Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, a dream he had for many years.
Did Zhuang Zhou dream of a butterfly, or did the butterfly transform Zhou Zhuang?
Zhang Qiling sat blankly on the threshold, staring straight at his hand. It was dark as if he had just climbed out of the ashes. This was not his hand.
This is…
The hands of a two-year-old child!
Zhang Qiling suddenly looked back, and saw a scene that was far away in his memory but not forgotten, because here he met... the person who made him feel heartbroken but also missed him day and night.
In the yard, there were horrific corpses soaked in rain. They stared at the door with eyes fixed on their faces. The wounds on their bodies caused blood and flesh to surge, and their bones were exposed to the tiny sunlight.
Courtyard, corpses, rain.
He...went back to the past!
It was here that he met that elegant man.
This realization caused Zhang Qiling to overflow with countless joys in an instant, and his big round eyes became moist in an instant, with tears rolling down his cheeks. His hands were digging at the threshold tightly, and his chest was heaving violently.
Does going back to the past mean that he can still meet him?
"Hey, the kid is crying so sadly. I'll give you a flower to stop crying."
Zhang Qiling's eyes were filled with tears. He blinked subconsciously. The tears fell on a small white wild flower. The yellow stamens and pointed petals revealed vitality. He looked at the hand holding the flower in front of him. , he suddenly looked up and saw the person he thought about day and night.
The young man was wearing a very classic azure robe. He walked out from the death and blood in the village, with a touch of compassion in his smiling brows and a small wild flower between his fingertips.
Xie Chen looked at the child who was dumbfounded and crying, and gently put the fingertip flower into the child's palm, "Stop crying, okay? I'll take you to buy candy."
Zhang Qiling trembled all over. He tightly grasped the wild flower in his hand and used all his strength to squeeze out from his throat: "Okay..."
He tried his best to suppress the surging emotions and carefully raised his arms toward Xie Chen.
Xie Chen looked at the little boy who was about to hug him. The child was a small ball, his face looked like a tabby cat because of crying, and his little body was twitching.
He chuckled lightly, but still did not dislike this little boy who looked like a black pot. He picked him up with one hand, weighing about... less than twenty pounds, and held him lightly in his arms.
Zhang Qiling put his little head on Xie Chen's shoulder but couldn't help but sob. The man's hands patted his back again and again, they were gentle.
Xie Chen's voice was casual: "You're such a crybaby and a dirty little boy. How about I call you Xiaohei from now on..."
"No, Xiao Hei." Zhang Qiling retorted loudly with a choked voice. The blind man always pestered Xie Chen and was the most annoying.
His eyes were wide open because of the emotion, and he looked cute.
Xie Chen is still very easy to talk to such a cute cub, even though he is now like an iron pot and has become a spirit: "Okay, what is your name?"
"They said, my surname is Zhang." He was still crying.
"Then let's call it Xiao Xiao Zhang. You can make up your own mind about the name after you gain knowledge." Xie Chen's words were exactly the same as before, casual and indifferent.
Zhang Qiling placed his dependent chin on Xie Chen's shoulder, looking at the blood and darkness left behind. This picture could never be forgotten in his memory. The village was looted by bandits and everyone died.
Xie Chen's embrace was still so warm and stable, and he couldn't let go of it.
The village is getting farther and farther away from him, and the warmth is getting closer and closer to him, closest to his heart.
Zhang Qiling raised his little hand and looked at the wild flowers in his palm. Although it was a little flattened, he whispered: "Huahua..."
"Yeah, flowers."
Zhang Qiling suddenly remembered that Xie Wuyu was often like him, always holding a flower in his little hand and grabbing the petals when nothing happened.
It turns out that Xie Chen has always had this habit, but he never noticed it.
Zhang Qiling fell asleep in Xie Chen's arms with slight sobs.
The man was walking under the sunset with his young child in his arms, and the corners of his clothes were blown up by the wind with a wanton look.
When Zhang Qiling woke up again, he was in a soft quilt. He woke up suddenly, got up from the bed, and was stunned again.
There was a long table with a vase on it, white plaster walls, and a round window. Outside the window was a crabapple tree, and the red crabapple flowers were in full bloom at this time.
He was very familiar with this house. In his previous life, Xie Chen took him to live in this small courtyard for four years. Xie Chen became a teacher at Chaoyang Academy in Guizhou City. This was the residence he was assigned as a teacher.
It is a small courtyard, elegant and quiet. All the gentlemen from the academy live nearby, and it is filled with an atmosphere of elegance and elegance.
Until he was six years old when he went to make soy sauce on the street and was forcibly taken away by the Zhang family he met by chance.
They said that he was the lost holy infant of the Zhang family.
Since then, he has started inhuman training, which can cause skin and flesh to be torn apart and blood to flow, and bones to be broken in pieces in the most severe cases.
