Lantern: Reflection of the Peach Blossoms

Chuhe's body finally recovered gradually. When the weather was warm, he was finally allowed to walk with Zhou Hui in the garden of the community.

This approval process is not easy, because Zhou Hui initially opposed it-he was the kind of person who even said no to the surface very lightly, and his inner will was extremely difficult to change. Chu He told him many times, tried from tough attitude to begging politely, and finally even turned his face a little, before he reluctantly removed the ban on the door.

But every time he went downstairs, he was with Chu River. The two held hands and walked in the garden downstairs, sometimes sitting by the fountain, watching the red koi swimming in the water.

This community is worthy of its high price at the moment of shock. The garden covers a wide area and is beautiful and secluded. There are lush and clear water hidden among the trees. The grass is surrounded by large clusters of seasonal flowers. The pool under the palm trees is surrounded by a circle of white Tables and chairs, Zhou Hui sometimes brought fresh juices and snacks from home, and Chu He casually spent an afternoon slaps his face.

In the evening, an adult occasionally took a child out for a walk. The child came to milk and milky food for snacks. Chuhe smiled, picked up a cake or candy, and put it on the open palms of these children.

He is indeed a child who likes children very much, and he seems to have a natural affinity for the warm and soft creatures.

However, Zhou Hui only sits by the side. Sometimes he reads books, sometimes he takes a platform computer to study something casually, but ignores the people around him. Occasionally the puppy and kitten ran to his feet, he only gently swept away with his toes without even looking away.

He doesn't like those.

He didn't like the young, soft, wailing creatures.

When did it start? Sometimes Chu He looks at him and thinks so.

In Chu He's memory, Zhou Hui liked Maha. At least when Maha was very small and very noisy, Zhou Hui often hugged him to sleep with his children all night and all night, and sometimes put the Maha, who became a bird cub, on his shoulder or head, and climbed to the top of the mountain Go up and sing the sleeping ballad against the stars.

The warmth of that moment gave people an illusion of eternity, but in fact it was only a short period of time, and it quickly broke into thousands of pieces in the long river of time.

After Maha was seven or eight years old, he often began to dream of his mother's death.

The scenes in his dream are so clear and real that he always wakes up crying late at night. The panicked child came to his parents for comfort at the beginning, but as this nightmare became more frequent, Zhou Hui’s emotions became more and more restless in vague guesses, and his attitude became erratic, even one night. The long-accumulated dysphoria finally broke out. When Maha was crying and came to shoot the door, he stiffly rejected him, letting the child cry out loud.

Perhaps it was from that moment on that he looked at Maha’s eyes with a hint of hatred and fear that he couldn’t even detect.

He did not hide very well. In other words, the child’s sensitive and immature heart has actually felt his father’s aversion to himself.

Maha became more and more silent, surly, moody, and his frequent nightmares sometimes even confused his distinction between reality and dreams. One day when Phoenix went to dress him, he suddenly looked at his mother and asked, "Aren't you already dead?"-His eyes were puzzled and his tone was calm. It seemed that a long dream had tortured him, so that he had been from the heart Accepted the "fact" of the mother's death.

Phoenix spent a lot of time with him, and even did not leave him half a step all day long, but the chaotic situation was always good and bad, and repeated. When it was good, Maha was only disgusted by his father and was extremely dependent on his mother; but when it was bad, Maha even refused to see his mother because he could not tell whether the mother was a living person or a ghost.

Zhou Hui's efforts and patience have reached their limits in such a sinister and chaotic situation.

The second son Galo House came at such an inappropriate time.

In fact, now I want to come, Zhou Hui was not as mature, smooth and experienced as he is now. In other words, he should be more able to deal with this crumbling family relationship, but he did endure the limits of his ability.

After Jia Luolou was born, Zhou Hui's feelings for this seemingly own child were more complicated emotions than love. On the one hand, he still has a natural sense of responsibility for his children. On the other hand, he fears that the Galo House will become another Maha, and one day in the future, he will once again be foreshadowed by him.

Driven by such complicated feelings, he was very restrained in the fatherly love shown by Galois. Although he fulfilled his responsibilities as a father, it was really just responsibilities.

Sometimes he would even be afraid that Maha was approaching Galois Tower. When he saw these two children together, he would feel that fate was hiding behind them like a devil, laughing wildly at him unscrupulously, and stepping towards the final outcome step by step. I don't have enough life.

