Chapter 49 Judge Ten's Mother
Three leaves represent bad luck.
Bai He also stared at the flat bowl in his arms, frowning slightly, and tapped his fingers twice on the armrest of the wheelchair. Two bony fish broke out of the ground, dragging the chains that were crackling in the earth veins, and obediently surrendered to his knees.
He took out a few incense towers from his sleeve and threw them away.
Bony fish leap into the air to fight for food, and the sound of their scales colliding is as crisp as jade.
Just as Bai He was concentrating on throwing bait to feed the fish, a black shadow hung upside down from the beam, with bangs drooping, revealing two pitch-black eyes, and the eerie ghostly aura scared the bone fish so much that they fled in all directions.
Long Zhu kicked the fish head away, opened his mouth and bit the fragrant tower thrown in the air, and bit it into pieces with a "crunch".
Bai He quickly put away the two demon servants and said helplessly, "Don't keep scaring them."
Long Zhu sat down cross-legged: "Conditioned reflex."
Bai He also moved his fingers slightly in his sleeves, and a fragrant tower fell accurately into her palm.
This incense tower is not much different from the "bait", and the spiritual power contained in it is more mellow.
Long Zhu never hid his emotions, and upon seeing this, he straightened up: "Did you make this especially for me?"
Bai He also said: "...not specifically."
His lips moved, and after a while he finally explained, "It's very troublesome to make fish feed."
The long-tailed tit on the table flapped its wings and flew up, as if complaining to its former owner Long Zhu for abandoning it, and pounced on the other's forehead.
After being pecked twice, the dragon bamboo suddenly snatched the plump white bird from mid-air and curiously stretched and flattened it. "Interesting! Is this also considered a weapon forging?"
Bai He also sent a burst of spiritual energy, freeing the poor bird from the dragon bamboo's clutches. "I haven't injected much spiritual energy yet, so I can't withstand your abuse."
"You seem to know a lot of things," Long Zhu propped up his head, "the art of Qimen, the art of refining weapons, and..."
She looked down, thinking of the black-patterned restriction she had seen before.
Bai He also remained calm, turned his wheelchair around, and said calmly, "If you live in the mountains for a long time, you have to find more things to do."
"You've never been out?" Long Zhu tilted his head and raised a finger: "Is it because of that restriction?"
Bai He was also vague: "I guess so."
Long Zhu stared at the other person: "Hey..."
Bai He felt a chill in his heart. He leaned back sharply and alertly, and his wheelchair retreated half a foot silently. "What's going on?"
Long Zhu suddenly reached out and lifted the hem of his Taoist robe.
"How dare you!" Bai He also slapped her wrist, but she caught it with her backhand.
She grabbed the man's ankles and, with an expression of innocent curiosity on her face, pushed them down onto the grass.
Bai He's expression also changed suddenly, his pupils suddenly shrank, as if he was struck by lightning, and he suddenly clenched the armrest, the veins on the back of his hand suddenly bulged, and the purple blood vessels were vaguely visible.
What was surprising was that the moment his toes touched the ground, the soil dissolved like quicksand, swallowing up half of his instep.
Long Zhu immediately let go, allowing the other person to pull his foot back onto the wheelchair tread with mud and sand.
"No wonder you can't walk," Long Zhu suddenly realized: "What does it feel like when the restriction touches the ground?"
Bai He also said with a cold expression: "Don't bother."
"Wheelchair, house, coffin," Long Zhu thought thoughtfully, "So that's how it is."
These three things were made from the same special wood. They were not only cages designed for him to prevent the ban from getting out of control, but also protective shields to prevent him from being swallowed by the earth.
Long Zhu raised his head and saw the evening clouds like fire above the bamboo forest.
She suddenly said, "I'll take you to see something."
Without waiting for a response, she picked the person up from the wheelchair and held him horizontally in her arms.
Bai He's perfect expression cracked for a second: "You——"
"If you fall in, I'm not responsible for pulling you out of the dirt."
She threatened calmly, walked around Yusheng who was running up in a hurry, leaped up, and walked all the way to the top of the mountain along the treetops.
The evening wind was howling, the back of the person in my arms was tense, the wide sleeves of his Taoist robe fluttered like crane wings, and when it brushed across my cheeks, it brought with it a familiar scent of agarwood, but it could no longer calm my heart.
Lubo Mountain is a mountain with continuous terrain and towering peaks.
On the top of the mountain, there is an old, twisted pine tree with tangled branches and knots, standing high up and looking down upon all living things.
It was dusk and sunset in the distance, the clouds were covered with rosy clouds, and the beautiful scenery between them was breathtaking.
Long Zhu flew over in a few seconds. She first placed the white crane on a branch, and then squatted beside it, holding onto the trunk.
"Does it look good?" she asked suddenly with great interest.
In the distance, the mountains were like waves, the setting sun sank into the sea of clouds, and the afterglow dyed the faces of both of them golden red.
Bai He was also stunned, and his clenched knuckles unconsciously loosened.
"Why?" he asked in a low voice.
Long Zhu hugged his knees, looked at the dazzling glow between the sea of clouds, and murmured, "Because it's beautiful."
The mountain breeze blew past her ears, making her slightly messy hair even more messy.
Long Zhu looked up, feeling the cool temperature, his mind seemed to have flown away into the sky.
She took out the incense tower she had hidden, broke it in half, and handed him half of it: "Try it? You made it."
Bai He also stared at her palm for a long time, speechless, but still reached out to take it.
The wind from the pine trees blew past my ears, and the sound of the bell from the Taoist temple came from afar.
