Chapter 107 Chapter 107 Long Aotian's Father 21
Da Yan warned himself in his heart to stay calm and not to be so anxious about gains and losses as to be so ungraceful as to insist on hearing some promises from Zhuo Zhuo, but his actions always involuntarily made him want to instill some special ideas into Zhuo Zhuo.
For example, her father was very strong-willed and would definitely continue to devote a lot of time to cultivation after emerging from the illusion. And as her father's cultivation level fell behind that of her grandfather, he would become increasingly dissatisfied with her grandfather and would deliberately cause trouble for him.
For example, Daddy is quiet and prefers quiet, so Zhuozhuo shouldn't bother him too much. If Daddy loves Zhuozhuo too much, he'll force himself to be with her, which would be very uncomfortable. But Grandpa really loves children and the hustle and bustle of life, so Zhuozhuo can play with him often.
For example, at night when everything is quiet, it is a good time to meditate and practice. In the past, Dad sacrificed his practice to accompany Zhuozhuo. Now Zhuozhuo can sleep with Grandpa, having the best of both worlds.
for example……
Zhuozhuo was a thoughtful child with her own judgment. She was a rather independent-minded child. She took most of what he said with a pinch of salt, but she was certain of the nightly practice. This was because she had woken up several times in the middle of the night to pee and found Yan Bufan still awake, watching over her as she practiced.
At the time, she had only felt so happy and relieved to see her father when she opened her eyes at night. Now, thinking about it, she felt how hard her father must have worked. The little girl nodded seriously, "Zhuozhuo knows. Zhuozhuo and Fengfeng sleep together, and Daddy's cultivation has become more powerful."
Dayan achieved his goal and smiled like a flower, "Okay."
In order to prevent Zhuozhuo from forgetting his promise as soon as he saw the brat, Dayan also used other means, taking multiple approaches and providing multiple insurances.
Time was running out, so Dayan played with toys and games with Zhuozhuo every night before bed. He also asked people to continue collecting interesting things from the six realms, especially nursery rhymes and various stories. He personally adapted them into short stories that children liked and told them to Zhuozhuo.
As long as Dayan wants to do something, there is nothing he can't do. His storytelling skills are so good that they can beat any storyteller in seconds. Zhuozhuo is completely obsessed with him. What he looks forward to most every day is listening to him tell bedtime stories after dark.
Moreover, Dayan was very scheming and only told a part of the story each time. He would always stop at the most exciting part and leave a hook, and continue with the rest the next day. No matter how Zhuozhuo acted coquettishly and made a fuss, he would not say a word more.
Zhuozhuo was so attracted by this "limited edition product" that she wanted to get into Dayan's mouth to see what the plot would develop next.
Gradually, under the hunger marketing model, the status of bedtime stories in Zhuozhuo's heart is almost equal to that of meals, and there is also a tendency to cultivate a biological clock.
Dayan's smile was unfathomable as he enumerated his advantages: special snacks, customized bedtime stories, round-the-clock playtime, and all-around training guidance. He would continue to develop new products because he didn't believe he could not beat that brat Yan Bufan.
Time passed as Dayan was on high alert. He was addicted to raising children and felt that this was the happiest thing in the world.
On an ordinary morning, Dayan went to the spiritual plant garden in the side hall to pick fresh spiritual fruits for Zhuozhuo while Zhuozhuo was still asleep. When he returned to the main hall, he saw a figure in black standing by the window.
The figure was looking through the window at Zhuozhuo who was sleeping in the hall. His cold and hard face gradually softened, and longing and joy poured out of his eyes.
Ugh, just like a pervert who can't give birth to a daughter and wants to steal someone else's daughter.
Da Yan's expression turned cold, and he suddenly felt an urge to kill this brat right now. This was his last chance. When he met Zhuo Zhuo later, he would have no choice but to let him take away Zhuo Zhuo's attention.
Dayan held the bright red fruit in one hand, while terrifying spiritual energy swirled in the palm of his other hand. But just before launching the attack, the spiritual energy silently dissipated. Dayan looked at Yan Bufan with a smile and said friendly, "It's our first meeting. You already know me, right? I am your true form. I have been taking care of Zhuozhuo all this time."
Seeing Yan Bufan's look of astonishment and disgust, Dayan's mood improved. He even took the initiative to bring him into the hall to see the sleeping Zhuozhuo, and considerately sent him a message to tell him about Zhuozhuo's situation. "In the past half month, Zhuozhuo has gained three and a half pounds, grown one-seventeenth of a finger's height, and even learned how to make puppets. See the wooden hand next to the pillow? Zhuozhuo carved it based on my hand. She likes it very much and sleeps with it every day."