The children are not fools. They may not understand the complicated feelings of their father, but instinctively feel who is the most reliable. The more stereotyped the father is, the more the mother will be inspired and compensated by guilt, and the closer the children will be to the phoenix; in the end this forms a vicious circle that cannot be stopped like a vortex, and even Maha grew up to three After the thirteenth Chongtian retreat, the relationship between Zhou Hui and the second son Galo House did not fully return.

Perhaps it was from that time on that Zhou Hui became less fond of children, and later developed to be fond of all young, soft creatures seeking refuge from him.

Chu He once tried to change this strange family relationship, but Zhou Hui couldn't help it. He also tried to go to the 33rd heaven to visit the Maha in front of the Buddha, and tried to get close to the Galo House, but the result was not too satisfactory. The strange and stiff atmosphere when the father and son got along made each other very embarrassed. .

Phoenix once asked Zhou Hui, if there is no illusory "harmony" of Maha, will everything happen today?

Zhou Hui thought for a long time and shook his head.

"Maybe I don't have the talent to be a father from my bones... Blood sea monsters are low-level creatures that only know to kill and devour, and rarely estrus or produce offspring; even if there are offspring, there will be no nurturing instincts, because Children are born to be competitors and predators of survival resources, and even some monsters will produce cubs when resources are scarce, just used as food reserves..."

"So sometimes when I see Maha, there is a sense of urgency and crisis in my instincts-I know that not only can I not move him, but I have to support him, but one day he will become my competitor, even soon In the future, it will completely replace me..."

Speaking of this, Zhou Hui rarely smiled bitterly, and his voice was full of heavy:

"——'Replaced' is a terrible thing, maybe I just projected this kind of fear on the overpowering offspring."

·

The biggest advantage of Phoenix is ​​that he rarely persuades others to accept his views or force others to convert to the so-called "right" direction. What Zhou Hui really cannot do, even if he thinks it is necessary anymore, he will not ask Zhou Hui to do it again and again.

He respects Zhou Hui's racial instinct as a monster, and understands his complex feelings for future generations.

The thousand-year-long retreat on Mount Xumi finally freed Maha from the torment of the confusion between dream and reality. During this period, the Garo House gradually grew up. After Maha came back to the human world from 33 days, The family lives in Tibetan areas and forms a strangely balanced relationship on the vast snowy mountain plateau.

It is like the top of a snow-capped glacier. Although everyone knows that a single yell can make 10,000 tons of snow instantly collapse, but at least before the scream broke out, everything temporarily maintained a fragile balance.

Without that specific opportunity, an avalanche will not happen.

And all destiny, soon began to run.

Snow mountain golden dome, peacock swallowing Buddha.

——The 30,000-year-old Buddhist robbery attached to Phoenix finally finally responded again.

The Buddha came out of the peacock's spine and lowered the strongest condemnation ever. Hundreds of millions of giant thunders turned glaciers into flat ground and cut off the Yarlung Zangbo River. The turbulent floods flooded the vast Wanli Plain.

The peacock struggled painfully in the sky, and the wailing shook the earth for nine days and ten days. The feathers and blood flew down on the collapsed earth like a rainstorm; the phoenix tried to rush to the sky to save, but Zhou Hui was pressed to death, he was not allowed to go Step into the minefield.

Until the last one of Thousands of Thunder Tribulation, and the strongest one that concentrated the wrath of all the gods and Buddhas, the peacock finally only had the last ray of real soul, and the scarred phantom appeared from the world. The bleeding head reached before Phoenix, and finally rubbed his mother's hand:

"Goodbye... Mother God Wanbao Ding."

The screams of the heart-breaking lung broke out in Phoenix, forcibly breaking away from the ninety-one and forty-one magic bans, screaming into a real body and rushing into the sky, with the body to withstand the last blow!

——On that single blow, the Phoenix was crushed and burned to death.

The scorched black phoenix skeleton was swept by the collapsed earth, and with the flood and snow flow, it fell deep under the glacier in the Himalayas, and never seen the sun again.

-It was all turmoil and separation.

·

"What are you thinking?"

Zhou Hui raised his head from the front of the tablet and saw Chu He staring at the child who was led by his parents in the distance, laughing and screaming with his schoolbag on his back, motionless.

"Nothing..." Chu He sighed almost silently, turning the book in his hand over a page.

