My Weird Life

   Chapter 744 Parents (12)

   Father Zhang sat on the head of the bed and saw Mother Zhang sleeping in the bed.

  He then blew out the oil lamp on the table next to him, lifted the quilt and lay down.

  In the darkness, only the breathing of the old couple remained.

   The two of them seemed to have fallen asleep.

  The darkness that filled the room was silent.

   After an unknown amount of time, Father Zhang cleared his throat and said in a hoarse and deep voice: "My wife, do you think that our son doesn't seem to have the same personality as either of us?"

  Mother Zhang was not asleep either.

Immediately, he replied to Zhang's father: "He is wandering outside alone. I don't know how much he has been wronged. Isn't it normal that he has different knowledge and personality from us? You didn't hear him say that he was outside—all with other families." The girl who made a private decision for life!"

   It's not a glorious thing to talk about such a thing as a private life with another woman.

But when Zhang's mother whispered to her husband, she didn't have to worry too much, and she was a little proud in her words: "He is a man who can cause trouble... If it weren't for some skills and talents, other girls would easily fall in love with him and would be willing to make a private decision with him for life '?"

   "What I want to tell you is not this...

  I mean..." Father Zhang's voice was a little dull.

  Mother Zhang snorted and said, "Don't think that I don't know what you think.

  This child, he is our son, our Zhang Wazi!

  The words he said to me while sweeping the floor were sincere,

  If I hadn’t really experienced the pain of being separated from my parents’ blood relatives, I definitely wouldn’t be able to say that!

  Don’t be suspicious of his identity anymore—it’s always because you are afraid of getting into trouble and don’t want to help your son, but you can’t just treat your son who was finally found as someone else’s child just because of this matter? "

   "..."

  Father Zhang was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "That's not what I meant."

  "Before in front of the Peach God, when we kowtowed to thank the Peach God, the Peach God didn't respond.

  The son's clothes did not appear under the peach tree.

  Didn’t you doubt your son’s identity at the time…”

   "I had some doubts at the time, but now I have no doubts at all." Mother Zhang said. Her voice became a little muffled, and she gradually fell asleep.

   But Zhang's father was full of worries, but he couldn't fall asleep.

  Hearing his wife's voice, he sighed in a low voice, and said softly: "Go to sleep, go to sleep, what's the matter, we will talk about it tomorrow, and tomorrow we will go to the peach tree to have a look...

Why.

  The matter of my son is difficult, it is really difficult..."

  …

  Hearing Father Zhang's sigh in the next room, Su Wu quietly opened his eyes.

  He lay on the bed and waited for a long time in the dark with his eyes open.

  It wasn't until in the next room that Zhang's parents and Zhang's mother's breathing sounded alternately and evenly, that Su Wu gently raised an arm, and pasted a pale face on his own face.

  The moment the facebook was attached to his face,

  He disappeared from the bed without a sound.

  It seems that something is brewing in the darkness, and it seems that nothing has happened.

  Everything in the room is as usual, even the air flow here is exactly the same as before.

   And shortly after,

Outside the courtyard of Zhang's house, in front of the three peach trees behind the main room, a figure suddenly appeared—Su Wu stood quietly in front of the third peach tree from the left, surveyed the surroundings, and stared in front of him. A peach tree with clusters of pink petals.

  The real pupil of the six-day old ghost between the eyebrows opened in an instant,

   Under the reflection of his brows and eyes, the peach tree turned into a cold and gray tombstone for a split second.

  The next moment, it returned to its appearance as a peach tree.

Su Wu squatted down in front of the peach tree, turned his palms over, and took out a few pieces of yellow talisman paper cut into clothes. On the back of the palm-sized clothes made of paper, Su Wu was written in Yunji script. His Taoist name, as well as his current fundamental talisman grade.

  He was holding the paper clothes, and with a thought, a cluster of flames burst out from under the clothes, and the golden red flames suddenly turned into a dark green color under the peach tree, engulfing the paper clothes in an instant.

   Not long after, a few paper clothes burned to ashes.

  Hoo—

   A gust of wind swept away the ashes.

  Su Wu looked down at the grass at the root of the peach tree, and saw a few neatly folded clothes in it.

  The style and shape of the clothes are exactly the same as the few paper clothes he just burned.

  …

  Father Zhang was full of melancholy, and he didn't sleep well all night.

  Always wake up suddenly, and fall back into a deep sleep again.

   So tossing until early in the morning of the second day, the old wife was still sleeping on the bed, but he opened his eyes but couldn't fall asleep anymore, so he simply climbed out of bed lightly, put on his clothes and left the room.

  —First stood outside the window of his son’s room,

  Hearing the slight breathing in his son's room, Zhang's father showed a smile.

  There are more people in the family, and it seems that it is indeed different than before.

  My heart is much more at ease.

After staying outside his son's room for a while, Father Zhang's mood became much better. He raised his eyes and looked at the still hazy sky - the sky had not yet dawned, and it was difficult to recognize people in the dark The opponent's face.

  The sky was still dark and there was no light.

