Pursuit of the Truth Chapter 596: Little Chou’er
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Thousands of miles of sea water disappeared, thousands of miles of seabed earth became smashed, a huge deep pit appeared in the Dead Sea, and the surrounding seawater seemed to possess spirituality under the impact of this purple light, and it dared not come close , So that this pit has been around for a long time.
Di Tian splits his head in mid-air, without saying a word, the bone in front of him has disappeared, and Su Ming is no longer there.
After a long while, Di Tian raised his head, his expression was grim, his face was so angry that he screamed Heaven-shaking, Earth-shattering at sky!
This roaring sound whirls and spreads all over the world, and will not disperse for a long time.
His Destiny (Su Ming) punishment has destroyed everything in the thousands of miles, but he has not found any trace of Su Ming. Although he can feel that the power of punishment should have played a role this day, but ... Su Ming has not died.
His consciousness spread out suddenly, with his killing intent and madness, sweeping the world and covering the limit of his consciousness, but he ... could not find the trace of Su Ming!
The whole person of Su Ming just disappeared from the world of Di Tian again, making him unable to find ...
He came to Avatar, but in the end it was such a result, especially the awakening of Destiny (Su Ming), it made Di Tian tremble at the moment, he stood in the air until the sea below was dispersed with purple light, refilled Full, the whole Dead Sea sank a little.
"I do n’t believe you can hide forever. One day, you will be found again by me. The next time I meet, I swear here at Di Tian, at any cost ... Let you sink!" Di Tian closed his eyes, but The gloomy look was always difficult to disperse until he turned around. Take a step towards sky in the distance!
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sky is blue, the sun is shining, especially near the noon light. Sprinkled on people, a little hot, forced out sweat beads, but there is not much wind to take it away.
The fragrance of Osmanthus fragrans can not be dispersed in the few winds, and can only wrap around in the range of its growth and bloom as much as possible.
Smiles of laughter, not far from this osmanthus forest. From time to time, through the forest, you can see there is a scattered house.
It looks like almost a hundred people. In the fragrance of osmanthus, it is like a paradise.
There are a lot of mountains around, making it seem very remote, with few pedestrians, and a road leading to this house. Only some traces of the carriage's pressure existed.
Maybe it was just after the rain not long ago. Although the sun is shining, the ground is very muddy and walking on it. The sound of chirping chirp has a unique charm.
In this osmanthus forest. At this moment there was a teenager wearing patched clothes. Sitting on some leaves, leaning on the tree, staring staringly at the sky that the leaves in the forest can't cover, I don't know what to think.
His complexion is a little pale, but his pale face is very pretty, not very young, only 12 or 3 years old. The patched clothes ca n’t hide him. After people look at it, they will have a good temperament.
It's just that his body looks very thin, leaning on the osmanthus tree at the moment, looking at sky's eyes, he is extremely flexible.
He looked at the sky silently, holding some grass in his hand. With the hands of his hands, he gradually compiled the appearance of a villain, all of which seemed to be his subconscious behavior. Or maybe it ’s the blue sky or maybe the white cloud, no one knows but himself.
For a long time, a footstep came from a distance. With the sound of footsteps, there were crisp children's voices, which passed into the ear of the young man.
"Brother Gou Sheng, brother Gou Sheng ... Let's call you home ..."
This is a girl ’s voice, which reveals a pure innocence, which seems not to be contaminated by red dust or thoughts, and keeps a child, a naive dream.
It ’s a ** year old girl, wearing the same patch of clothes, with two pigtails, it ’s not pretty, there is a birthmark on her face, but the both eyes is bright, if you can ignore its birthmark, this It is a very cute girl.
After hearing the girl ’s voice, the teenager withdrew his gaze to sky, and there was a hearty smile on his face. He sat up from the ground and looked at the one who ran not far away little girl.
"Run slowly, the ground is muddy." The teenager walked over and to open mouth softly, looking into the little girl's eyes, revealing a spoil.
"Brother Gou Sheng, today our mother made delicious food, which is Little Chou'er's favorite yam. Hurry up." The little girl ran to the boy and said with a smile, she raised her hand and helped Take away the dirt and leaves sticking to the teenager's clothes.
The teenager touched the little girl ’s head, took her hand with a smile, and walked towards the outside of the forest together.