It was not until two years later that the head of the Zhang family died, and internal fighting broke out in the Zhang family. At this time, the Wang family appeared, and the area where the Zhang family was located was in chaos for a while. They evacuated and fought.
They were led by a middle-aged man to evacuate. They said they were evacuating, but in fact they were escaping. The Wang family was coming fiercely, and the Zhang family could not resist.
That day, there was heavy snow and strong wind.
On the narrow path in the valley, a man casually held a Tang knife and blocked their way. His hair was as long as the best silk and satin, and his eyes were covered by a piece of white silk. One-third of his face makes people pay little attention to his appearance.
But just one glance made Zhang Qiling's heart beat wildly. He knew who this person was!
It’s——Xie Chen.
The middle-aged man was wary of Laman: [What are you going to do? 】
Xie Chen ignored the middle-aged man's words, raised his hand and pointed at Zhang Qiling casually among the seven or eight children, and said in a gentle voice: "Give him to me." 】
The middle-aged man was silent.
Xie Chen took a step forward. The white silk on his face seemed to have no effect on his sight: [If you don't give him back to me before my patience with you disappears, then I will have to... kill you all and snatch him away. . 】
Xie Chen's voice was still gentle, but everyone felt a biting chill suddenly rise. For no reason, they were sure that this man could kill people, and he was good at killing people.
Everyone was beating drums in their hearts.
Zhang Qiling moved, Zhang Haike quickly grabbed his hand, and he subconsciously broke away. He was still wearing very thin clothes on a snowy day, but his movements were agile. He kicked off the mountain wall and used his strength to fly forward and do a forward flip. , fell in front of Xie Chen.
He frowned tightly, trying to reach out and grab Xie Chen's hand hanging by his side, but all the wounds on his body opened again, and the pain was so painful that he almost had no strength in his hand: "I'll go with you." 】
The middle-aged man looked deeply at men like children: [Let’s go. 】
They all left, and Xie Chen slowly turned around and walked toward the other end of the valley, with Zhang Qiling following him step by step.
Xie Chen asked casually: [Xiao Xiao Zhang, do you still remember me? 】
[Remember, Wang Mazi. 】
[Tsk, this name is so easy to remember. You still remember it. It’s not in vain. 】Xie Chen sighed calmly.
[Hmm...] Zhang Qiling was happy in his heart, even though several figures of Xie Chen's backs appeared in front of him, he shook his head vigorously.
Xie Chen paused and suddenly looked back at him. He suddenly reached out and touched his open forehead, then lifted up the hem of his clothes, exposing the bloody wounds and criss-crossing old scars to the air.
Xie Chen quietly, probably looking at his wounds,
Being stared at like this, Zhang Qiling opened his mouth shyly. Finally, his fingertips gently pulled the hem of his clothes to cover the wound, and whispered, "I'm used to it." 】
[Sorry, I'm late. 】Xie Chen gently picked him up. Zhang Qiling stiffened for a moment. He still nestled in Xie Chen's arms as quietly as he did when he was a child. He closed his eyes lightly with some embarrassment.
He is no longer a child of two or three years old, but eight years old.
The men were walking in the snowy forest with their children in their arms, and the heavy snow fell on their hair like white hair.
【your eyes? 】Zhang Qiling asked lightly.
[It’s okay, it’s just for covering your face, it’s a bit too eye-catching. 】
【oh. 】Zhang Qiling felt that this embrace was exactly the same as in his memory. He carefully pressed his cheek against Xie Chen's clothes. It was cool due to the wind and snow, but he still felt very warm.
Zhang Qiling felt the reality of all this. In fact, he had returned to this embrace in his midnight dreams many times. He put his hand gently and carefully on Xie Chen's shoulder, listening quietly to the sound of falling snow.
At this moment, he remembered something he heard somewhere.
"The Cangshan Mountain bears the snow but lives up to the years."
In the wind and snow, he reunited with his old friend.
After a while, I heard Xie Chen sighing slightly [These people who randomly snatch other people's cubs are so annoying. 】
Zhang Qiling could hear the murderous intent in it, and Xie Chen rarely got angry.
"Oh, my dear, you finally woke up!"
A woman's voice of surprise interrupted Zhang Qiling's memories, and he raised his head to look.
A woman in her forties or fifties came in and saw Zhang Qiling sitting on the bed. Her two-year-old child was so soft and cute, which made her heart soften and she couldn't help but cry out in surprise.
She reached out to hold Zhang Qiling aside, wrapped him in a quilt, and began to skillfully put a clean quilt on the bed, gathering the wet quilt into a ball.
Zhang Qiling also knew this woman. She was the aunt Xie Chen paid to clean the house. The most important thing was to cook and wash clothes for him.
Zhang Qiling's ears suddenly turned red when he saw Aunt Tian's movements. He opened and closed his lips, wanting to ask where Xie Chen was, but also thinking that he didn't know Xie Chen's name at all.
"Where's dad...?"
