Chapter 26
The fact that a child misses their father isn't exactly a major event, but when Yinglong learned of it, she was surprised:
"Huh? You actually remember your father?"
No wonder she was surprised. When he left Donghai, Jia'er was still a child, not old enough to remember anything. Moreover, he was carefree at that time and left without caring about his old father's heartbreak and grief.
Yes, she still remembers that scene vividly.
On one side, there is boundless joy in the child's life; on the other, there is endless sorrow in the clumsy dragon's heart.
Just thinking about how heartbroken and reluctant that silly dragon looked makes her laugh a little. Of course, she's not a heartless person; seeing that idiot so sad makes her feel a little bad too.
"You're actually thinking about that idiot?" Yinglong muttered to himself.
"Mother, who is this idiot?" Jia'er suddenly asked loudly.
"Ah, oh, no, it's not anyone."
"Who isn't it?" Jia'er asked in confusion, for he had clearly heard his mother say it just now.
“Yes, yes, it wasn’t anyone. Mother didn’t tell anyone,” Yinglong affirmed.
"oh."
Seeing the child's somewhat dim-witted appearance, Yinglong calmed herself down and, after observing him for a while, began to ask:
"You really miss your father?" To be honest, she was a little skeptical; did this kid really remember?
“Yes, I’ve thought about it,” Jia’er said earnestly.
"Oh." Yinglong rested her chin on her hand, thinking. She was considering a possibility: sending this kid back wouldn't be bad, so he wouldn't cause trouble outside.
Yes, that's quite good. She never thought that taking this kid out would be so troublesome. She realized it after they came out. She should just return him to his father.
Thinking of this, Yinglong glanced at the little one and saw him staring blankly, seemingly lost in thought. So she cleared her throat:
"Then," she asked casually, feigning indifference.
"Do you want to continue traveling with your mother, or go home to see your father?"
She emphasized the word "father," hoping her son would understand.
Should we continue traveling with our mother, or go home to see our father?
Jia'er was thinking about this question.
Oh, the dazzling world is so captivating.
Is it the allure of the King, or the allure of traveling everywhere?
This question seemed difficult to answer, but Koji made his choice in just three seconds.
"I want to continue traveling with my mother."
"..."
"Aren't you going to think about it again?" Yinglong asked in surprise; this was too fast.
Jia'er waved her little hand and said, "No need to think about it anymore, I want to continue traveling with my mother."
As for his father, he can just keep him in his heart.
Looking at the serious expression on Zaizai's face, Yinglong was surprised. "Oh dear, what a heartless little thing! It turns out he only thinks about it. He doesn't want to send him back."
Yinglong couldn't help but secretly mourn for that fool in the deep sea for three seconds.
"This little thing is quite troublesome," Yinglong muttered.
"What did Mother say?" Jia'er came to her senses and was now fully alert.
"He didn't say anything, just that you're so smart."
"Hehe, really? Then Mother." Jia'er swallowed hard and began to ask about the ultimate purpose of his trip:
"When can I go down the mountain to become a sacrificial offering?"
...
This problem again? Why is it always this problem?
When will this kid forget about this?
Looking at his son's chubby face, Yinglong couldn't resist reaching out and pinching it:
"Can we forget about this for now?"
"No, that won't work."
Jia'er pulled his chubby face back, then raised his little arms to show his mother the little muscles he had dug out of the dirt.
Oh, those chubby little arms, with some clearly defined muscle lines showing through—wow, he really did get them to work out!
Yinglong was now in a dilemma. If she had known that this kid would be so difficult to deal with, she would have insisted on leaving him in the East Sea and not bringing him out.
At this moment, she genuinely missed that idiot.
"Sigh." A heavy sigh suddenly came from the half-sized room.
The mother and son stared at each other silently, both seeing a hint of stubbornness and defiance in each other's eyes.
Time passed slowly, and Yinglong secretly calculated in his mind how many days they had been in this place.
Yes, from spring to winter to yet another spring...
They couldn't count the number of places they stayed in; this was almost the longest they had stayed in a single place since leaving the East China Sea.
She looked down at her child again. The chubby-cheeked boy was dressed exactly like the other people in the tribe. He had probably already adapted to life here.
Has it been that long already? Her original intention in bringing the child out was to take him to different places to travel and let him see different cultures and landscapes. Staying here all the time won't do; there are still so many places they haven't seen yet.
Given this kid's current intelligence, his mind definitely needs to be constantly refined with new things.
As for making "sacrificial offerings," this kid will keep thinking about it as long as he's in this place.
