Pursuit of the Truth

Fortunately, in the battle of the year, he took all the things he took out and the snakes before they were in a coma. They just returned, but the snakes were sleeping, and the mountain clock was also put into the storage bag. Everything was slow. Slow recovery.

His appearance, somehow, did not return to adulthood, but remained a fateful teenager. His hair was dyed by his father because he was worried that outsiders would not welcome Su Ming. Black.

Over the past year, such warmth has made Su Ming unforgettable and has become the warmth of his life. He likes it here, likes the sister who is called the clown, likes the father who made the straw doll, and the gentle mother.

But he still has more important things to go. He wants to find his master. His brother, he wants to make himself stronger. Only then can he once again meet with the emperor. In the body of the robbery, become the robbery of the heavens!

He, can't stay here for too long, because here he is likely to bring this family to the disaster of life and death, because the Emperor... is ready to come at any time.

Although this year is very calm, Su Ming can't... eternal in this warmth.

Eating yam, looking at my sister, watching Ms. Niang, Su Ming gave birth to an idea more than once. If one day, I found a teacher and a brother. If they are all safe, if all the trivial things are dissipated, then he can No longer looking for the future, as long as it is still there, as long as he can come back, he will be in this warmth, accompanied by this ordinary old man's life, accompanied by his sister for a lifetime, watching her grow up, watching her marry, watching Her sons and grandchildren are full, at that time, how good it will be...

This is a beautiful, Su Ming's face, showing a smile.

"The dog is left, what are you laughing at?" The clown swallowed a large yam and looked at Su Ming. Crisply said, her eyes flickered and looked beautiful.

The name of the dog left, this family was Su Ming, the time Su Ming, the injury is very heavy, lying there every day, like to die at any time. In the former tribe of the woman. If the child is not in good health, he will often give a nickname.

The name is not good, but it contains the warmth and affection of the family. This is to deliberately lighten the name so that the child can be healthy from this point of view.

The dog is left, the dog is left. Even the dog is not willing to eat, and there is no death **** to bring it away.

"I was thinking, the clown grew up, married, and the dog left the brother to give you a kind of dowry." Su Ming touched the clown's hair and whispered.

"Hey, you are a few years older than me. Why are you always in this old-fashioned tone, I am thinking. After my brother grew up and married my future nephew, what gift should I prepare for her?" The child wrinkled his nose and learned the tone of Su Ming.

The clown's mother-in-law looked at the children in front of her eyes and looked at each other. They all saw each other's smiles. And that is the warmth from the heart.

It is the warmth of a family. It is a cold day, and it is also cold and cold. It is the dark clouds outside, and the rain falls. Dispelling the heat, the world is cold. Also broke into the home that did not enter this house.

When the rain did not know when it fell on the earth, it was after noon, the sky was dull, and the rain seemed to have a strange power. It made people listen for a long time and could not help but be sleepy.

The clown is like this. She is full, and pats her little belly. She smiles at her mother and her brother. As she spoke, she gradually fell asleep until she fell down on Su Ming’s body. In her arms, her mouth fell with a sweet smile.

Su Ming gently looked at her sister in her arms, gently picked it up and sent it to the small bed in the room. After she covered her quilt, she watched the clown sleeping and looked at the clear birthmark on her face. Su Ming can feel the ridicule and isolation that this child has experienced in his growth.

But she is very sensible. Even if no one plays with her, she plays on her own. Even if she is bullied outside, she can wipe away the tears on her face when she returns home, showing her smile and not letting her mother remember.

She is very kind. She doesn't hate any partner who taunts her. She likes them and pays for them. It's just that injury, she will choose to avoid in the bleak.

"Brother..." At this moment, the clown whispered softly, and the smile on his face was more lovely. It seemed to be playing in the dream with Su Ming. This is her heart, except for the most happy things with her parents. It is.

Looking at the clown, Su Ming gently patted her on the body. After the clown was asleep, he walked out of the room and watched the rain grow bigger and bigger. When the sky was lightning, it crossed. The Thunder came sullenly, and the clown's father was sitting under the eaves, and there were many grass blades of different sizes and even different colors, which were being stained with rain and prepared there.