Yan Bufan didn't listen carefully to what Dayan said. He looked at Zhuozhuo greedily, looking at her again and again, and found that her cheeks were rosy and her complexion was excellent. Her little face, which had become thinner around him, had grown flesh again. It was obvious that she was well-fed.
He felt both relieved and disappointed, but he knew Dayan's true self best, and couldn't trust Zhuozhuo to stay with him. "Thank you for taking care of Zhuozhuo. I'll definitely reward you handsomely someday, but I'm Zhuozhuo's father. I'll take her with me."
The murderous intent in Dayan's heart was almost uncontrollable. He broke off a finger to sober up a little. With a false smile, he said, "Who she lives with is Zhuozhuo's decision. Even if she mistakenly thinks you are her father, you can't make a decision without her knowledge. When Zhuozhuo wakes up, let her choose for herself."
"Okay." Yan Bufan was very confident. Although Zhuozhuo had not spent as much time with him as with Dayan, they had a deep bond, sharing life and death, and had long been the most important people to each other. He believed that Zhuozhuo would definitely go with him.
Dayan saw what Yan Bufan was thinking, and his murderous intent was about to break out. He told himself not to be impulsive. Even if Zhuozhuo really chose the brat, she was sentimental and soft-hearted, and there was no way she would completely abandon him. They still had a lot of time.
Even if Zhuozhuo was really bewitched by the brat and forgot about him, he could still follow Zhuozhuo like in the illusion. After all, his cultivation level crushed the brat, and the brat could do nothing to him.
Although this thought was too humble and shameless, and extremely detrimental to his dignity, Dayan felt relieved after thinking it through, as if a huge stone had been kicked off. He looked the brat up and down, regained his composure, and said with a smile, "Zhuozhuo missed you very much, and seeing you like this makes me worried."
Yan Bufan then remembered that he had been injured trying to break the illusion. His clothes had been torn in the spiritual storm. His hair was disheveled, and his body was covered in wounds. He looked horrible and miserable, and it was indeed unsuitable for Zhuozhu to see him. However, he had rushed out to see Zhuozhu and had not prepared any extra clothes. Now he didn't even have a change of clothes.
Yan Bufan searched through Dayan's memories, preparing to go to the nearest place to kill a monster and then go down the mountain to exchange spirit stones and buy clothes. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Dayan throw something at him. He subconsciously wanted to dodge and fight back, but the next second he realized it was a storage ring.
He took it with a cold face.
Dayan said gracefully, "Inside are the clothes and accessories I wore when I was young and joined the Qingyuan Sect, as well as some magical instruments and spirit stones. They are all new and unused. You can use them."
In reality, Guan Congyun did not reveal his true identity so quickly. Dayan became the direct disciple of the master in Qingyuan Sect. He enjoyed a glorious period and enjoyed the best resources among the disciples.
Yan Bufan wanted to throw the storage ring back immediately. He could accept Dayan's help, but wearing Dayan's clothes when he was young was like admitting that he was a part of Dayan and that he was inferior to him in terms of strength and experience.
Dayan smiled and said, "In just a cup of tea, Zhuozhuo will wake up."
Although he didn't want Zhuozhu to see the brat as soon as he opened his eyes, Zhuozhu would be very happy if he did so, and he wouldn't stop him.
“…”
Yan Bufan wanted to be seen by Zhuozhuo when she woke up, so he took the storage ring and went to the cold pond in the back mountain to take care of himself.
Zhuozhuo woke up earlier than Dayan had expected, aroused by the sunlight shining into her eyes. In the past, Dayan would have been in the middle of the bed, shielding her from the sun. But today, he and the brat were at the head and tail of the bed, causing this misstep.
Zhuozhuo, who didn't get enough sleep, got into a bad mood when he woke up. He stretched and groaned, waving his arms and kicking his legs like a fierce little piglet.
She half-closed her eyes and saw Dayan standing at the end of the bed, then closed them again and rushed over. Her chubby little feet kicked Dayan's leg with a "dong" sound, and she spoke in a long and coquettish tone: "Fengfeng——!"
Dayan grabbed Zhuozhuo's foot, squeezed it briefly, and tucked it back into the quilt. Before Zhuozhuo could make a noise, he expertly wrapped her up in the quilt and rocked her gently in his arms. His voice was so gentle it seemed to drip with water. "Zhuozhuo, you're awake! Didn't sleep well? Doze off for a while."
