Very melancholy,
very sad,
also helpless,
my eyes went dark,
when I opened my eyes again ,
Zheng Fan found himself standing in a busy street,
lowered his head,
saw a man holding a bunch of candied haws with a grin on his face. The one who smiles at himself... the treacherous son!
Mowan learned a little better this time, or maybe the last time they met was because Zheng Fan, who was passing by on the way, had a nightmare caused by Tian Wujing's self-destruction of his family, and this time, it was him A "dream" created by oneself.
In short, this street has a retro atmosphere, not a modern scene.
At least, Zheng Fan didn’t get into trouble all of a sudden.
The little boy reached out, grabbed Zheng Fan's hand, and pulled it forward. He wanted Zheng Fan to play with him and go shopping with him.
His hands were sticky from grabbing the candied haws.
Zheng Fan sighed,
He knew clearly,
What was supposed to be waiting for him,
Who knew it suddenly became this.
It is a bit similar to later generations who excitedly downloaded a 30G seed. After downloading and opening it, what was released was "Calabash baby, Calabash baby, seven flowers on a vine..."
"Son, we can't wait any longer."
Zheng Fan knelt down and looked at the little boy.
The little boy looked at Zheng Fan blankly,
He was very calm,
and very cute,
But Zheng Fan I clearly saw it. It seemed that it was because of Zheng Fan's attitude.
A bloodthirsty luster began to spread in the bright pupils of Magic Pill.
Magic Pill, < /p>
Going on a rampage!
"Hiss!"
Zheng Fan immediately reached out and hugged the little boy,
"Yo yo yo, let's ride a horse, ride a horse, come on! ”
The crisis,
was eliminated at this time.
The boy's smile came again, especially after sitting on Zheng Fan's shoulders, he kept waving his little hands happily.
As the saying goes,
Whatever you get, you have to give something at the same time.
At Zheng Fan's age, he can be regarded as having an old man above him and a young man below him. He has to be supported by a pillar;
Nurture those below, feed back those above, and live a cautious life.
Zheng Fan is different. He is the old man and the young man.
When something happens, the first step is to take action first. If the action fails, then the godfather is the one to take action.
Shatuo Queshi was lying there, it was quiet, but Zheng Fan did not dare to lack the filial piety during the New Year and festivals, and he had to find time to go and have a drink and chat with him from time to time.
As for the son,
Yes,
it is quite stable on weekdays, but when you just leveled up, you wanted to sleep with a woman and throw him away. back of head, oh no, really throwing it out the window like a stone.
No,
My son won’t agree.
My own son, my own son, is not for you to kill your relatives for justice and deliberately avoid suspicion. That is to say one thing and do another, which is extremely hypocritical.
If you can’t do things well in advance, then why do you call him your biological son?
What's more, the number of times people have sacrificed their lives to save you from danger is not limited to young or old.
After thinking about this, Zheng Fan became silent and accepted his fate.
I can’t enjoy this hotbed of beauty tonight. I can only accompany my son to enjoy the joy of parent-child in this dream.
Walking and walking, looking and looking,
masks,
buy one,
juggling,
Take a look,
fried it,
have a taste.
In his last life, Zheng Fan was never married, so he never had any children. In this life, he just got into a car and gave birth to a son.
Hey, don’t tell me, I was a little careless at first, but slowly, I felt like I was integrated into it.
After all, there are countless entanglements in the relationship, including guilt, touching, and reluctance. Although there is no blood relationship to bind them, the connection between the souls is closer.
A street that never seems to end, there are always new tricks and tempting food.
Zheng Fan doesn’t feel tired, and neither does the little guy on his shoulders.
The tenth resentful infant, he enjoyed this moment very much, enjoying the... light in this dream.
I don’t know how long I’ve been shopping or playing.
A dream,
Sometimes it’s like this. It’s so short that it can be like a fleeting moment, but it’s so long. You can not know the years.
