The door to the room was locked, and the low sobs inside the closed door gradually turned hysterical.
The girl's cries echoed throughout the small courtyard.
Outside the door, two figures stood silently facing each other.
The wind in early summer carries a faint smell of moisture, mixed with the faint fragrance of jujube flowers, turbid but cool.
He Chaoyun obviously knew what the image stones were. When Lingchu and the young man surnamed Jiang came to the door, the moment they saw the image stones, the girl's eyes suddenly lit up. She hesitated and took the two photos expectantly. stone.
Locking herself in the room, the eight-year-old girl activated the image stone with anxiety and a glimmer of hope.
The two figures who appeared in front of them smiled tenderly at the girl.
The tears that He Chaoyun had been holding back rolled down.
"Daddy, grandma..."
Outside the house, Lingchu listened to the crying of the children in the house, from low to high, and then gradually became inaudible.
Different from the harsh voice of the child on the carriage, it sounded inexplicably sentimental to Lingchu's ears.
The room, which had been quiet for a long time, finally opened with a creak until the stars filled the sky.
With a pair of black and round eyes, the eye circles were red at the moment, the small nose was also red, and the tears were still wet on his face. He Chaoyun opened his clear eyes and glanced at the two of them.
His eyes paused for a while on the gentle Lingchu and the expressionless young man named Jiang, and finally walked over to Lingchu's side with his short legs.
"Sister, do daddy and mom live in the sky? Mom said that after death, people will become stars in the sky and look at their relatives on the ground. Are daddy and mom looking at me too?"
The clear eyes reflected Lingchu's face, as clean and simple as a clear spring.
After a person dies, his soul naturally returns to the Nine Netherworld, so there is no such thing as ascending to heaven and becoming a star.
This is nothing more than a well-intentioned comfort in this world.
Lingchu knew this well, but was unwilling to erase this goodwill.
Squatting down, Lingchu took He Chaoyun's soft little hand, with a faint smile on his face, and nodded affirmatively, "They will definitely guard you."
Following Lingchu's words, He Chaoyun's clear eyes instantly lit up, as bright as stars in the sky.
The young man named Jiang standing aside had his eyes lowered and said nothing.
...
Two people lived in Mr. He's house at the end of Zaoshu Lane, Mr. He's friends.
Temporarily take care of He Chaoyun for Mr. He.
The neighbors in Zaoshu Lane were a little worried. They looked at them one by one several times and saw that the two men were outstandingly handsome and had a clear and clean demeanor. Everyone who met them felt relieved.
Early in the morning, He family.
The sweet and rich aroma of rice porridge floats in the He family's small yard. The thick and golden millet porridge is fragrant. The plump red dates add a sweetness to the millet porridge.
Thinly chopped shredded salad, fried green vegetables, pickles from the famous pickle shop in Yucheng, and a cage of snow-white vegetarian steamed buns.
A simple but hearty breakfast is placed on the table.
Worrying about Xiao Chaoyun's filial piety, Lingchu made the breakfast himself. The breakfast he bought didn't have a trace of meaty taste, and even the oil used for cooking was rapeseed oil.
He Chaoyun cried so much last night that he woke up a little late this morning. He was still aroused by the glutton in his stomach, and his stomach was growling.
Even after washing up, the circles under his eyes were still swollen. He Chaoyun sat at the dinner table, looking at Lingchu with some embarrassment and happiness.
Lingchu touched He Chaoyun's head. This child had a very good character.
Obediently holding the spoon, he scooped out the thick and sweet millet porridge. After eating the warm porridge, He Chaoyun suddenly felt that his cold hands and feet felt much warmer.
Even my spirit, which had always been a little wilted, was lifted a little.
The young man surnamed Jiang got up early and danced his sword in the morning sun. At this time, he put away his sword and walked past the dining room to his residence.
"Big brother! Don't you have breakfast?"
He Chaoyun had sharp eyes, and while eating breakfast, he still caught sight of the young man named Jiang passing by, and shouted in a soft voice.
Lingchu bit the bun and looked at the young man named Jiang curiously. To be honest, Lingchu didn't even know why this fellow Taoist stayed. He was soft-hearted, but this monk named Jiang didn't look like he was there. Good people.
Foundation-building monks can actually live without grains.
Three meals a day is far away from most monks.
Lingchu didn't think that the young man named Jiang would come to eat.
Facing He Chaoyun's clean and clear eyes and glancing at Lingchu's watchful eyes, the young man surnamed Jiang paused, changed direction, and went straight to the dining table.
He sat down neatly, reached out and scooped out a bowl of porridge, sat opposite He Chaoyun, and ate it leisurely.
Seeing that his eldest brother had indeed come over for dinner, He Chaoyun smiled happily and his food became even more delicious.
Father, mother, and grandpa are eating with Chao Yun.
He Chaoyun lowered his head and took a mouthful of porridge, his eyes half lowered to cover the sourness in his eyes.
Lowering their heads, there was no way they could hide this from the monk's spiritual consciousness. Lingchu and the two of them, who had everything in sight, remained silent.
This kind of thing can only be left to time.
Time always flows quietly, and before you know it, the jujube flowers in Zaoshu Lane are full of blooms, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter.
The observance of filial piety on the 7749th day ends today.
He Chaoyun, who had taken off his mourning clothes, was still wearing plain clothes and pigtails, sitting uneasily in the lobby.
The sister is on the left and the brother is on the right.
He Chaoyun's white and tender little face was squeezed into a ball, and his usually clever brows and eyes showed a deep tangle.
"Chaoyun, you have a tough mind and good bones. You are suitable for learning swordsmanship. I can arrange your place." The young man surnamed Jiang said calmly, and his eyes fell on He Chaoyun. Although he was not very gentle, he was better than peaceful. .
Lingchu glanced at the young man named Jiang, and it turned out that he was attracted by Xiao Chaoyun's qualifications, which was a good thing.
"Xiao Chaoyun, although I didn't bring a specific spiritual instrument, you are still very compatible with the spiritual power of gold and water. If you want to practice Taoism, you must have good qualifications. If you are willing, you can also come with me. Cultivation and enlightenment." Lingchu said with a smile and a warm voice.
Because of the incident in the cave, she had already missed the Immortal Sect Conference in Tianyuan City. She happened to be planning to go back to the sect, so she might as well take Xiao Chaoyun with her.
As a direct disciple of True Lord Yuanying, Lingchu can still recommend his disciples to get started.
The Sanqing Dao Sect would never raise a crooked child.
"I follow my brother and sister. Will my brother and sister be my master? Will I be with my brother and sister?" He Chaoyun grabbed the hem of his clothes and asked through gritted teeth.
Lingchu and the young man named Jiang were both startled, and then both shook their heads.
"With my cultivation, I can't accept a disciple, and we won't be together forever, but no matter what, we can see each other."
The young man named Jiang didn't say much, and Lingchu opened his mouth to explain.
He Chaoyun raised his head, looked at Lingchu, and then at the young man named Jiang. His small brows wrinkled again and again, thinking over and over in his mind.
Finally, He Chaoyun focused his gaze on one person's face.