Zhuozhuo was comforted instantly. She yawned and then calmed down. She grabbed Dayan's clothes and rested her little head on his neck, as if she had fallen asleep again.
Yan Bufan froze in place, watching the two's interaction motionlessly, realizing with uncanny clarity that he had been absent from Zhuozhuo's life for half a month. He hated his own incompetence, yet was also thankful that Zhuozhuo was truly doing well. He even felt a surge of gratitude towards Dayan, whom he had always disliked.
Noticing the boy's gaze, Dayan felt nauseous. He was about to send a few words of disgust back when Zhuozhuo's little head moved and rubbed against his neck vigorously. After rubbing, she suddenly raised her head and straightened her little body, and said with a lively smile: "Fengfeng, good morning!"
"Good morning, Zhuozhuo." Dayan immediately forgot his desire for revenge, bent down and put Zhuozhuo back on the bed, but did not immediately dress her as usual.
Zhuozhuo stretched her little hand out from under the quilt, ready to point at the clothes on the stool, but she saw Yan Bufan standing at the head of the bed. She was stunned for a moment, rubbed her eyes, and said hesitantly, "Daddy?"
Yan Bufan's Adam's apple rolled, and he suppressed the sourness in his nose and uttered a vague sound: "It's me."
Zhuozhu's eyes lit up, "Daddy!"
She jumped up excitedly, but was almost fallen down because of the quilt. Yan Bufan quickly came over and caught her.
Zhuozhuo hugged Yan Bufan's neck, staring at him intently, chattering non-stop, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! Zhuozhuo missed you so much, why did you come just now? Wuuwuwuwuwu..."
Zhuozhuo raised her head and burst into tears. The longing, worry and fear she had experienced during this period flooded her heart, making her feel so wronged that she wanted to cry the sky down.
Yan Bufan was heartbroken by her crying. After comforting her for a few words, he simply let her vent, because he also shed a tear behind Zhuozhuo.
Dayan looked at the father and daughter hugging each other and crying, feeling distressed and jealous, but he endured it. When Zhuozhuo stopped crying and hugged Yan Bufan to talk, he smiled and said, "Zhuozhuo, are you hungry? Put on your clothes and eat. Today we have your favorite lotus seed porridge and red fragrant fruit."
Zhuozhuo, with tears still hanging on her eyelashes, turned to look at Dayan and said in a baby voice, "Zhuozhuo wants to eat, but Zhuozhuo should eat less and eat with Daddy."
Da Yan could barely control his facial expression. He glanced at the brat, whose eyes were slightly red. He gritted his teeth inwardly, but said magnanimously, "Zhuozhuo doesn't need to eat less. Even if I don't eat my share, I can't let Zhuozhuo eat less. Don't worry about it. I have plenty of food here. Even if your father wants to eat ten cows, we'll have it."
Zhuozhuo was so amused that he giggled. Seeing Dayan pick up the clothes, he subconsciously reached out for him to hold him. But just as his little body leaned forward, Yan Bufan helped him back and said, "Zhuozhuo, Daddy will help you put on the clothes, okay?"
"good!"
Zhuozhuo instructed Yan Bufan to put her on the bed. Looking at Dayan, who was still in the position of preparing to hug her, she said sweetly, "Fengfeng, get clothes for Zhuozhuo, and daddy will dress Zhuozhuo, hehehe."
Dayan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and the murderous intent he had towards the brat in his heart collapsed.
Zhuozhuo is really good at keeping things balanced. She looks at Dayan, then at Yan Bufan, then talks to Dayan, then to Yan Bufan. Her little head is busy turning around all the time, not ignoring anyone. The two adults feel tired for her just watching her.
But Zhuozhuo was very happy. He swung his legs and sang meaningless songs while eating on a chair, and he also ate an extra bun.
She hugged Dayan on her left and Yan Bufan on her right, smiling so hard that her teeth were showing, "Zhuozhuo is so happy."
The two were infected by the blazing smile and laughed unconsciously. After looking at each other, they quickly looked away, both feeling that the other's presence was unnecessary.
After dinner, it was Zhuozhuo's playtime. Usually, Dayan would play with him the whole time, occasionally teaching him a few things, but today, Yan Bufan was also there.
The two of them followed Zhuozhuo like two door gods. At first, they could barely get along harmoniously, until Zhuozhuo caught a butterfly, ran over, and raised his hand to give it to Yan Bufan.
