause?"

"There was no record. At that time, Lin'an City was besieged, and there were very few people who survived. Later, several survivors were rescued by the Yumin, but the Yu people often did not care about the world, and they thought differently from the mortal. In the eyes, it doesn't matter how the truth is. Even if it is clear, it will not be confessed to the world without any reason."

Chu night Ning paused and continued: "However, since they have to leave after two days. What happened at that time, it will soon be seen. We are better off walking around, maybe we can explore what Clue."

The two collected the sorcerer and were about to leave.

Suddenly heard a footstep, followed by Chu nightning's sleeves were pulled.

"Little brother."

Chu night Ning turned back, it turned out to be a little son who looks quite like himself. The little son is very young, and his voice is milky: "Little brother, Auntie said that you have no place to live here, if you don't dislike it, I can stay in our house tonight."

"This……"

Chu nightning and ink burning face.

Ink burning asked: "Is it convenient? You are already so busy."

"It doesn't matter." The little guy showed a gentle smile. "The family has lived a lot of people who have no place to stay. Everyone lives together. There are squats, no fear at night, no ghosts."

There are still many inconsistencies in his speech, but his simplicity and enthusiasm are also very painful.

Ink ignited: "Well, then we will come to the house to disturb at night, thank you, little brother."

"Oh, don't thank me, don't thank me."

Watching him jump and run away, the ink burned the hand of La Chu's late Ning, saying: "Hey, I am really saying."

"I know what you are going to say, you shut up."

"Ha ha ha. You know it?" The ink smiled and licked his hair. "When I go back to the mountain, I really have to go to the teacher to ask, you two are like big ones, one is like small." I don’t believe that there is no blood relationship with Chu Taishou."

Chu nightning: "...what is the blood?"

"what?"

Chu night Ning faintly looked at the father and son under the tree, and then said without any waves: "It is all two hundred years ago. It is dead."

Turned away and turned away.

The ink burned in place for a while, only to catch up with him, and walked and whispered: "Hey, you said this little child, how old is it, how is it so heavy? If you die, you die, and you die." The ancestors. Changed to me, I am sure to go back and give them a shackle, to make a nine-foot-high gold body, and to smoke the spices and hang the jewels, and the incense is not broken every year. I also count on the ancestors Me... Hey, don’t go so fast.”

The two walked around the city and found that each household was collecting rice straw and tying the scarecrow.

Under one question, I knew that this was also what the Chu Gongzi told the city people to do. Residents of the city, regardless of their age, need a relative scarecrow, and the grass is wrapped in paper and dripped with their own blood. Make a so-called "fake".

This principle is like the river **** wants to eat the head, some people made the hoe, wrapped in meat stuffing into the river to offer the **** of the river.

To know that some ghosts are rooted in the roots, the mind is not alert. A little bit of a blind eye can turn the group they cheated, such as Chu Yuning, the ghost ceremonies they had contacted before, the muddy brain, extremely flickering.

In this way, Chu Wei made at least two preparations for the city people. The first priority is to destroy the soul, so that they will not be discovered by ghosts during the flight.

The second is straw bales, because once the ghosts discover that the people in the city suddenly disappeared, they will be extremely arrogant, leaving behind a cover to temporarily stabilize them and delay the migration of the city.

The more so, the heavier the doubts in the minds of the ink-burning and Chu-night.

Why are the Chuxi sons already arranged so well, and will they fall short?

With such doubts, they returned to the Taishou House. It was already dark at this time. Many of the remote people who lived were reluctant to go home, and they dragged their homes and rolled them over to cover the enchantment overnight.

The Taishou House was closed at night, leaving only the white guards seen during the day to patrol.

When the ink burned them in the past, there was no room available in the house, and people were crowded everywhere. At least three or four families in a wing were curled up and there was no place to stand.

The last two people had to pick a corridor to rest. The beggars were definitely not there. The ink burned the guards and asked for some straw. They were soft in the underground and took Chu nightning up.

"Grievated you to sleep here today."

Chu night Ningdao: "It's good."

"Is it?" The ink burned. "I think so too."

He fell to the side of Chu Ning, stretched out, and then put his arm behind his head, looking at the top of the corridor.

"Teacher, you look at the artificial dreams of those birds. It's really good. Although this dream has the memory of the surviving people as the cornerstone, it is rare to be able to refine the wood grain on the vault."

Chu night Ningdao: "The feathers are the body of the half fairy, after all, although the mana has not reached the peak, but there are always some mortal abilities."

"Also." The ink burned and blinked, turned over, and looked at Chu Ningning with his head. "I can't sleep."

"..." Chu night Ning gave him a look, "I told you a story."

He was originally a ridiculous joke, and he was so angry that he was so thick that he said, "Oh, okay. The younger brother told a story about the Seven Fairies and Dong Yong."

Chu Xiaoning didn't expect him to take it seriously, and then he turned his face away: "You think it's beautiful. It's not too shameful for such a large number of people."

Ink smirked: "Then you look at it, in fact, people, things that are not available will always be remembered, this has little to do with the age. When I was young, no one said that the story yelled at me, I always thought, I think, if you want someone to be able to marry me, then I will have no such person to appear. I have grown up and I don’t want to. But my heart always remembers."

Chu nightning: "..."

"No one told you stories when you were young?"

"Ok."

"Haha, so you don't really know what Dong Yong and the Seven Fairies tell, right?"

Chu nightning: "............ This kind of blasphemy, there is nothing to say."

"It won't be no, don't say what is wrong. When you grow up like this, you must be like a teacher, become a particularly boring person, no one cares for you."

Chu night Ning anger said: "If you don't take care of it, you will not take care of it and sleep."

Finished lying down and closing your eyes.

The ink burned and laughed straight, rolled around, rolled to the side of Chu nightning, he looked at the little teacher's eyes closed, the eyelashes black and long, very cute, so he stretched his hand and pinched the face of others.

"Is it really sleeping?"

"Fell asleep."

"Haha." The ink burned. "Then you fall asleep, let me tell you a story."

"You will tell a story?"

"Yes, just like you will talk in your sleep."

Chu nightning shut up.

The ink burned lying beside him, the two men were sleeping on the straw, and their heads and heads were very close. Ink burned for a while, seeing the younger brother ignores himself, and gradually does not laugh so exaggerated, but the eyes are still bent, looking at the top of the gallery, the tip of the nose from time to time on the rough taste of the grain, the sound is calm and peaceful.

"The story I told you was compiled by myself. No one told me about the story before. I am envious, but there is no way to lie on the bed every day, telling stories to myself. I am telling you this. It is my favorite, I gave it a name, called 'cow eating grass.'"

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Small theater [sleeping story]

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