Chasing the Millennium Wind

"I have a house facing the sea, where spring flowers bloom."

Under the poetic words, there is a line of small words, "This kind of house may be a dream that we can't achieve in our lifetime, but what we can do is to make ourselves and our loved ones live a better life. "

The signature is ×× Barrier-free Special Architectural Decoration Design Company.

The fiery red flowers bloom on the tall and emerald poinciana trees, which block the hot sun and bring shade and comfort to the people walking underneath.

The man wearing a sky blue short-sleeved casual shirt and light brown trousers stood under the tree, carefully read the entire advertisement on the bus platform, then pouted contemptuously, and cursed two words in a gentle manner, " Plagiarism!"

Originally, he planned to just walk away, but after thinking about it, he took out his mobile phone unwillingly, took a picture of the entire advertisement, and kept it as evidence, and planned to go back to someone to ask for some advertising fees.

Although that poem is not my own original, but the whole idea, and the following words are my own proposals, so I just used it without saying hello, like saying?

When he walked to the gate of the kindergarten, the man's anger had not dissipated, but when he saw his little one running towards him happily calling "Dad, Dad!" With a big smile on his face, he bent down and gave his son a firm hug.

He casually wiped the sweat off his son's forehead, and kissed the little salty cheek without hesitation, "Do you miss Dad?"

"I think about it!" The little boy kissed back in a flattering way, and asked seriously, "Did Daddy miss Xiao Shitou?"

"Of course I want to!" Taking over his son's schoolbag and holding it in his hand, Jiang Yi took his son's little hand and walked back, "What did little Shitou learn at school today?"

"Well, the teacher taught us how to do handicrafts today." Jiang Shi suddenly remembered something important, opened the schoolbag in Jiang Yi's hand, and took out a small paper flower, "The teacher said, this Sunday is Mother's Day. We made carnations for . . . well, parents. Big Daddy, here you are."

Jiang Yi lowered his head, looking at his son with embarrassing eyes.

Little Shitou blinked his big eyes, didn't he say something wrong?He carefully avoided that sensitive word, and made a clever change.It's just a flower, or a flower that I spent all afternoon making. Dad won't be disgusted with it, right?

Seeing the apprehension and flattery on his son's little face, Jiang Yi couldn't bear to touch his little head, and suddenly had an excellent idea, "Little Shitou is so good, but give this flower to your little dad, okay? He works It’s hard work, I have to run with Xiao Shitou every morning, and teach you boxing at night, if you give it to him, he will be very happy.”

Uh... Xiao Budian thinks about it, and it seems to make sense, "But Little Shitou still likes Big Daddy the most, and wants to give you the first flower."

Oh, Jiang Yi couldn't take it anymore, and kissed his son twice, "Don't be so cute, be careful that Dad eats you in your stomach!"

quack!The little one was bitten by Jiang Yi's pink and tender neck, giggling with itching, "I would like to be eaten by my father! Hee hee, I can be a baby again when I eat it."

The brat was overly excited and said what he shouldn't have said, and immediately received two slaps on his buttocks, "Dream! Daddy managed to feed you to such a big size, and you want to grow back? Then Daddy I don't want you anymore!"

Alright, alright, Xiao Shitou can correct his mistakes and stop being a baby, "Little Shitou grows up quickly, and will honor his father in the future."

This is also like a sentence.Jiang Yi thought about it, and discussed with his son for a reason, "Is the big daddy older than the little daddy?"

Yes.

"Is 6 greater than 5?"

Yes.

"Should the little stone give the flowers for the May festival to the little dad, and the flowers for the June festival to the big dad?"

It seems quite reasonable.

Jiang Yi took her son on the bus, sat down in an empty seat, and told him, "You make one for the little dad first, and then make a bigger and more beautiful one for the big dad on Father's Day next month, so it's okay gone?"

The last little entanglement of the little one disappeared, and he took another look at the imperfect flower, and said excitedly, "Then give this to the little daddy!"

Hehe, Jiang Yi told his son again, "Let's hide the flowers first, and remember to say happy holidays to him on Sunday."

Well, Xiao Shitou nodded vigorously, he will remember, anyway, it's just a happy holiday, he didn't call his mother, and the little father will definitely not be angry.

Even though he was angry, he didn't dare to do anything to himself, because it was taught by his big daddy.Xiao Shitou is very smart now, knowing that before doing certain things, it is best to find someone to support him, so that no matter what happens in the end, there will always be someone to protect him.

As for big daddy or baby daddy, it doesn't matter.Looking at the scenery outside the window, Jiang Xiaoshi realized something that would affect his life at such a young age:

Having a choice is better than having no choice.

