Chapter 4 004 Nuwa did not create humans to improve food (……
Nezha peeling the dragon's tendons gave me such a great stimulation that even though it was a dream, I felt like I was there, especially the way he looked at me at the end. I really couldn't connect him with Little Lotus.
Little Lotus is different from Nezha. That's the only way I can comfort myself.
"Ayu, did you sleep well last night?"
Little Lotus's cheerful voice rang out. Look, how well-behaved Little Lotus is.
I really wanted to say that I didn’t sleep well at all, but when the words came to my lips, they turned into, “very good.” Well, I just followed my heart.
Another petal of the small lotus fell, and a dragonfly landed on the tip of the petal. I deliberately jumped out of the water, and the dragonfly was startled by me and flew far away. My mood suddenly became much better.
"Is it fun to scare dragonflies?" asked Little Lotus.
"That's fun." I wagged my tail and dove into the pool. The weather was getting hotter, but the bottom was still cooler. Even under the scorching sun, the water temperature had risen a few degrees. I wondered why Qianyuan Mountain, where the immortals lived, couldn't be spring all year round.
Thinking about last night's dream, I really wanted to chat with Xiao Lianhua. But I was afraid that if I talked too much, Xiao Lianhua would recall her past. Our personalities are so different, and I can't think of any other explanation besides amnesia.
"By the way, Little Lotus, please don't be angry if I ask you a question."
Little Lotus said patiently, "Do you want to eat lotus seeds?"
"Can I really eat lotus seeds? No, no, it's not about the lotus seeds! Do you think that in your eyes, eating is all I think about?"
Little Lotus remained silent.
I suddenly remembered what I said earlier and smiled sheepishly, "You know, I'm just an ordinary little carp with a bad memory."
Little Lotus didn't dwell on this matter and asked, "So what problem are you talking about?"
I moved a little closer and asked, "Have you ever heard of the carp leaping over the dragon gate?"
Little Lotus said, "Never. Tell me, how do you explain it?"
I continued, circling the lotus stem, "I heard that a carp can transform into a dragon if it jumps over the Dragon Gate."
As soon as I finished speaking, the murderous aura that surged in an instant shook me out of the lotus pond. I once again experienced the feeling of a flying fish in the air. My heart was beating wildly, and before it could calm down, the lotus stem shot out and tied me up tightly, like tying up a dragon, and brought me to the lotus with two petals opened.
"You want to turn into a dragon?"
Little Lotus said nonchalantly. The murderous aura had vanished without a trace, as if it were just my illusion. But I'm sure it wasn't. Unless you tell me the flying fish in the sky were also an illusion.
Even with her amnesia, Little Lotus still harbored considerable hostility towards the word "dragon." She couldn't tell if it was intentional, but she just wanted to test it.
As expected.
I blinked, about to ignore the oppressive feeling in front of me, "Not really, I just want to know if there is such a saying, if not, forget it."
The little lotus didn't put me down. If it had an expression, it would probably be staring at me at this moment, and its eyes might even be a little cold.
"Unheard of." Little Lotus's tone became cold and indifferent, which seemed to be somewhat similar to the young man in red clothes and silver armor in the dream.
I squirmed uncomfortably and said, "Can you put me down? I'm feeling a little uncomfortable."
The next second, the lotus stem carried me to the lotus leaf. The feeling of freedom was truly wonderful. I stayed peacefully on the lotus leaf, not regretting the words I had just said that almost provoked Little Lotus's murderous intent.
"Little Lotus, are you in a bad mood?"
Little Lotus: "How do you say that?"
Me: "You reacted so strongly when I mentioned dragons. Do you have a grudge against dragons?"
As brave as I am, I actually faced the person who slayed the dragon.
The little lotus did not have the murderous aura like before. It seemed to have calmed down, but its tone was still out of the little lotus's style, with a hint of arrogance in its coldness.
"What's so good about a demon dragon? It's not as free as a carp spirit."
What it said was really lame. If a carp could transform into a dragon, that would be evolution, just like Magikarp evolving into Gyarados... Wait, Magikarp? Gyarados?
I suddenly fell into deep thought.
It doesn’t seem impossible.
The little lotus poked me with its lotus stem, interrupting my thoughts on evolving into a Gyarados.
"If you really want to transform into a dragon, it's not impossible."
The little lotus suddenly said, I opened my eyes wide, feeling touched by its consideration for me, but I didn’t expect its next sentence to shock me to death.
"Once I have slain all the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas, you will take the throne of the Dragon King, making the clouds rain and dispelling disasters and bestowing blessings. My friend, you will naturally do better than those evil dragons!"
This is going too far, my friend!
Although I really wanted to separate Little Lotus from the Nezha in my dream, the emotions Little Lotus was showing at the moment always made me feel that my wishes were not fulfilled. I even suspected that it had not lost its memory.
Different versions of Nezha have slightly different personalities. And what about the character I'm facing right now, before it even fully blossoms?
Although I often think that the image of Nezha from any film or television work cannot be brought in, when I really think about it, other versions of Nezha become reference objects.