He looked at the half-piece of the incense tower in his palm and said: "There are nine monsters in the world, and their lifespans are as long as the sky. You know you can't die, so why do you still try to find ways to die?"
"A long time ago," Long Zhu chewed the incense tower in his mouth and sniffed the rich sandalwood scent in his mouth, "I met a man who told me that as long as I died, I could go home."
"Where is your home?"
"I've forgotten it a long time ago," Long Zhu pointed in the direction of the setting sun, "but the scenery there is very similar, that feeling of going back and forth without end."
"Then who was the person who told you the method?"
"It's been too long, I can't remember clearly," Long Zhu shook his head. "Long hair and wide sleeves, like a Taoist priest."
Bai He also thought that if someone described it this way, he might not be from this era.
"The scenery here is indeed nice." He suddenly spoke, as if considerately trying to change the somewhat sad topic.
Long Zhu held the incense tower in his mouth and said vaguely: "Oh, do you want to thank me?"
“…”
Bai He also sighed. Although he was sitting on a tree branch, he still kept his back straight with his hands on his knees, giving a sense of sitting upright.
The mountain wind howled and the leaves rustled, as if at a certain moment, it brought him back to a scene long ago.
It is also under such old trees on the top of the mountain that the setting sun melts into gold, the mountains stand tall, the sea of clouds surges like waves, and the rosy clouds spread out like embroidered brocade.
A woman in a white Taoist robe stood under the tree, arms folded, and said in a cheerful voice, "Does it look good?"
The boy around him, about seven or eight years old, nodded eagerly, smiling shyly: "It looks good!"
The woman turned her head to "look" at him and raised her eyebrows: "Then you have to take a good look for me."
She closed her eyes, and there was a circle of black forbidden marks on her eyes.
The boy's eyes widened upon hearing this, and he said confidently, "Yeah!"
…
Bai He also came back to his senses. Long Zhu was approaching eagerly, her eyes full of expectation: "You really don't want me to move the restriction for you?" She lowered her head and poked the other's knee: "Your restriction seems to be really strong. Maybe I can go home."
Bai He's mouth twitched, he pulled up his clothes and turned to the side: "No."
"If you don't agree, then I won't take you down the mountain," Long Zhu blinked. "How about this?"
Bai He also: "..."
Facing those eyes that were visibly filled with resentment, Long Zhu paused for a moment, then smiled and tried to regain the trust of both parties: "I was just kidding."
Bai He also looked wary: "I took it seriously."
Long Zhu: “…”
Bai He also leisurely shifted his gaze, thinking that he actually had a hundred ways to get down the mountain by himself.
But he decided not to tell her yet.
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"Doctor Zhou, are you working overtime again?"
"Well, there's a record that needs to be filled."
In the office, Zhou Qin took off her white coat, gathered the messy case files on the desk and put them into the drawer. While tidying up, she knocked over a yellowed photo frame leaning against the computer. She paused and carefully picked up the photo frame.
The photo shows a family of three with bright smiles.
Zhou Qin stroked the corner of the photo frame, wondering what she was thinking.
There were dark circles under her eyes, her lips were chapped, and she looked haggard, as if she hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.
The distance from the town clinic to my home is not far. After dusk, the sky quickly darkens. The gaps between the retro floral tiles in the stairwell are filled with a goose-yellow halo, which is broken step by step by the shadow that breaks in woodenly.
Zhou Qin stood at the door, with the key in the keyhole, but she didn't turn it.
Her fingers were trembling slightly, as if there was some terrible beast hiding behind the door.
"Xiaoyuan...Mom is back."
The voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, as if afraid of disturbing something.
Zhou Qin took a deep breath and finally turned the key——
There was dead silence inside the door.
The light in the entrance hall was not on, and the living room was shrouded in darkness.
The slippers were neatly placed next to the shoe cabinet, and there was a glass of cool water on the coffee table. Everything was the same as when she left in the morning.
Boom, boom, boom.
A small red ball jumped out of a room, hit the wall at the end of the corridor, and rolled to her feet.
Zhou Qin's breathing stopped for a moment, and she bent down to pick up the ball.
"Xiaoyuan?" she called softly, "Are you... home?"
No one answered.
But there seemed to be a faint light coming from the room where the ball rolled out.
Zhou Qin walked towards the door step by step.
The footsteps were particularly clear in the empty house, and every step seemed to be stepping on one's nerves.
The door of the room was open, and warm yellow light streamed in, accompanied by the rustling sound of pages turning.
Mother?
Are you back?
Zhou Yuan's voice came from the room, clear and bright, just like usual.
Zhou Qin's fingertips touched the door handle, and the chill of the metal meandered up along her fingers and penetrated into her bones.
She bit her lower lip so hard she could almost taste blood.
"Yes, Mom is back." She heard herself answer, her voice unusually steady.
Mom, Sister Xinyi and Brother Liuyang all have friends.
Can I make friends too?
Zhou Qin stood at the door, her nails digging deep into her palms.
She fixed her eyes on a certain spot, then moved them along, slowly looking up, until she even stretched her neck and tried her best to roll her eyeballs.
"When Xiaoyuan grows up, he will naturally be able to make friends."
Hahahaha, mom, you are lying!
You must not want me to make friends because I am too stupid and they will hurt me, burn me with cigarette butts, and send big black dogs to bite me.
"Xiao, Xiaoyuan..."
Mom, Xiaoyuan listens to you. Why can’t you listen to Xiaoyuan?
Mom, Xiaoyuan loves mom the most.
A tear slid down from the corner of Zhou Qin's wet eyes.
Even though she was maintaining an extremely strange posture, she opened her arms tremblingly, showing a clear-headed awareness like a moth to a flame.
"Mom loves... you too."
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