Jiang Yi hugged her son and forgot about the ad for a long time. Just imagining the scene when the young man received his son's flowers, he could laugh out loud.

Yuchi Linfeng returned home from get off work, and he clearly felt that something was wrong between the two father and son of the Jiang family.As if hiding some little secret, the four excited eyes were shining.

Seeing Jiangxixi wagging its tail to his feet to show its goodwill, Yuchi Linfeng reckoned that it knew the inside story.But suffering from being unable to communicate with words, Yuchi Linfeng wisely didn't give it his own biscuit, but stuffed it into his mouth.

It's rare that Jiang Yi now occasionally "recovers memory" of oven biscuits. He doesn't have enough for himself, so why is he willing to share them with others?

Jiang Xixi was immediately disappointed, she drool unhappily, and licked her mouth with her tongue, what the hell!As for being so stingy?It has only gained a little weight recently, why the whole family refuses to give it snacks?

Woohoo, so pitiful.Jiang Xixi flicked the only tail that didn't gain weight, twisted her fat waist, and went to the balcony to watch MM.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the family who live an extremely regular life because of parenting, and someone's personality is totally different, go to bed.

After a workout with his son, the young man who feels more and more wrong lures someone to finish another workout.After tossing him into a deep sleep, the young man took advantage of the dark night and high winds to start reconnaissance work.

Look at the calendar first, it seems that there are no special anniversaries recently.

Looking at Jiang Yi's online records again, he didn't order anything special in order to "scare" himself.

What would that be?

Although he knew it was immoral, the young man still took out Jiang Yi's cell phone and flipped through it secretly.

Ah, found it.

The advertisement placed by the company on the bus platform was seen, so what did Jiang Yi want to do?

blackmail?blackmail?He can mention it to himself, and he will not refuse.

The young man suddenly thought of a dangerous possibility. Did he want to use this as an excuse to run away from home with his son?

The more you think about it, the more likely it is.

Otherwise, why was he so unable to withstand the temptation tonight, and was thrown by himself all of a sudden?

The young man who originally thought that his skills were becoming more and more perfect was a little depressed. He was full in advance, and he really didn't want to go home when he went out.

But what to do?The young man is distressed.

Or you can take the initiative to admit your mistakes and strive for leniency.Having made a decision in his mind, he was about to put his phone back when he suddenly received a text message from the publisher's editor.

"The new draft is good, it's over. But the ending needs to be changed. It doesn't matter how cruel the process is, but the ending is still HE. I've sent you an email for the specific request, and you can reply after reading it."

There is a hint of pride in Mo Hei's eyes, his Jiang Yi can write books!

But what new book did Jiang Yi write recently?Could there be a clue that he was about to run away from home?

With a hint of curiosity, the young man sat down in front of his computer.

His books were neatly listed by category in the file folder, but Yuchi Linfeng couldn't find the new book after searching for a long time, but found a book called "Chasing the Wind" in a folder marked "Entertainment and Self-Entertainment". document.

Seeing his name, his black eyes flickered, and he clicked in without hesitation.

────It is the dividing line thousands of years ago────

The sky was full of yellow sand, swirling in mid-air, like a banner waving by a demon, hitting everyone's cheeks.The scorching sun directly covered the sky and covered the sky, greedily absorbing all the moisture on the ground.As far as the eye can see, apart from the large expanses of khaki, there is not even a single withered vegetation.

"Hurry up! Don't pretend to be dead here!" The strong man on the horse swung his whip and drove away a group of poor people who were tightly bound together by long ropes.

Most of them are women and children, and there are a few young people.Although they have different costumes, what they have in common is that they are all in rags, they all look haggard, they all have welts on their faces, their lips are chapped, their eyes are numb, and they stumble like a group of walking dead who have lost their souls Walking in the yellow sand all over the sky.

In the hands of such a gang of murderous robbers, how can there be hope?

People of all ethnic groups living on the border know that there are still three, six, and nine ranks among robbers.

Some robbers only rob merchants, not civilians; some only rob property, and will not kill people; and only those robbers with the worst intentions and the most despicable character will rob their women and children when the men in the tribe are away. , As for those worthless old people, they will be slaughtered by them.

And these robbers are often professional soldiers.In order to satisfy one's selfish desires, one would disguise himself as a robber in a neighboring country or tribal territory in his spare time, and the methods were the most cruel.

They also have another name for this operation, called "grass hitting the valley".

It is really taking the life and death of the common people as a disregard for human life, and even the government can't control it.I can only remind the people to try to avoid these soldiers who burned, killed and looted, and be careful in everything.