Dayan smiled and praised Zhuozhuo for being so amazing and the butterfly for being so beautiful. When the little guy turned around and ran away, Dayan's face changed instantly and he slapped the brat.
Yan Bufan dodged and accidentally let the butterfly fly away. He immediately tried to catch it, but was stopped by Dayan again. His loud voice rang in his ears, "Zhuozhuo, your father let go of the butterfly you worked so hard to catch!"
“……!”
Despicable villain!
Yan Bufan glanced at Dayan in disbelief, then quickly said to Zhuozhuo, who had turned around and looked at him, "Daddy didn't mean it. Daddy will catch the butterfly right now."
However, with Dayan around, there was no way the brat could catch it. Instead, he easily caught the butterfly himself, showing it to Zhuozhuo who had come running back. He even deliberately let go of the butterfly and let it fly away, catching it again, letting it go, and catching it again amid Zhuozhuo's exclamations.
He repeated this five or six times, making Zhuozhuo jump and clap his hands with laughter.
Yan Bufan looked at Dayan showing off, and murderous intent gradually rose in his heart.
At this moment, Dayan stuffed the butterfly into Yan Bufan's hands, looked at Zhuozhuo, and said softly and slowly: "Butterflies are really fun, Zhuozhuo, can you give me one too?"
I don’t know how he did it. Such a strong person actually looked as pitiful as a neglected empty-nest elderly person, and really wanted to be cared for.
"Okay." Zhuozhuo hugged Dayan and said lovingly, "I was just about to let Fengfeng catch it."
Knowing that Zhuozhuo hadn't forgotten him, Dayan laughed and said, "Thank you, Zhuozhuo. Run slowly when catching butterflies, don't fall. I'm not in a hurry to get them."
Zhuozhuo agreed loudly and ran away. Soon he caught another butterfly and brought it back to Dayan.
Dayan took the butterfly and suddenly produced a beautifully preserved lavender flower. He placed the butterfly on the flower and cast a barrier around it, so the butterfly would only fly around the flower. It was a simple operation, but this practice of raising butterflies for viewing was very appealing to children.
Zhuozhuo exclaimed, "Wow!" and caught another butterfly. "Fengfeng, put it on Huahua."
Dayan gave the flower to Zhuozhuo and let her put it away. When she held on to it like a treasure in the barrier, he said casually, "Zhuozhuo, this flower was given to me by you when you were Xiaofeng."
Xiaofeng is the name of the wooden-handed puppet, given by Zhuozhuo.
Zhuozhuo nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "Yeah, yeah, Fengfeng has protected Huahua well, Zhuozhuo is happy!"
After playing for a while, Zhuozhuo ran away like a gust of wind and went deep into the garden, forgetting to look at Yan Bufan or say hello to him.
Neither adult followed immediately. Dayan glanced at the brat, seeing his devastated and devastated look, and felt a sense of pride in his heart. So what if he had met Zhuozhuo first? So what if he was Zhuozhuo's "father"? He was the one living with Zhuozhuo now. They had so many memories together, and they would continue into the future.
Even if Zhuozhuo was nice to the brat today, it was just the novelty of reunion after a long separation and was not worth mentioning.
Yan Bufan looked back coldly. He thought it was a bad guy who had succeeded. He just hadn't been with Zhuozhuo for too long, which made her feel a little unfamiliar with him. Soon the two of them would be able to return to their previous intimacy.
The two men exchanged glances, their anger growing stronger as they watched, and were about to fight when the sound of footsteps came. They looked over at the same time and saw Zhuozhuo running towards them, holding a light purple flower.
Zhuozhuo bumped into Yan Bufan's leg, and he used his hand to cushion her impact. She excitedly said, "Huahua, give it to Daddy!"
Dayan's face darkened instantly.
Yan Bufan was so surprised that he felt flattered. He squatted down, carefully took the flower, and held Zhuozhuo in his arms. "Thank you, Zhuozhuo. Daddy likes it very much and is very happy. Daddy will take good care of this flower."
Zhuozhuo looked at the flowers in the hands of the two adults, spinning happily in Yan Bufan's arms, and said childishly: "Fengfeng and Daddy both have flowers, just like them!"
The little girl was very perceptive. She might not have understood the jealousy and rivalry between Dayan and Yan Bufan, but she could sense their emotions. When she didn't even know why she did it, she found an identical flower among the thousands of flowers in the garden and gave it to Yan Bufan.