Zhou Hui held his hand and rubbed his thumb gently on the back of his hand, and suddenly said: "The little girl in Yu's family is two years old this year. He is very gentle and quiet, and never troubles..."

"Are you able to endure the child's traits to be quiet and not troublesome?" Chu He couldn't help crying and said, "Forget it, I've already given half my life now. I will talk about it later."

He put away the book and had lost any interest, so he went to the pool to squat down to watch the blue sparkling water waves in the sunset and the white, round pebbles on the steps.

A puppy shook his head and ran to his side. Chu He looked at no one walking the dog around. He wondered where did this quietly come from? He straightened out the puppy's long golden brown hair, and it rubbed Chuhe's fingers with a warm and wet nose, making him laugh unconsciously.

Zhou Hui looked back at them from the chair, his eyes fixed on Chu He's face, his eyes fascinated and stunned.

"Go back," Chu He said, standing up from the pool.

However, he was too anemic. He squatted for a long time and stood up suddenly, immediately dizzy and dizzy. He subconsciously stepped back half a step and stepped on the smooth pebbles on the steps.

The next second, he slipped backwards and fell into the pool.

Wow—!

Chu He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the sofa!

Zhou Hui couldn't dodge, sitting rigidly on the sofa, holding his hand without saying a word.

Chu He gasped slightly and looked around. He saw that he was sitting on his large sofa, the living room was not turned on, the door outside the entrance was closed, and the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was already dark.

The sunset, the puppy, the pool... seemed like an absurd dream, disappearing with the blink of an eye.

"...Illusion," Chu He murmured incredulously, looking at Zhou Hui: "Is that just an illusion? Did you create it for me?"

Zhou Hui looked cold and did not speak.

Chu He broke free of his hand, turned down, and went straight to the gate. But then Zhou Hui turned around and held him, ignoring his resistance, he dragged it back and pressed it heavily on the sofa: "Are you crazy? There is a magic ban on the door. If you want to be burned, go with one hand, go. !"

Zhou Hui's voice was sharp, but he didn't relax at all like pressing on his hand. Chuhe finally realized in an instant that during this time, "going for a walk" was an illusion created by Zhou Hui. He simply did not, and he never stepped out of his house for half a step!

This ridiculous fact instantly raised a coolness in his heart, crawling along the limbs and crawling into the brain, and even the voice was a little unstable: "What the **** do you want... Zhou Hui? Do you want to keep me in this way?" "

Zhou Hui didn't answer, Chu He broke his hand away, but then he was grabbed by his shoulder and pressed on the backrest of the sofa.

"Let go, Zhou Hui! What do you want to do, it's crazy!"

"I know what I'm doing." Zhou Hui's tone was calm: "Without my permission, you can't walk out of this door half a step."

"Do you want to shut me down for life?!"

"I can do this," Zhou Hui said.

Chu He looked at his face. There was no light in the living room. The street lights of the community outside the floor-to-ceiling windows passed through the treetops, through the glass, and reflected on the deep side of his half-line. The corners of his lips did not have the slightest curvature.

He is serious.

Chu He stared at him, gasping for a moment before making a slightly stiff voice after forced suppression: "Why...is it necessary?"

Zhou Hui looked at him deeply, and for a while he showed an indescribable sneer:

"I said I didn't want to hear the reason why you stopped me from killing King Sanming Ming, I will check it myself...

"--I found out."

Chu He's gaze changed slightly, and Zhou Hui pulled his chin with his thumb, forcing him to look up at himself.

"Remember that during the Guoan turmoil, you singled out all members of the fifth group in the hospital, and everyone was taken away by you and turned into a vegetative? These people were later escorted back to the special place underground prison, no One person died..."

"--I'm weird. In such a fierce battle, it is harder to ensure that everyone is free from fatal injuries than to avoid injuries. Why do you have to spend so much effort to do this?"

"So I asked Situ Jinsan to investigate. Although he was a little injured in the middle because of his serious injury, last week, he finally investigated a more amazing fact..."

Zhou Hui paused, looking directly at Chu He's pupils:

"Situ told me that several people in the fifth group had been seriously injured and were about to die during the battle against you, but you were immediately rescued by first aid-that is, you deliberately be merciless and saved everyone s life."

Chu He stared at him and said lightly: "I am kind to the enemy and soft-hearted, and you don't know the first day."