  He lowered his head, left the courtyard with his hands behind his back, and turned to the back of the hall outside the courtyard wall.

  When he came to the third peach tree from the left, Zhang Hu became worried about his gains and losses. The current life was the life he had dreamed of living for many years.

  The son returned home, his wife was by his side, and the family was harmonious and beautiful.

  If under the peach tree, there is still no clothes given to his son by the peach god, wouldn't this dream of his be finally come to an end?

  But if I don’t come to take a look now,

  How can you be sure that the child is really your own son?

  Father Zhang was in a rush of thoughts.

   After standing there for a long time, he finally knelt down and bowed to the peach tree.

   Then he straightened up and looked into the grass under the peach tree—he saw several neatly folded pieces of brand-new male clothes under the peach tree.

  Father Zhang picked up the stack of clothes and heaved a sigh of relief.

   Sitting in the grass!

  At this time, his wife's voice sounded behind him: "It's our child, right?

  Let me tell you, he is our child.

  I confirmed it the first time I saw him.

  You still don't believe it!

   Do you believe me now? "

Hearing the old wife's voice, Zhang's father shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said, "Don't you also remember this matter, and you followed here before dawn? Obviously, I was also beating my heart, but at this moment I became proud." gone."

   "I'm here to see what you're doing!"

   "All right, all right, whatever you say is what you say.

   Don't quarrel with you. Father Zhang shook his head, took the new clothes, stood up from the grass, smiled and looked at Mother Zhang behind him.

  Mother Zhang took the clothes from him, looked at the styles of the clothes, but her mind was not on the clothes: "You are sure now—that is our child.

  What are you going to do to help the child with what he said? "

   "This..." Father Zhang's face was full of wrinkles, "I'll find an opportunity to discuss it with Mrs. Han.

  There is always a solution..."

   "Are you discussing with Old Master Han?

  He will listen to you? "Mother Zhang frowned and looked at Father Zhang, "Tell Mrs. Han about this, and our son will never want to leave the village—outside the village, there is still our grandson!" "

   "Then, what do you think should be done?" Father Zhang asked hesitantly.

  Holding the clothes in her arms, Zhang's mother went to her husband and said, "It's not like we don't know how to get out of the village?

  Although we have never walked outside the village, wouldn’t it be okay to quietly send the child to the road at the entrance of the village in the dark?

  There is no guard there.

  —Our village is living a life like a fairy, and no one else would have imagined that some people would let this kind of fairy life go, but they have to go outside the village..."

   "Isn't that okay?

  Grandpa Han said before that no outsider should be allowed out of the village.

  They talking nonsense outside will bring disaster to our Taoyuan Village..." Father Zhang still hesitated.

   "What kind of foreigner do you still regard our son as?" Zhang's mother glared, "You are still guarding against our son!

   Manly man, you can't make up your mind after thinking about this for a day!

   Forget it, you don't need to intervene in this matter.

   As long as you don't go outside to inform others! "

   "Hey...wife, let's discuss it again,

  Let’s discuss it again, maybe there is another way..." Zhang's father chased after Zhang's mother, and followed Zhang's angry mother back to the courtyard.

  Su Wu was lying in the room, and he could hear everything inside and outside the courtyard clearly.

   In the yard,

  Father Zhang was talking to Mother Zhang in a low voice, but he still thought it would be better to tell Mrs. Han about this matter.

  The more he said this, the angrier Zhang's mother became.

  In the end, the two couples did not discuss a specific plan.

   But at this time, the sky gradually brightened.

  A few children outside the yard kept banging on the door.

"It's the children of the Han family." Hearing the shouts of the children outside the courtyard, Zhang's mother turned her head to look at Zhang's father, and warned him in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense later, let me come and talk to you." they said.

  If you talk nonsense, our family will fall apart..."

  Father Zhang opened his mouth, but he didn't say much after all.

  Mother Zhang turned around and walked to the door, and pulled the latch.

   Sure enough, there were three or four children from Mrs. Han's family standing outside the door.

   "My old man invited Zhang Wazi to eat at home at noon!"

   "Where is he? Why didn't you see him?"

   Several children shouted in a hurry.

  A child looked into the yard with his head stretched out. Except for Zhang's father pacing in the yard, he didn't see the young man from yesterday.

  Mother Zhang smiled and said to the children: "He drank too much last night, and he is still sleeping on the bed.

  I'm afraid I won't be able to keep the appointment at noon.

  You go back and tell Mrs. Han, until tomorrow, we will set up a few tables at home tomorrow, and invite all the elders and folks in the village to come to my house for a banquet! "

  She dealt with the matter in a few words.

  Several children bounced away from the gate of the Zhang Family Courtyard.

  Father Zhang looked outside the courtyard door, hesitatingly said: "If you want to invite people from the village to have a banquet tomorrow, then you have to prepare the food and wine today, and I will invite the peach **** to bless you..."

   "What peach **** are you inviting?!" Zhang's mother closed the courtyard door again, and turned her head to remember Zhang's father's words, "It's not too late.

  Let’s send the children outside the village tonight! "

  (end of this chapter)