Dayan shot himself in the foot when he realized that the butterfly the little guy gave them was also the same species of blue and pink butterfly, and even the pattern and size were almost the same. It can be said that he was playing a balancing act to the extreme.
Dayan: "..."
This little clever ghost.
In order not to embarrass Zhuozhuo, Dayan had to restrain his malice towards the brat.
The whole morning was calm. Zhuozhuo took a nap after lunch. When she woke up, she didn't see Dayan. She asked softly, "Daddy, where is Fengfeng?"
Yan Bufan didn't answer. After dressing her, he said, "Zhuozhuo, Daddy will take you somewhere."
"Okay."
Zhuozhuo didn't know that Dayan was sitting next to her invisibly. She didn't insist on looking for him, nor did she ask him any more questions. She was just skipping and jumping as Yan Bufan led her to the side hall. Dayan, who was following her secretly, was amused and felt very uneasy at the same time.
Yan Bufan took Zhuozhuo to look around the side hall and said nervously, "Zhuozhuo, we will live here from now on."
Zhuozhuo blinked, picked up the little rag doll on the table and fiddled with it, then nodded and said okay.
Yan Bufan breathed a sigh of relief. That morning, he'd realized that his disagreement with Dayan would affect Zhuozhuo, and he knew there was no way Zhuozhuo would leave Dayan anytime soon. Without much hesitation, he decided to stay and fight for the long term. While Zhuozhu was taking a nap, he even had Dayan's men set up the side hall.
Yan Bufan had been worried that Zhuozhuo wouldn't want to move in, but he hadn't expected her to agree without asking any questions. This wholehearted reliance and trust in him made him feel very happy. In the afternoons and evenings, when Yan Bufan and Dayan spent time with Zhuozhuo, the fake harmony they put on felt like the real thing.
After dinner, Zhuozhuo played for a long time before she was willing to go to bed. Yan Bufan carried the sleepy and yawning Zhuozhuo back to the side hall. Just as he put her on the bed, she suddenly jumped up, looked out the window, and said in a milky voice, "Zhuozhuo, go to sleep with Fengfeng."
Yan Bufan was shocked and panicked, and subconsciously asked: "Why? Doesn't Zhuozhuo like Daddy anymore?"
"I like it. Zhuozhuo likes daddy." Zhuozhuo hugged Yan Bufan's neck, rubbed his face, and said in a baby voice: "Daddy is here, Zhuozhuo and Fengfeng will sleep."
The little guy was reluctant but determined.
Dayan, who had been following behind, glanced at Yan Bufan's disgrace, smiled, walked forward, picked up Zhuozhuo, and made a gesture to her.
Zhuozhuo recognized this as the signature move of the little tiger Zhuangzhuang from last night's story. He was no longer sleepy and urged excitedly, "Hurry up, hurry up, Fengfeng, walk faster!"
Caused tons of damage to Yan Bufan.
Dayan smiled and carried Zhuozhuo away with a victorious attitude, leaving Yan Bufan devastated.
Yan Bufan was sad for a moment, then floated to the main hall like a wandering soul, wanting to see if Zhuozhuo was asleep, but found that the main hall was enchanted by Dayan, so he could not get in and could not hear any sound from inside.
But Yan Bufan didn't leave. He just waited outside. He didn't know what he was waiting for.
Inside the hall, Zhuozhuo had already played late today because he was too excited, and was hugged back and forth again. He was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting before he finished listening to the story.
Dayan spoke faster and finished explaining today's share. He was about to take off Zhuozhuo's coat when the little guy suddenly tried to open his eyes wide and staggered to get out of bed.
Dayan took Zhuozhuo into his arms and tapped her nose. "What is Zhuozhuo going to do?"
Zhuozhuo shook his little head to stay awake, and said sleepwalkingly: "Zhuozhuo look at daddy, look at daddy..."
Dayan: "..."
"Daddy is already asleep, maybe he's practicing. Can we go see him tomorrow?"
"No, no, look now, look at daddy, look at daddy!" Zhuozhuo suddenly lost his temper, tears in his eyes, and choked up, saying, "Daddy will bleed if I fall asleep, don't sleep anymore."
Dayan sighed inwardly. The nightmare he'd had had left a psychological scar on Zhuozhuo, and seeing the brat today had triggered it. He'd made many plans before, but when Zhuozhuo looked at him crying, he couldn't care less. He immediately wrapped her in a blanket and carried her out.
"Zhuozhuo, stop crying. Let's go find daddy now."
Dayan removed the barrier, opened the palace door, and pointed to the shadows in the night, "Look, Daddy is there."
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