The mother of the clown is packing up her rice bowl. After seeing Su Ming coming out, she smiled lovingly.

"Have your sister slept?"

Su Ming nodded and helped pick up the rice bowl.

"You, this child, no need, you go to sleep, look at the sky, afraid that it will rain the next night."

"Nothing, mother, I am not tired." Su Ming smiled and shook his head.

The woman looked at Su Ming and sighed in her heart. When her daughter returned the boy a year ago, she thought, such a beautiful child, which parent is willing to discard it.

This year, Su Ming's diligence, he looked at them in the eyes of the reliance, so that this woman has seen him as his own child.

Until the rain outside was a little bigger, almost a large piece, the clown seemed to be awakened by the Thunder, and the woman quickly slammed a few times, patted the clown, and slowly fell asleep.

Su Ming silently walked to the middle-aged man's side, sat down, looked at the rain outside, and felt the cold face of the rain. After a long time, he turned his head and looked at his father, his concentrated look. I don't seem to know that I am coming. The grass rope in my hand, if it has life, is constantly being compiled in his hands and becomes the prototype of a doll.

The grass of different colors is put into it by the middle-aged man, which makes the doll look lifelike, but the grass is a lot of sharp edges. Usually it is nothing, but the concentration and movement of the middle-aged man will make He ignored the pain of cutting the palm of his hand by the grass.

The hands full of scars are obviously the dolls he made in his life, leaving traces.

Su Ming looked at the father of the clown at this moment. The whole person had a breath that Su Ming could not understand. He was still a mortal, but the doll he made was as if he had been given life.

Such gaze, Su Ming is not overnight, it is a year... After he woke up, he became a member of the family, he liked to go to see, the preparation of the clown father.

On each finished doll, it seems that the traces of life, so that he is immersed in it, seems to have a clear understanding, as time goes on, his understanding is more and more, but there is still a layer of yarn cover, Make everything in the fog.

"What is life..." Su Ming’s mind emerged from the words on the black wooden block.

"How is it going to be?" Under the gaze of Su Ming, I don’t know when the sky is already dark. At this time in the past, it should be dusk, but now in the dark clouds and the rain screen, the night comes early.

The middle-aged man finally raised his head. After seeing Su Ming around, his face smiled and he put down the straw doll in his hand and asked.

Su Ming hesitated, took out the little man he had prepared in the osmanthus forest in his arms, and handed it to the father of the clown.

"I... I feel that there is always something missing." Su Ming frowned.

"There is no life." The clown's father took the villain made by Su Ming and smiled kindly.

"Anything, as long as it exists, will have life, especially vegetation, and life. The dolls made with them also need life. I don't quite understand how to express this life. It is a Kind of feeling, after all, I have made a doll for a lifetime.

Yours, there is no life. The clown's father explained to Su Ming.

“How can I make it life?” Su Ming asked softly.

"Choose it with your heart, imagine what you want to compile, imagine the prototype of it... I will only make two dolls in my life, all in the shape of a child, a girl is a clown, a boy is... The clown's brother."

The clown has a brother. This thing Su Ming listened to her. She was ten years older than her. Eight years ago... I was sent to be a disciple by the evil spirits who were not too far away from here.

For three years, there is no audio...

Su Ming was silent. After a long time, he picked up the grass on the side. When he was about to compile it, he suddenly had a slight flash of his eyes, and looked up. There was ice and ice hidden in his eyes.

The clown father on the side was obviously not aware of it. The sigh was still being compiled. After a while, the rain outside the eaves gradually radiated a colder chill, with two blurred figures, from a distance. From the rain, walk slowly.

As the two came, the rain fell on them and immediately became a cold ice. The color of the ice was darker. If it was seen during the day, it would be shocking.

"Fairy..." Su Ming looked calm and watched the two men continually coming in the rain. Their direction was exactly the house where the clown family was!

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The plot is connected, the connection between Nanchen and the East is need to be carefully considered. The third is not an outbreak, but the three as a rest and finishing outline, there must be very few people. Today, let me rest my brain. Finish the follow-up plot and start to explode tomorrow! !

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