And during these days when this gang was robbed, most of the women have been defiled by this gang of robbers.The weak and sick children were also abandoned by them in the deserted desert.Several young people who tried to escape were tied behind horses as if they were killing chickens and monkeys, and they dragged them to death.

When they go a little further and find suitable buyers, they will all be sold to be the most inferior servants. Even if they are beaten to death, no one will sympathize with them.

Only a miracle can save them.

But will a miracle really happen?He raised his head to look at the bright sun with dazed eyes, and his heart, which had lived for 19 years, was shaken for the first time.

Great wizard, I used to believe in you so much, and followed your direction to this strange land, but what I have to face, is this the situation?

His legs were as heavy as lead, his white wrists were already drenched with blood from the rough ropes, and his body was as thirsty as cracked ground. If he fell down at this moment, he might never get up again.

At that time, great wizard, will you summon my soul?At that time, what kind of explanation should you give me?

Tired, really tired.Pulling a wry smile from the corner of his mouth, the 19-year-old young man let himself fall heavily to the ground.

There was a whip whipping behind him, and it hit his back, which was burning and painful.

But the young man was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to turn over and escape.Even if he was beaten to death, he would not be able to get up no matter what.

But it was very strange that the whip stopped after only one stroke.What's going on here?

Lying on the ground in a daze, he suddenly felt the ground beneath him tremble.That's a horse, and only a very healthy and vigorous horse will move!

The robbers immediately yelled and released emergency signal flares, but the captives stood there numbly. For them, it didn't matter who came?It's nothing more than a group of big robbers swallowing this gang of little robbers.

However, when someone saw the silver armor gleaming in the sun, for the first time, there was a look in his eyes!That's not a bandit, it's another number of soldiers.If they can repel this group of soldiers, they still have a glimmer of hope to be human!

Some young girls cheered excitedly, but soon, they were devastated.

The robbers did not run away in a hurry, but made up for these poor captives and killed them all.

The blood immediately stained the yellow sand, and the youthful life came to an abrupt end outside the gate of survival.

Watching helplessly as a girl in red fell to her death instantly in front of him, the young man was so shocked that he couldn't even make a sound.

It seems that they are already prepared, right?

"You all have to die today." The clear voice showed that the master was not very old.But the sharp light on his body was overwhelming, making everyone breathless.

There was a resurgence.

But it is no longer the wind.

That is murderous.

The murderous aura of snow flying all over the sky in the cold winter has become the only master in this piece of yellow sand.

The blood slowly dripped down the tip of the gun, fell into the yellow sand, and disappeared in an instant, and the surrounding was deadly silence.

All the people are dead.

Watching the young man in silver armor turn his horse away, the young man finally let out a hoarse voice, "Help me, save me!"

The boy turned his head, and the young man's eyes widened in disbelief.

The boy has an incomparably handsome face, not even the most beautiful flower on the grassland.It's like the white clouds in the sky, which makes people elusive.But the murderous aura all over his body was like hell Shura.

Contradictory, yet strangely harmonious.

The drums are thundering, and the horseshoes are thundering.

It seems that in just a moment, countless soldiers have gathered around them, forming a siege.

"Yuchi Linfeng, you really can't change your meddling temper." Someone said leisurely, and Bo had a leisurely tone.

The boy only looked at the young man on the ground without moving.He asked silently with his eyes, do you still want to follow me?

As if bewitched by fate, the young man stretched out his hand without hesitation.

A silver light flashed, and the rope in his hand was pulled away.The young man bent down and pulled him onto the horse, and only said "close your eyes", and led him towards the shadow of swords and swords.

────I even go back to the dividing line after a thousand years────

"Yuchi..." Suddenly, two hoarse coughs came from the room.

The young man was taken aback, quickly turned off the computer, and went back to the bedroom, "What's wrong? Uncomfortable?"

Jiang Yi muttered dissatisfiedly, "Thirsty."

"Sorry." The young man quickly brought over a glass of warm water.

After Jiang Yi finished drinking, she hugged him and continued to sleep soundly.

The black eyes danced in the dark night. This guy actually used him to write a story, so what kind of story would he write?

Although he felt like a kitten scratching his head, he still dutifully made his own humanoid pillow.There is no way, in order to prevent people from running away from home, or to pick him up when they run away from home, appropriate sacrifices are still necessary.

As the night grew thicker, Crescent Moon half pulled a piece of cloud, showing her head shyly, just like the night thousands of years ago, gazing at the world tenderly.

Writer's words:

This time, Fanwai has a new way of writing, interweaving around the millennium, I hope you like it.Hehe, sweetness is guaranteed, enough to heal the little ones abused by Haiming. O(∩_∩)O~

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