"I did know the first day," Zhou Hui laughed.

"I recalled your previous combat record. A long time ago, you had no worries when you demolished. You should kill and kill. There was never any abnormality; but slowly, starting from a few hundred years ago, you suddenly became abnormally soft-hearted. No one has been sent to hell, and there are even suspects of deliberately releasing water several times."

"Your behavior is too unreasonable. When you contacted you this time to stop me from killing King Sanming Ming, I couldn't help but produce a seemingly absurd but very realistic guess--"

Zhou Hui paused and leaned over the Chu River, his voice as light as a demon:

"You were not enlightened by Dharma, but the King of Ming who was sealed with battle merit. That is to say, if your battle merit is further improved, then you will be sealed up again-and the necessary condition for being sealed is to pass Heavenly Tribulation."

"Now in your practice book, the battle merits are full."

"Now you can't have any more lives in your hands, otherwise the practice will suddenly reach the top, and Thunder Tribulation will immediately hack, and you who don't even have a real body will be hacked alive in Thunder Tribulation..."

Chu He fiercely struggled, Zhou Hui immediately turned over and sat on his narrow waist, his strong and powerful hands covered his mouth, and pressed him easily under his body.

This action was full of repression and humiliation. Chu He's eyes were slightly moist because of poor breathing. Zhou Hui stared at him, and the nerves washed by anger even spread an unspeakable excitement:

"So you go to the Vatican, because the deity is a roar of infinite earth that can eliminate thunder and robbery in its heyday."

He leaned down, and his hot breath almost sprayed on Chuhe's reddish eyes, saying one word after another: "But I'm just strange, why don't you come to me?"

"--You know that even if I crush my bones, I will surely keep you from hurting me. Why not, come, find, me?"

The last ray of sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window was hidden under the horizon, and the darkness entangled like a river, submerging the last trace of reason.

Chu He somehow burst out of power, suddenly overturned Zhou Hui, got up and rushed out of the gate!

But then, Zhou Hui reached out and grabbed him, dragged him over the coffee table, and overturned to the ground, tearing his coat into pieces with a stab!

"——Zhou Hui!"

"I said, don't really push me to that part..." Zhou Hui's fingers were deep □ □ Chu He's hair in the messy head behind his head, and he whispered in his ear: "Otherwise you won't cry if you cry ."

He stripped off the last occlusion of the person underneath, and pressed the beautiful face on the cold floor, watching the pale snow-covered skin covered by the curly hair, so embarrassed, it deepened his heart. The brutal and sadistic rapture struck the brain marrow lightning from each nerve ending.

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"You obviously need me so..." Zhou Hui whispered and raised his head to kiss his sweaty temple and his white cheeks as if washed.

The irritability in his eyes gradually faded, and a lingering, forbearing tenderness slowly appeared.

"You obviously love me so much..."

·

Chu He slept all day and night this time. He was unconscious and completely conscious of the film. He didn't even know how many times he was fed medicine in his sleep.

Zhou Hui seemed to return to peace again, as if all the anger and jealousy that had swept through that day disappeared—or, once again, was deeply pressed into the seemingly unconcerned appearance.

He even had the leisure to sit on the balcony with Chu He for a while without knowing it, and watched the sun shine on the end of his long eyelashes, like thousands of fine gold dots. He slowly studied the eyebrows and facial features of this person, and he seemed to want to find something that was not good enough, but no matter how he looked, he would remember the first sight of the thirty-three days of that year, and it seemed that the years in between He slipped away, leaving no trace of any time on that face.

Zhou Hui lowered his head and looked at his still strong and powerful hands.

——Maybe it will gradually weaken and disappear with the passage of time, only me.

On the third day, Chu He woke up from his sleep. Zhou Hui was as normal as if nothing had happened. He easily cooked, watered flowers, chatted with him, and put his head on his thigh to watch TV. , Not mentioning the lifting of the magic ban and illusions.

His performance really seemed to intend to shut Chu He to death for a lifetime.

-However, this is destined to be impossible.

On the afternoon of the third day, Yu Jingzhong called Zhou Hui and told him directly on the phone: "I need you to come over immediately, don't play the boring game, and bring Feng Si with you."

Zhou Hui rolled over on the sofa, his face still resting on Chu He's legs, "What's wrong?"

"Here we are," Yu Jingzhong paused and said, "There is now an unprecedented situation."