Golden Greenery

Kou Kou stubbornly believed that bathing Zhuo Yang was her only privilege, and no one else was allowed to get involved.

Now Zhuo Yang is no longer the mummy he was in London Bridge Hospital just after the accident. With the recovery of spontaneous breathing and heartbeat, he looks more and more like a sleeping baby.

Peeling off the heavy bandages, Zhuoyang emerged from his cocoon and was experiencing rebirth.

The knife wounds left after he was severely injured have long since condensed into scars. Now these scars are gradually fading miraculously. Some of them have disappeared. The original wounds are as smooth as a baby's skin.

After peeling off the shell and pulling out the tube, Zhuoyang can be turned over and bathed.

Whenever it comes to the sacred moment of bathing, Kou Kou becomes a domineering heroine. Others can help turn Zhuo Yang over, but no one but herself can even think about wiping Zhuo Yang bit by bit with a warm towel.

After bathing the naked man, Kou Kou showed the glory of a pious saint. This is a holy picture, and no one will find it ridiculous or vulgar.

His body made her unable to put it down, and his mouth, eyes, ears, and nose made her want to kiss him.

After wiping him clean after taking a bath, Kou Kou began to massage his muscles. This was still her favorite. Although this was a rather strenuous physical task for her, Kou Kou still refused to let anyone interfere.

Kou Kou is familiar with Zhuo Yang's body. Because he has not exercised or even moved for a long time, his originally strong and strong muscles have become flabby. She wants to make him strong again.

Koko now has that strange dream almost every night. In the dream, she can't see anything clearly, only fire, a blazing fire. She didn't know whether fire represented light or evil, hope or destruction.

But no matter what it is, she is no longer afraid, because Zhuoyang's condition has improved significantly, and she knows that he is trying to find a way back.

Koko would sit in Zhuoyang's ear and talk to him every day, playing music that both of them liked, the music he composed for her. Kou Kou didn't know if Zhuo Yang could hear it, but she was trying to help him find his way home.

Brother Zhuoyang, you and I will defeat darkness and evil together. We will always be together in this life, the next life, and the past life.

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At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, nearly two kilometers away from the Zhuojia Waterside Pavilion, we are already near the mountain-ring highway. This was originally a barren undulating slope, but now it has become a sea of ​​flowers. Colorful flowers are densely packed and blooming towards the small courtyard in the distance.

It started right at the beginning of spring,

No one called for it, and no one organized it. First, a young man named Chen Jingxi and his girlfriend Lin Jiajia came here from Zhejiang with two pots of flowers and planted them with their own hands.

They couldn't enter the small courtyard, so they planted flowers here, and then bought many flowers to pray for Zhuoyang.

So, soon countless flowers gathered here from all over the country, every day, and they are still being replenished. Everyone who comes here says that the flowers here should always bloom and never wither.

The boys organized themselves, bought tools, and leveled several small fields here, and then they played football on them. They said that Zhuoyang is not only the captain of the national team, but also the captain of each of us, and we want to play football to show him.

Those literary and artistic young people who could not play football picked up the musical instruments that they were good at or not very good at, and formed a band here to play Zhuo Yang's music or their own music.

They said that Zhuo Yang is also our captain, the music captain.

It seemed that no one was sad anymore and everyone was full of hope. They expressed their blessings in Zhuo Yang's favorite way.

With flowers, football, and music, the originally barren and bumpy slopes turned into a beautiful and joyful town. My sister Zhuo Qiu came to the town and said to the people here: Thank you, Zhuo Yang must like it very much.

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Father Zhuo Tongtong walked into the mountain from Yukou again. After stopping for a moment at the entrance of Liuxian Temple, he climbed to the top of the Five Sacred Mountains and climbed up to the huge square rock platform on the top of the mountain.

Taoist priest Ye Wuji meditated on it.

Ye Wuji has aged a lot. He was originally in his forties and now looks as old as his seventies.

In the seven months since Zhuo Yang returned to the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, Zhuo Tongtong has come many times. He didn't know what Ye Wuji was doing, but he had no doubts about Ye Wuji's words. Because it turns out that bringing Zhuoyang back was the right thing to do, and he is making a miraculous recovery.

When he was at London Bridge Hospital, no one dared to expect that Zhuoyang would be like this. However, after such a miracle happened, among the people who love Zhuo Yang deeply, are there any people who are willing to just be like this?

Zhuo Tongtong sat cross-legged opposite Ye Wuji.

"Taoist Priest, when I was giving Zhuo Yang a bath today, he farted."

Ye Wuji's haggard face gradually spread an innocent smile like a child.

"Okay, okay. Great! Based on the qi of yin and yang, the qi turns into essence, the essence turns into spirit, and the spirit turns into brightness. When the air is ventilated up and down, the essence can be condensed. Essence is the source of life, and qi is life. the foundation.”

"Taoist Priest, did you say that Zhuo Yang is about to wake up?"

Ye Wuji was silent for a long time.

"I have no idea."

"Will he wake up?" Zhuo Tongtong asked again.

Ye Wuji raised his head and looked at the sky, but did not answer.

This question and answer has happened many times. Zhuo Tongtong couldn't help but ask it again every time he came up. Ye Wuji's answer was the same every time.

"Taoist Priest, Liuxian Temple below..."

"The Liuxian Temple existed very early." Ye Wuji said, "During the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, the Liuxian Temple existed here. However, at that time it was not a Taoist temple, but a simple and simple thatched cottage. There is a plum tree in front of the thatched cottage.”

"Then the thatched house fell down and was rebuilt. Then over and over again, the thatched house turned into a wooden house, and the wooden house turned into a wooden building."

"Who built it?"

Ye Wuji smiled slightly, but still didn't answer.

"Taoist Priest, who are you?"

"I am Tao Ming."

"Whose destiny?"

"The Tao Ancestor's destiny."

"Taoist Priest, where are you from?"

"I came from the Taoist destiny."

Zhuo Tongtong couldn't understand, and he also knew that some things were not suitable for further questioning.

He sat opposite Ye Wuji for a long time, watching him meditate intently until the setting sun outlined the Zhongnan Mountains in sacred gold. Zhuo Tongtong stood up and looked at the boulder and the quiet courtyard at the foot of the mountain.

He looked towards the flower town not far away. Night was coming, the heat of the day gradually dissipated, and the bustle of joy began there again.

He looked at the city in the distance, at the vast world around him, at the vast sky above his head, and at the mysterious and profound universe beyond the sky.