My boyfriend is not a human being? It’s over. I love him even more!

Chapter 133: The Man with the Baby Seeks for His Wife (13)

When Chu Xiang was helping his father take medicine today, he was a little absent-minded.

Chu Zhao’s illness came as a sudden onset. Even though the master said that his “illness” had been cured, he was still “ill” after all, and his body was still weak.

After drinking a bowl of medicine made of unknown herbs, Chu Zhao glanced at his daughter who was peeling oranges and said unhappily, "If you feel bored, go back to your room and lie down."

Chu Xiang looked listless, with dark circles under her eyes. She looked even weaker than her father. No doubt she must have stayed up late reading storybooks again.

If Chu Zhao didn't know Chu Xiang well, he would have mistakenly thought that she had encountered a wild goblin and had her yang energy sucked away.

Chu Xiang came back to her senses and quickly picked up a piece of cake and put it into her father's mouth, which made the old man feel better. She deliberately said, "Dad, I've been dreaming recently, and it seems that I dreamed about things in the past."

Chu Zhao almost choked on the cake he hadn't swallowed. He quickly drank some water and asked, "What did you dream about?"

"It seems that I dreamed of a man..." Chu Xiang quietly observed his father's expression and said, "But after I woke up, I couldn't remember it clearly."

Chu Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. "It was just a dream. Don't take it seriously. There's no need to think too much about it."

"But I'm really curious, what happened to me during those two years?"

"Didn't I tell you? You just went to the nunnery to recuperate." Chu Zhao said it seriously, and added calmly, "It's just because you are too sick that you forgot the past. Just forget those things. It's no big deal."

Chu Xiang held his chin with one hand and pretended to be puzzled. "From what you said, I should be seriously ill, but now I feel that I am in good health. Is there any master who can heal me?"

"As for the experts, there are indeed some." Chu Zhao lowered his guard and said nonchalantly, "Thanks to the Shinto temple, the Taoist priest there figured out that you were... ahem, it was the Taoist priest there who prayed for you and found a good opportunity, so we were able to invite the retired old doctor to treat you."

Chu Xiang exclaimed exaggeratedly, "The Taoist priest in the Shinto temple is so powerful."

The Shinto temple is well-known far and wide. It is said that when a plague broke out that year, it was thanks to the people in the temple that they were able to eliminate the evil spirits and put an end to the plague.

Recently, rumors of a white-haired ghost in red have emerged, and more people are crowding into Shinto temples just to ask for a talisman.

Chu Zhao sighed, "The people in the Shinto temple don't easily take action. You are lucky. A traveling Taoist priest happened to pass by here and he kindly told you a fortune. Otherwise, you... cough, you don't know when your illness will be cured."

As the sky grew darker, the autumn wind blew the fallen leaves in the yard, and they fell on the head of the child lying on the stone table.

Chu Xiaoman grabbed the fallen leaf on his head with his short hands, stared at it for a long time, then raised his head and looked stupidly at the crow on the branch. Then, he raised his hand and handed the leaf to his father, babbling something in his mouth.

Fusheng was peeling pine cones. A small plate was already filled with pine nuts. He glanced at Chu Xiaoman who was attracting attention.

Chu Xiaoman's eyes were filled with anticipation.

Thinking of the child lying quietly on the stone table, picking up pine cones and playing quietly for a long time, Fusheng put down the pine cones, brought the fallen leaves to his pale lips, and closed his eyes lightly.

The wind was blowing gently, ruffling the boy's white hair and red clothes, outlining his thin figure. The copper coins hanging around his waist made a tinkling sound that was as pleasant as music.

When all the scenes were creating the perfect atmosphere, a piercing sound reverberated in the air like a demonic sound, breaking all the beautiful atmosphere. The crow standing on the branch flapped its wings, cried out, rolled its eyes, and fell right next to Chu Xiaoman.

Chu Xiaoman excitedly grabbed the crow and turned his back to it. Feathers were flying everywhere and broken limbs and flesh were splashing. The doll in red wiped its mouth, turned around and showed a "brilliant" smile.

Because Chu Xiang said that the master didn't like to be disturbed, so no one came around the guest room, otherwise it would be more than just one crow that would die from the noise.

Chu Xiaoman really likes the leaf-blowing game his father played. When they were still in the mountains, his father would occasionally take him to play like this when his mother was not around. Chu Xiaoman was very excited when he saw the wild animals around him falling down.

Fusheng took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of Chu Xiaoman's mouth, "Xiangxiang likes to be clean, you can't get yourself dirty."

Chu Xiaoman tilted her head, her big red eyes unblinking.

The surrounding feathers dissipated like mist along with the blood spots, and all traces disappeared without a trace. The bloody doll became a white and clean jade doll.

Chu Xiaoman wanted to eat because he was hungry.

He originally thought that he could get enough food from his mother when he opened his eyes during the day, but he didn't know what happened before he "slept", and his food ration was still only a little.

Chu Xiang had no choice but to ask the kitchen to make sweet soup and send it to Chu Xiaoman with a guilty conscience.

Chu Xiaoman crawled forward twice and got into his father's arms. He still didn't understand why, even though his mother had been found, she spent less time with him than before. He grabbed his father's two strands of white hair and cried "Ah ah". He wanted his father to go and find his mother.

Fusheng also wanted to find Chu Xiang, but before Chu Xiang left, he said, "You and Xiaoman stay here obediently, I will come to find you when I find a chance."

The young boy, who was ignorant of the ways of the world, vaguely felt that he seemed to have become the gigolo secretly kept by a rich lady in the opera.

He held Chu Xiaoman in one hand, bent his back, lowered his head, and the nails of his other hand unconsciously scratched the edge of the stone table.

A few strands of long white hair slid down her shoulders to her chest. Most of her pale face was covered by the white hair, and one could only see her beautiful rubies flashing with a little bit of grievance.

Chu Xiaoman was infected by his father's depression, and he also became sickly. He leaned limply in his father's arms with a flat mouth, and his eyes, the same as his father's, were filled with pitiful tears.

As night falls, there is little starlight, and the autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves, adding a sense of desolation.

The young boy had a thin figure, holding the baby in his arms, just like the resentful woman in the story, filled with resentment. His white hair and red clothes moved slightly in the wind, and his figure was erratic, like a ghost.

Until a pair of hands gathered the boy's messy white hair behind his head, his pale face, which often never saw the sun, suddenly looked much fresher, and had the vitality and liveliness that matched his youthful appearance.

Fusheng turned around and saw the girl's face was very close to him. His eyes suddenly sparkled.

Chu Xiaoman laughed out loud, and the chill in the autumn night disappeared without a trace.

Chu Xiang pressed against Fusheng's back, lowered her head and rubbed his cheek. The red gemstones were reflected in her black eyes. She smiled and said, "Whose husband is this who is so handsome? I really want to take him home."

The young man pursed his lips, but couldn't suppress the upward arc. One hand quietly grasped the hem of her skirt, his eyelashes trembling, the tips of his ears flushed, and he said softly: "It's Xiangxiang's husband."