Quietly,
The noise in his ears seemed to start to quiet down.
Zheng Fan raised his head again and found that he had reached a small river. Along the riverside, there are colorful fallen flowers, making it look like a spring afternoon.
Sitting down, Zheng Fan couldn't help but lie down. It was bitterly cold in the north, and he really missed spring.
The little boy ran out with a smile, started catching grasshoppers, chasing butterflies, running happily by himself, and started singing some unknown tunes.
Zheng Fan turned sideways, with Maitreya Buddha lying down, and kept his eyes on the little boy.
Suddenly,
Zheng Fan imagined in his mind that if Magic Pill were a real child,
he could go to kindergarten and carry his schoolbag. When you go to school, you can grow day by day...
What comes with these pictures is not warmth, but a kind of suffocation.
There are some things that Zheng Fan has been avoiding, deliberately not thinking in that direction.
Although he kept calling "son" and "son" repeatedly,
Although it is often said that the work is the author's blood, it isbiological son.
But to put it bluntly,
When creating the character of Magic Pill,
Zheng Fan combined all the depressive, dark, and twisted elements with hysterical paintings What Feng wants to present is an atmosphere of loneliness and despair in the darkness. In this way, he seeks his own intoxication and the purchase of comics readers.
No, I really treat him as a son.
While thinking about it, Zheng Fan suddenly became stunned.
Looking back,
He suddenly found that the little boy was standing next to him. Because he was lying on his side, the other boy was looking at him condescendingly.
The father and son looked at each other,
and then they both smiled.
"Are you tired from playing?" Zheng Fan asked.
The little boy shook his head.
"Then let's play some more?"
The little boy shook his head again.
Suddenly,
everything around him began to darken,
Zheng Fan found himself back in the original room again,
The lights flickered, giving a sense of déjà vu similar to that of a boudoir in a ghost movie.
Zheng Fan’s first reaction was that he had had enough fun with the magic pill and let him go back. However, when he looked around but did not find Siniang’s figure, Zheng Fan understood.
< p>I am still in this dream.Zheng Fan started to search in the room, walked into the inner room, and saw the little boy sitting on the bed.
The little boy was wearing a red bellyband and had a red mole on his eyebrows. When he saw Zheng Fan coming in, he took the initiative to open his arms.
Zheng Fan walked over, stretched out his arms to hug him, then put him in the bed and covered him with the quilt.
Hesitated for a moment,
It was a dream anyway,
It was still a dream to walk out the door,
Zheng Fan simply lay down in bed middle.
Father and son were leaning against each other, lying on the bed.
The temperature under the quilt was below zero, and Zheng Fan didn't foolishly ask his son if he had a low-grade fever.
Instead, he continued to pretend to tuck the little boy into bed.
The little boy stared at Zheng Fan and stretched out his hand to tug Zheng Fan's hair.
“Want to hear a story?”
The little boy nodded excitedly.
"Okay, Dad will tell you a story:
Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain. There was an old monk and a young monk in the temple. One day, the old monk Tell the little monk, let me tell you a story. Once upon a time..."
Frost began to form outside the quilt.
Zheng Fan lowered his head and looked at the little boy. The little boy looked as if he was fascinated by the story. But at this moment, it seemed as if there was a terrifying big mouth about to bite him. , swallowing everything.
Zheng Fan shivered,
said:
"There once was a man whose father was a truck driver and had a bad temper.He was angry and loved to drink. His mother left the family when he was very young.
Not dead, but gone. His grandparents have been saying bad things about his mother to him, saying that his mother ran away with someone else to covet their money.
In fact, he knew in his heart that his father was not very good at getting along with him.
Later, when he was not yet an adult, his father also left, this time dead.
To be honest, this person has not suffered much because of this since he was a child, and he does not feel that it is sad that others have mothers and that he does not have a mother. Anyway, he lives a normal life, goes to school and goes to school, and despite the conditions at home, It’s not very good, but it’s still enough for food and clothing.
