Nine Thoughts

There was no moon in the mid-autumn festival of this year, and the entire southeast coast seemed to have touched the scales of the Dragon Lord. The wind was strong and it rained endlessly for three days.

Almost every household in Jiusi County is soaked in water, and residents can easily find a loach by touching it from the bedside.

Three days later, the rain cleared up, and Ling Wuqi sat on An Dahai's newly made wooden bed, looking at the simple firewood house like a pond expressionlessly, feeling as if he was floating in a lonely boat, with nowhere to go , and he couldn't do anything except hold An Xiaole tightly in his arms.

"Father, do you think Xiao Le can wake up?" Ling Wuqi lowered his head and stroked An Le's bushy eyebrows, and asked in a low voice.

Ling Qian sat on the wooden table at one side and meditated with his eyes closed, not saying a word, probably not hearing.

"That Lan Xuan, I always feel unreliable, can he believe what he said?" Ling Wuqi said to himself, "We used to have a lot of trouble before, and I injured him several times. You said he Will you take revenge on me and deliberately keep Xiao Le from waking up?"

"Ma Rongjiu's apprentice should not be like this."

After a long time, Ling Qian replied slowly.

"Father, are you familiar with that Ma Rongjiu?" Ling Wuqi asked, "Why do you know people from the Demon Cult?" Ling Qian was silent.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Ling Wuqi didn't ask anymore. He lowered his head and touched Anle's stiff nose, and said after a long time, "Father, do you think Xiaole can wake up?" Ling Qian: "" Ling Wuqi himself Gu Zidao: "It's all my fault that I was late for a few hours, causing Xiaole to suffer so much. I don't know what happened to the brothers and sisters. I think the imperial court's sea arrest documents will arrive in the near future. I really didn't expect to meet them this time. Lei Fan was not only entangled, but also recognized by him for his sword moves. This person has been in the arena for ten years but has not made a name for himself. I don’t know what kind of adventure he had afterwards. Not only did he improve his martial arts, but he also found a big inner guard. This time, he even pretended to be impartial and selfless, which is really annoying."

Ling Qian said: "It's all about seeking out something in his position. You disturbed the emperor by breaking into the palace at night. After all, this matter is not so easy to settle."

Ling Wuqi said: "I was careless, if I knew it, I would hit his sleeping point first.

I saw that the emperor was sleeping soundly, and I thought he wouldn't notice it, but just as he got the Nuwa stone and turned around, he opened his eyes and woke up, and shouted, isn't he afraid that I will kill him? "Ling Qian was silent.

Ling Wuqi knew that Ling Qian didn't want to continue this topic, so he lowered his head and touched An Le's plump and soft lips, and said, "Father, do you think Xiao Le can wake up?" He said to himself, "I planned to go home with you after the Mid-Autumn Festival with An Le, and then go to pay homage to my mother.

Now that I am like this, I am afraid that I will not be able to go back for a while. I don’t know if the century-old foundation of the Qingsong faction will be ruined. I blame me for the worst. It can only be a street mouse. "

Ling Qian said: "Batian is good at everything, but he is too impetuous. The current disaster of the Qingsong faction may not be due to his chance."

"Father, this is the first time you have praised senior brother," Ling Wuqi said, "If you think about it carefully, you don't seem to have praised me either."

Ling Qian said: "What do you have to praise?"

"Too."

Ling Wuqi lowered his head and stroked An Le's thick eyelashes, and said, "I'm really bad. I'm useless, I have no ambitions, and I'm selfish. It's different for me to have a small stomach and small intestines. He is generous, benevolent, kind, and honest. Knowing how I have such good luck to marry him as a father, you think, will my luck run out? Can Xiao Le wake up?" Ling Qian said nothing.

Ling Wuqi lowered his head again, stroking An Le's facial features carefully, and said: "Father, I really admire you until today. When my mother passed away, how did you survive? I dare not think, if Xiao Le can't wake up"

"Shut up!" Ling Qian said irritably, "I didn't realize you talked so much before."

"Father, have you ever cried?" Ling Wuqi refused to shut up, asking endlessly, "Do you dream of your mother? What does she look like in your dreams? Is she still as beautiful as before? Will she won't you ask me? will you"

"Stop talking!" Ling Qian shouted.

"Father, let me talk." Ling Wuqi almost used a pleading tone, "I'm flustered, I'm flustered if I don't say anything, father, I've never talked to you so much, just take pity on me today, Would you like to talk to me?" Ling Qian remained silent, but his closed eyelids trembled violently, and the restless ups and downs of his chest also showed his restlessness at the moment.

"No wonder, I'm old."

After a long time, Ling Qian suddenly seemed to be discouraged, and said in a hoarse voice, "When you get old, you always dream about your old friend. I often dream about him recently. I dream that he blames me for not taking good care of his child." Ling Qian Wu Qi said: "It's me who doesn't want to make progress, how can I blame you."

Ling Qian shook his head: "Of course I will not object to your marriage. I can even promise that I will not force you in the future. As long as you like it, God's will, whoever expects it, is God's will."

"Father, can you stop talking in such a tone of 'heaven and me'?" Ling Wuqi was terrified, "Xiao Le can wake up? Right?"

"You two Ling heroes, don't hide in the house."

Just as he was talking, An Dahai suddenly opened the door and came in, took a wooden basin to scoop up the accumulated water on the ground, and poured it out.

Yang Xiaoxiao also said: "Master, Master, the sun is out, come and bask in the sun."

Ling Wuqi said: "Father, do you think Xiao Le can wake up?" An Hai said: "Of course!" Ling Wuqi let out a long breath: "I just love to talk to Father."

"Xiao Le is a child I raised, how can I not know?" An Dahai scooped up another basin of water, straightened his waist and said with a smile, "Why didn't I change rooms with you? Right? Wait for my Xiao Le Wake up and take a look, huh? Why am I sleeping in the bedroom, brother Ling, how can you let foster father and Xiaoxiao sleep in the woodshed? This is not appropriate."

An Hai imitated An Le's tone perfectly, which made Ling Wuqi couldn't help laughing, the corners of his mouth drooped again: "Father, do you think Xiao Le can wake up?" Ling Qian just said "Shut up" At the exit, I heard someone smashing the door with a "bang bang bang", shouting at the same time: "An Xiaole, An Xiaole, are you sick? The wall of my pigpen was washed away by the heavy rain. I want to ask you for help." Build a wall."

Hearing the sound, An Dahai walked over to open the door, and said, "It's old Zhangtou, Xiao Le is still burning, let's go, I'll help you build it."

"I don't want you, thick-handed and thick-footed."

Uncle Zhang said, "Let me see Xiao Le."

"I'll go."

Ling Wuqi sighed, put Ping Anle's body lightly, and touched his cheek reluctantly, "If Xiao Le wakes up later, tell him that I am helping others, he will be happy .”

This is a tentative name for this volume, I really can’t come up with a name_(:з」∠)_I will change it later if I can think of a more suitable one, if not, I will make do with it