This won't do. After much deliberation and tossing and turning, Yinglong finally decided that since things had come to this point, it was not advisable to stay here any longer, and it would be best to leave quickly.
"Ahem." Yinglong coughed.
"Your mother has a task for you," she finally spoke first, speaking mysteriously to her son.
"What mission?" Jia'er asked, seeing her mother acting mysteriously.
"Come here, let your mother tell you."
Jia'er curiously put her ear close to it.
*
"3, 2, 1".
Is this the place? This must be it.
"Yes, yes, hurry up and push harder."
The foot of the snow-capped mountain was bitterly cold, and without the protection of the tribe's barrier, the group found it difficult to endure for a while.
"It's almost there! Hurry up!" Jia'er's childish voice rang out in mid-air. He was standing on the shoulder of one of the villagers, giving orders with great confidence.
"Alright, 1! 2! 3!"
The crowd chanted slogans again, but the boulder had only moved 0.000001 meters. They asked:
"Jia'er, has anything changed?"
Jia'er's almond-shaped eyes were wide open and fixed on her gaze:
"Yes, yes, yes, there are changes!"
"That's good!"
Hearing him say that, everyone felt more confident and worked even harder.
"3! 2! 1!"
"come on!"
At the foot of the snow-capped mountain, a group of people were pushing a large rock with great momentum.
Strictly speaking, this is not a large rock, but a boulder, and a boulder that fell from the sky.
The stone came down in the middle of the night, when everyone in the tribe was fast asleep, including Jia'er. In his sleep, he only felt the ground shake three times and he was jolted, but he didn't pay attention to it. He scratched his bottom, turned over, and went back to sleep.
When they woke up the next morning and came to the place with their tools, they were all dumbfounded. Such a huge boulder was blocking the river mouth.
The tribespeople looked at each other from below, somewhat at a loss.
For the past few months, everyone has been working diligently and has almost finished digging the river channel, which stretches long and winding all the way to Heyan Village at the foot of the mountain. Now, as long as the river inlet is opened up to connect with the vital Qingjin Pass, the river water coming down from the foot of the snow mountain will split into two branches here, one flowing through the Muyun tribe and the other flowing through Heyan Village, without interfering with each other.
This was supposed to be a win-win situation, and the tribespeople had planned it all out perfectly. But just before the river mouth was to be dug, a huge rock suddenly fell down one night with a loud thud.
The boulder landed precisely at the confluence of the two rivers, making it impossible for anyone to connect them now.
"3! 2! 1!"
"come on!"
The "Cheer for the Future" concerto kept playing, and the scene looked quite exciting, if not for the fact that the giant rock didn't move an inch.
Little Cotton and the others stood aside watching the scene, their faces showing unbearable discomfort.
Is this what you call a change? I've been busy all morning, and the stone is still in the pit, not moved at all.
Someone sighed quietly, then stepped forward, patted Jia'er's bottom, and gestured for him to get down.
"Huh? What?" Jia'er was shouting enthusiastically, and he was reluctant to get down.
So Aono picked him up and then said to him:
"Could we ask your mother to come and help? Look, everyone's been working on it for ages, but the stone hasn't moved an inch."
"What?" Koji exclaimed in surprise, "It hasn't moved at all?"
"Bang!" He was suddenly hit on the head.
"Weren't you just shouting excitedly up there? Can't you see whether you were moving or not?"
Jia'er held his head and said:
"I, I, I didn't see it clearly, I just felt it move..."
Everyone was speechless; it turned out that the little dragon was just a source of psychological comfort.
"So what do we do now?" Jia'er asked, scratching his head.
"Could we ask your mother to come over? See if she can help?" Qingye discussed with him. In the entire clan, apart from him, no one dared to ask his mother.
Should he go ask his mother? But his mother had just told him…
Jia'er's eyes darted around, and after a long while, he replied, "Okay."
"Really? That's great!" Little Cotton and the others clapped their hands with joy.
Jia'er nodded, and everyone watched as he happily ran off into the distance.
Everyone intended to sit and wait for him and his mother, but after Xiaolong ran off into the distance, he returned shortly afterward.
He moved so fast that everyone thought he had just gone down, turned around, and came back up.
You're back?
"Yes."
Did you see your mother or not?
“I saw her, Mother said she wasn’t coming,” Jia’er said, biting her sleeve.
"Really?" No one wanted to believe it.
"Really?" Jia'er loosened her sleeve again.