He liked drawing comics since he was a child. After going to college, he organized his own comics club and then slowly developed it commercially..."
Speaking of this, Zheng Fan added He glanced down at the little boy and found that he was also looking at Zheng Fan calmly.
“Are you bored? "Zheng Fan asked.
The little boy rolled his eyes at Zheng Fan.
Then,
he turned over and turned his back to Zheng Fan .
Zheng Fan reached out and placed it on the little boy’s head, saying:
“If you want to play next time, let me know in advance and I will play with you in your dream. , if you want to play something warm, play something warm, and if you want to play something bloody, play something bloody, okay? "
" Roar! "
A roar came from all directions.
Zheng Fan was still lying on the bed calmly.
The little boy suddenly stood up Standing up,
slowly turned around, his face began to change rapidly with various expressions
Some were shy, some were innocent, some were smiling, some were gloomy, some were fierce. There is cruelty, like a rapidly switching slide, constantly changing.
“Are you asking me to stop? "
Like a lottery program at the annual meeting?
The little boy nodded, his expression continued to change.
"But many of the grand prizes at the annual meeting are There is an inside story. "
The little boy did not respond and continued to change his expression.
"Okay, one, two, three, stop! "
The expression froze,
it stopped at a "cruel" expression.
Zheng Fan sighed and said:
"I'm just saying, it's a behind-the-scenes operation. ”
The little boy’s teeth began to collide, and his tongue began to lick his lips, as if he was preparing to eat.
Zheng Fan smiled “haha”,
:
“You really want to eat my flesh? "
The little boy nodded.
"Then you can eat it. This is in a dream anyway. ”
Zheng Fan looked at it openly and thought it was just a nightmare.
The little boy turned around, walked a few steps towards the end of the bed, stopped, turned sideways again, and faced Zheng Fan
Zheng Fan's eyes widened immediately.
He wanted to struggle but found that his body was suddenly restrained, as if he was being pressed down on the bed by a ghost.
"Don't, don't, don't bite that spot, there will be problems!"
The little boy suddenly squatted down,
"Ahhhhh! ! ! ” Zheng Fan shouted.
But after he finished shouting,
Zheng Fan raised his neck and looked down hard, and found that the little boy was just squatting there. He turned his face and looked at Zheng Fan, his face A mischievous smile appeared on his face, and the previous cruel look had disappeared.
"Hehehehe..."
The boy's clear laughter came.
"Heh...heh...hahahaha..."
Zheng Fan also laughed,
Damn, < /p>
There are tears in laughter.
…………
In the hall, the demon kings have not left, and they still have some specific matters that have not been discussed.
Xue San suddenly changed the topic and said to the blind man:
"Blind man, do you scan to see if they are doing it?"
"Oh ? You asked me to detect that?"
"The Lord doesn't know, and Si Niang may not be able to sense it."
The blind man said sternly.
< p>"But the magic pill can sense my mental power, and then I will be dead."When everyone is vying to be the best,
You go and detect it If you are in charge of the boudoir,
then you really don’t want to pursue progress at all.
In case the Lord is upset, it is very possible that everyone else is recovering, but you have been standing still.
That was simply a form of torture.
Liang Cheng said calmly:
"Why are you anxious? You have to believe in Siniang. The results will be available tomorrow."
Xue San nodded. , and said: "I remember that the first person to be promoted last time was Magic Pill."
Hearing this, Liang Cheng said:
"You have to believe Siniang, this time Siniang obviously has something." Come prepared, you won’t fall behind Mowan.”
“Buzz!”
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a powerful shot belonging to Mowan. The breath suddenly burst out!
In an instant, it quickly dissipated into nothingness.
Xue San immediately jumped up and punched Liang Cheng on the knee,
shouted:
"Please tell me I will never grow again." High! ”