Chapter 830 Zhang Qilin 6
Zhang Qilin and Hei Xiazi are living a peaceful life.
At home, where is the patriarch? Where is their patriarch who is so powerful?
Oh, the patriarch is lost.
It doesn’t matter, the Zhang family has a tradition of losing the patriarch.
But there were people looking for it before, but no one is looking for it now.
This patriarch is a lone commander.
However, no one went to look for it.
Because eventually the patriarch will be asked to go back, and he will go back uncontrollably.
But they didn't expect that the patriarch was not in the service area.
Can't call at all.
ultimate:....
Chief Zhang, Chief Zhang, Xiao Zhang, Xiao Zhang.
Zhang Qilin: I can’t hear it. I can’t hear it.
In fact, it is impossible to hear.
In fact, Zhang Qilin didn't want to go back even more than Hei Xiazi, because he would not be able to control himself and he was afraid of repeating the same mistake.
Heavenly Way: . . . .
Sneak away.
If you ask which heavenly path is the most criticized, the tomb-robbing heavenly path is the only one.
It must be on the list, there is another one next door called Lotus Building.
They have a term called "the way of the stepfather", which means to abuse the eldest son as much as possible and never leave any chance for him to survive.
A mistaken example of trying to find sweets in broken glass.
Look at other Tiandao, those Tiandao children, they pick up treasures when they go out, they pick up whatever they buy, and even if they fall off a cliff, they have martial arts secrets and grandfathers to help them.
What about them?
I’m afraid that my eldest son is still alive, or is living too well.
Heavenly Way: . . . .
Hei Xia Zi was very satisfied with his life abroad and slowly began to practice calligraphy and painting.
There is a kind of majestic beauty in ink-splashed landscape paintings.
When Zhang Qilin went to deliver the goods, he took several glances at it.
How should I put it? His handwriting is not as beautiful as blind ones.
The Zhang family's calligraphy carries a secret code of simplicity.
It's the kind that ordinary people can't understand.
So the blind man took Mr. Zhang to practice calligraphy. There were all kinds of fonts, and students could choose the one they liked to practice.
Unexpectedly, what Mr. Zhang liked most and what he learned best was Mr. Qi’s portrait painting.
In the sunset, two old men are painting.
The farmer Zhang Qilin has great skills in raising small animals. He raises them so round and cute that the butchers in the slaughterhouse feel like they are committing a sin.
Then the white knife goes in and the red knife comes out.
These are all ordered by restaurants.
Anyway, they ship out goods once every six months to a year.
Little Yellow Chicken: . . . .
lamb:....
You go first, I'll follow.
Only the horses and the cows survived.
Who is faster, Tibetans riding horses or Mongolians riding horses? They ride side by side, unrestrained and free.
After taking care of his own affairs every day, Zhang Qilin would quietly look at the blind man or sit next to him. When it was time to cook, he would also pull the blind man over and ask him to wash the vegetables.
After washing the vegetables, Hei Xia Zi would always sit where the mute could see him, holding a book, a poem or a travelogue.
Mr. Zhang would be very happy when he saw it. If it had a tail, it would probably be raised up.
The little prince's life is becoming more and more comfortable.
What the valley looks like when it rains is probably a misty rain curtain.
Hei Xia Zi felt a little nervous when touching Mr. Zhang's hand. The temperature was not right.
After confirming it again, it was still not right. As usual, the mute had already finished practicing with the sword and prepared dinner, so I called him to get up. I looked at the alarm clock and it was 8 o'clock in the morning.
Sure enough, his Mr. Zhang fell ill and had a fever.
The fire-riding Qilin on his chest was lifelike, and Zhang Qilin's frown proved his discomfort.
Hei Xia Zi tried to hug him and was able to boil eggs.
He tried to suppress the uneasiness in his heart. Will you leave this time, you mute?
Hei Xia Zi got up and went to the kitchen. Fortunately, there was still some ginger. He boiled ginger in water, which was spicy and made him sweat. He then cooked some noodles to eat.
After the ginger was ready and no longer hot, Hei Xia Zi returned to the room with a warm feeling.
He held Mr. Zhang and fed him the food. The spicy taste filled his mouth, which Mr. Zhang didn't like.
Every time he has a fever, Mr. Zhang is at his weakest.
He didn't know if this time it was another damn gift from heaven. He was afraid of this thing.
Hei Xia Zi once again suppressed the desire to destroy in his heart, if, if, are you willing to join me...
dead.
The last word was very light. If the unconscious Mr. Zhang was awake, he would say "I do".
He didn't want to abandon the blind man again.
Not even once.
Hei Xia Zi looked at the mute's peaceful sleeping face. This person actually has a weak sense of presence and he often downplays his own existence.
But once someone sees it, they can’t forget it.
In fact, Hei Xia Zi had thought that before he met the mute, they should not meet again.
If you had told the blind man, or the little prince, when you were still a blind man, that you would follow someone again and again, try to get close to him again and again, until you were covered in bruises, and that he would never remember you, the little prince would definitely have said that he didn't want that.
But, just one look, one look and he was finished.
This person has been struggling in the mortal world for a hundred years, but he has never been contaminated by the mundane world. Even if he is, it will be wiped out by God, and he will become that indifferent exiled immortal again.
No intersection with the world.
Even when he was in Yu Village, everyone thought that Wu Xie had caught his kite string, but only the blind man knew that he could still disappear at any time.
Otherwise, why would Wu Xie be so nervous? This kind of fear deep in his soul is the difference between immortals and mortals.
Mr. Zhang has wings and can turn into an elf and fly away at any time.
Time will take away all his emotions.
Hei Xiazi's hands were covered with thin calluses and were round. He pulled up the mute's hand, and saw that they were fat, chubby fingers.
Now it can’t be stuffed into the mechanism.
The mute's hands are also round.
Two big fat hands were gesticulating back and forth.
Zhang Qilin still didn't wake up.
So the black bear took a bite, but found that he couldn't put it in any more. So, how did he put it in?
It turns out that the blind man is gifted.
Before meeting a mute, everyone would say that Xia Xia is a hunk.
He could cut down Pinduoduo, but was stabbed by a mute.
Tsk tsk.
It's the blind man who indulged you.
He would never admit that he could not beat a mute.
Hei Xiazi's mood fluctuated for a while, but he finally calmed himself down.
At worst, they can just be lovebirds on the run, or they can turn into butterflies and fly away.
Two fingers were not enough, so the blind man bit off one and wanted to eat the mute.
After grinding my teeth for a while, I finally broke some skin on my fingertips. Bah, unicorn blood doesn't taste good. Isn't it the same as drinking Chinese medicine?
Maybe it was the blind man's hug that helped, or maybe it was the quilt that helped, or maybe it was the ginger that was very useful and made the mute sweat.
His brows relaxed and Hei Xia Zi looked at the thermometer. Good, it's coming down.
It was the middle of the night and the blind man didn’t care. As long as he wasn’t starving to death, it was fine.
He fell asleep from exhaustion, holding the mute tightly with his hands and feet, determined not to let him escape.
Zhang Qilin: . . . .
In his dream, a giant octopus entangled him into a volcano. It was very hot. Then the giant octopus went to the sea and tried to drown him.
Zhang Qilin woke up at this time. He looked at the people around him and found that the giant octopus was actually a blind man. That was great.
He did not forget that, as expected, distance creates beauty.
Ultimately, you find someone else, he quits.
ultimate:....