People still refused to believe whether the boy had actually gone to see his mother. Judging from his expression, it seemed like he had, but also like he hadn't... Wait, could he really go home so quickly?
"Now that things have come to this, let me handle it!"
While everyone was still deep in thought, Xiaolong suddenly blurted out this sentence.
Huh? He solved it? He solved what?
Before anyone could react, Jia'er had already walked confidently to the front of the boulder and looked up at it.
Wow, that's so tall... no, wait.
Hmph, it's just a small pebble, not worth mentioning.
With a serious expression, Jia'er began to walk away. After walking a certain distance, he turned around and stopped. Then he turned around, half-squatted, and prepared to rise.
Seeing his expression, everyone wondered what he was up to.
Just as someone was about to ask a question, Jia'er suddenly said:
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!"
...
Suddenly, Xiaolong's powerful shouts rang out across the land, as he sounded the horn for his charge.
All they saw was his mouth agape, his fists clenched, his body bent over, and he was about to...
"Ya~ ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya." Jia'er shouted and then suddenly rushed forward.
He ran away suddenly, which startled everyone.
In that instant, Aono knew what Koji was about to do, and he rushed forward, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Koji, stop!"
Unfortunately, Xiaolong had already taken that leap, and no one could stop him.
Jia'er, who was running halfway, looked at the boulder and cheered himself on as he ran. When he was still a few meters away from the boulder, he suddenly jumped and rushed into the air.
"ah!"
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.
Koji's figure drew an arc in the air, and as he approached the boulder, he raised his right leg!
"Father and Mother, please protect me!!!"
Jia'er silently recited the command in his mind, and then suddenly swept his leg down.
"Jia'er, no!" Xiaolong faintly heard Qingye's cries from below, but it was too late.
The next second.
"Crack!"
A sound came from the air.
Everyone then witnessed the young dragon making intimate contact with the boulder, and for a moment, everyone held their breath.
The collision between the □□ and the cold stone was bound to have an obvious result.
Someone in the crowd closed their eyes.
The next second, Koji's body was thrown away—he was thrown far away, and the moment he landed, he immediately knelt on one knee to support himself.
At this moment, both man and boulder were silent.
The people standing by were too shocked to utter a sound. This little boy, barely a teenager, dared to go and head-on confront this huge rock by himself...
Aono felt his blood freeze and he could no longer move. At that moment, he experienced what it meant to be utterly annihilated.
The tiny figure on the ground... he couldn't even reach out to touch it; his body was stiff and he couldn't move.
The crowd fell into a deathly silence, with each person able to hear the other's breathing.
Just when everyone thought this was the end, about three or four seconds later, other sounds suddenly came from the air.
All I heard was a "click, click, click".
After a few sounds, the boulder suddenly split in the middle, shattering into countless pieces that rolled down at everyone's feet, filling the air with dust.
Right at this moment.
"Hahahahahaha!" Jia'er's arrogant laughter suddenly rang out. Everyone looked at Xiaolong, who had just been kneeling on one knee, now standing up like a peerless hero, and cheering at the shattered boulder: "I did it!"
The laughter was like a clear spring, instantly dispelling all the fear and unease in everyone's hearts. Only after hearing his laughter did everyone come back to their senses.
What terrible thing had they just experienced? One by one, everyone regained their senses, as if they had all come back to life.
Wait, is Xiaolong alright?
Once this fact was confirmed, everyone gasped and exhaled repeatedly. Thank goodness! Thank goodness!
The little dragon is really alright!
When they saw the figure in front of them stand up energetically, everyone was both surprised and delighted.
Surprisingly, this kid actually kicked the rock and broke it!
The good thing is that this kid kicked such a big rock and was actually unharmed!
Regardless of what happened, the hearts of everyone present quietly settled back into their chests.
This thing is terrifying!
Everyone felt a pang of sympathy, and then they all rushed over to look at the silly boy who was still laughing.
"You brat, how dare you kick that big rock?"
"Jia'er, are you really alright?"
Someone was pinching and squeezing everywhere.
"It seems like everything is really alright."
"You're so amazing!"
"Just as formidable as your mother."
Jia'er was so immersed in everyone's praise that he couldn't pull himself out of it. He continued to chuckle foolishly, "Of course I'm amazing!"
Seeing the person who was just worried so much now laughing so happily in the crowd, Qingye Xiaomian and the others were so angry that they couldn't help but go up and flick his forehead one by one.
So, after the loud bang, all that remained on the land were the sounds of "bang bang bang" being flicked on the forehead and Xiaolong's pleas for mercy.
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