"Brother Gou Sheng, why do you always come here, except for the osmanthus tree, there is nothing more." The girl named Little Chou'er blinked, took the teenager's hand, and asked curiously.
The teenager smiled and didn't speak, but raise the head glanced at sky, and there was a flash in his eyes that no outsiders could see.
Until I walked out of the forest, in the eyes of the teenager, the vicissitudes of life were buried, and I could not see it. Only the sigh of my heart may be felt by this void, making the sky still sunny, but it can be dim all at once After a lot, dark clouds appeared.
This forest is not too far away from the house. It was only a short time after I left. The teenager was dragged and ran over when the girl was obviously in a hurry to eat yam.
Along the way, some children of their age were playing with each other, and after seeing the two brothers and sisters, there were a few of those children with teasing sounds.
"Little Chou'er, what is delicious in your house today."
"Yeah, Little Chou'er, didn't you say that your father and mother will make you a set of unpatched clothes last time?"
The girl holding the teenager ’s hand lowered her head, her body was slightly stiff, but recovered quickly, but still lowered her head, she had to leave here quickly, not far away, there was a very ordinary house , There is her home.
This is not a tribe, because the people here have no blood relatives. Here, it may only be called a village.
Listening to the voices of the ridiculous girls, the teenager frowned, but the girl grabbed his hand, and the pleading in that look, let the teenager sigh again, and followed her silently, Walk towards home.
"Home, father, mother, I called Gou Sheng brother back, we can have dinner." The girl smiled happily, pushed open the door of the house, and ran in.
Su Ming was behind her and walked into the house. It was a mud-built house. It was not big. There were only two rooms. When he walked in, the sound of coughing came from one room.
"Gou Sheng, go to see osmanthus again? It will be gone in a few months. It's better to see more ..." With the words, a middle-aged man walked out of the room.
The man ’s face is vicissitudes of life, his clothes are plain, and his look is simple. When he walked out, he looked at the teenager and showed a kind smile on his face. He was not tall or strong, but his hands only gave him a very special I felt that his hands were full of scars, and this scar almost covered many positions of his hands, especially on his fingers.
And at the moment, the teenager saw at a glance that the scar on the man's hand was marked with some new injuries.
As the man walked out, there was a woman behind him. This woman had rough skin, but she could see the original beauty of her face, but the years left too many attachments on her, making her It seemed that beyond her original age, she was holding two bowls in her hands at this moment, looking at the teenager with a smile.
"Your boy, don't let Little Chou (clown) ask you to eat, you don't know to come back, you have to get home every time you are dark, you are still empty, don't get cold outside."
The teenager smiled warmly, and stepped forward to take the bowl from the woman, softly to open mouth.
"Dad, mother, I'm fine."
"Okay, eat more yam in a while. Your grandfather Zhang ’s grandson was born in the morning. Let your dad make some grass puppets and change some yam to come back. They said they would nourish you and Chou'er. Body. "The woman looked lovingly at the teenager and the cheerful **** the side of the chair, and walked over with the man.
This is not a full lunch, except for those cooked yam, it tastes soft and soft, with some fruit juice, it is very sweet, Little Chou'er cheerful laughter echoed in this ordinary family Here, the kindness of the woman and the gentleness of the middle-aged man are transformed into warmth.
The teenager looked at them, and there was also a smile on his face. The smile came from his heart. He thanked the family, especially the girl named Little Chou'er.
He was awake here a year ago, when the girl went out alone in the mountain forest to pick up the different grass for her father, he found in the mountain and took him back to his home. Since then ... He was here and lived.
He has a younger sister, this younger sister is called Little Chou'er, because of her long ugliness, but her kindness, her lovely laughter and smart both eyes, let him always remember, in a coma, has a weak body , Carrying himself, walking along the way.
He had a father. He was honest and honest. He was a mortal. He was poor all his life, and the disease was entangled. The only straw dolls he made were very expressive. They were toys for children in this village.
He also has a mother, who is a very kind and gentle woman, she loves her husband, loves her daughter, loves this family, and also gives him a foreigner enough Motherly love.
He is Su Ming.
When he woke up in this warm home a year ago, he was all broken up, but he did not disappear, but he was hidden in his body. It was after the outbreak of the injury after the war with Di Tian, leaving a residue , It takes time to fully recover.
Second more, such a chapter is actually not suitable for writing during the monthly ticket battle. I am not tired, and I do n’t have the pleasure of fighting ...