Little Lotus seemed to be lost in her own world, and didn't speak for a long time. I didn't urge her, because I had my own troubles.
In fact, when I discovered that Little Lotus still harbored a huge hatred for dragons, I knew that in time it would become Nezha. After that, can we still be friends?
My friend Xiao Lianhua has great ambitions.
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Drip.
The general's mansion was shrouded in damp rain and fog on a rainy night. The lights in the mansion were on, flickering like a ghostly fire.
I knew I was dreaming again.
It seems that since then, I have started to dream frequently. This must not be my fault. With my small brain now, I really can’t think of what kind of dream I can have.
"The Third Young Master has caused trouble again. The Master is furious, and the Madam is in tears all day long..."
The maidservants who were not far away and bowed their heads were whispering to each other, and then left in a hurry with a cough.
I looked at the person coughing. He looked like a housekeeper or something. He looked toward the southwest corner and sighed deeply.
After Nezha killed the Third Dragon Prince, the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas sent down heavy rains, forcing Li Jing to hand over Nezha, otherwise Chentang Pass would be flooded.
Li Jing confined Nezha in a separate courtyard in the southwest corner and forbade him to go out again.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one could see me, I walked slowly towards the southwest. On the way, I met patrolling soldiers and maids coming and going. Everything was in order, as if nothing unexpected had happened.
How strange! I thought there would be chaos in the mansion.
My impression of Nezha is still stuck on the red bellyband and the two small hairpins. If I were to see Nezha in this look, I probably wouldn't be intimidated. People who look like children always get some preferential treatment.
But the young Nezha has a bit more hostility. Even though he is a beautiful boy, he is still scary.
The filter of childhood is not very accurate.
I tiptoed quietly into the courtyard, feeling like a thief. I didn't want to do this, but it was the safest way. Of course, it would be even safer not to go in.
The lights were also on in the bedroom in the courtyard, and the shadow of the young man was reflected on the window. I stopped and didn't move forward. I squatted under the eaves and cleared my mind.
Why do we dream?
Why did I dream of Chentang Pass?
Besides, is this really just a dream?
The dream was too real, which really made people feel alert.
I don't know how long it took, but the bedroom light flickered, creaked, and a cold figure walked out of the room. The young man holding the lamp stood under the eaves, his eyes fixed on me.
He can really see me.
The atmosphere felt a bit tense. I stood up and met his gaze. Should I ask, "Why can you see me?" or declare, "I'm not a thief?" or even just kneel down and beg for mercy? Of the three options, I chose the fourth.
I pointed to my cheek and asked, "Face, does it still hurt?"
The dragon's blood that day had dripped onto his cheeks, emitting wisps of white smoke, like sulfuric acid dripping onto skin. But now, under the lantern's light, the boy's cheeks were still white and smooth.
It got better too quickly!
The young man walked towards me, the raindrops fell on his body but bounced away gently.
"Were you there that day?" The young man asked after looking at me for a while.
I nodded.
He raised his hand towards me and penetrated.
"ghost?"
I:……
"It's not a ghost. Well, actually, I don't know what it is now. If possible, please don't destroy me as a demon."
"Negotiate terms with me?" he asked casually.
This tone is really infuriating!
"It's just a suggestion." I really took it seriously.
It's nothing like Little Lotus.
The young man frowned and said nothing. After a while, he turned around and said, "Come in."
I'm really flattered.
I followed the boy into his bedroom, and the light in the bedroom was lit again.
The boy's bedroom was simple and elegant. As I was admiring it, I suddenly heard him ask:
"Tell me, did I do something wrong?"
This sudden question really caught me off guard.
"Asking me this question? I think it's a bit inappropriate."
The boy raised his eyes: "What do you mean?"
Me: "First of all, I'm neither a commoner from Chentang Pass nor a small-time soldier from the East China Sea. Secondly, I think you shouldn't waste your energy on internal affairs."
Nezha and internal friction don't seem to be connected at all.
"I just do whatever I want. If I decide to do good, but I still have to consider the consequences, then should I still do it? I thought about it over and over again, and finally decided not to do good. But should I consider the consequences of not doing good? Regardless of whether this good deed is good or not, the result will always be a far cry from what I imagined. But so what? At least at the moment I do good, I feel refreshed!"
The boy stared at me with sharp eyes.
It makes me extremely uncomfortable.
"You killed the dragon because it committed evil. This is good. But a dragon's duty is to make the clouds and rain. Since you are worshipped by humans, but you don't do your job, this is evil. When you commit evil and no one intervenes, this is called having no place to seek redress. If no one seeks redress for me, then I can only break the rules."
I stretched lazily. "The evil dragons commit evil because no one cares, because they think it's right. It's natural for the gods to be worshipped by mortals, but the disasters in the world have not decreased. What's the point of worshipping the gods?"
"Human sacrifices? What's the matter? Aren't there enough pigs, cattle, and sheep? Are you complaining about the large population? I don't think Nuwa created humans just to improve the food..."
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