Ling Ling does not speak

"Hello, my name is Wangyou, Hua Wangyou." After watching the fireworks, Hua Wangyou recalled that the boy he was holding was still waiting for him, so he quickly let go of his hand, scratching his hand in embarrassment. scratched his head.

Yan Ling looked at his loosened hand, feeling a little lost, but recovered quickly, and looked at him with a smile.

Hua Wangyou saw the kindness in Yan Ling's eyes, and boldly spoke out what was in his heart.

"This is my first time participating in the mask competition, but after waiting for so long, you are the only one who voted for me." Hua Wangyou said, feeling a little sad, "I don't know if this mask is really not Pretty, so unflattering..."

Yan Ling remembered that time when he wore an ugly diaper to show himself, but in the end he offended him, and even went to his house to apologize to him.

Yan Ling shook his head.

Hua Wangyou noticed that the little brother hadn't spoken all this time, maybe there was something wrong with his throat?So he produced a gold pen and a smooth satin.

"Is it inconvenient for you to talk? Use this." Hua Wangyou handed the things in his hand to Yan Ling.

Yan Ling tilted his head, as if wondering why someone would carry this with him.

Hua Wangyou saw Yanling's doubts, and explained: "I can't remember when I started the habit, anyway, I always prepare when I go out."

Yan Ling looked at the golden pen, there was a small curse seal on the gold pen, which was the curse seal of the master's school, it seemed that this golden pen was given to him by Hua Chongmian.

Yan Ling wrote a line of words on the silk - "Your mask is beautiful", after thinking about it, added a few more words, "I like it very much".

After getting a positive answer from Yan Ling, Hua Wangyou simply took off the mask and handed it to Yan Ling.

"Give it to you."

Yan Ling was taken aback, as if he hadn't expected him to do such a move.

The designer of this mask must have spent a lot of effort.Yan Ling took the mask and found that there was still a faint aura on it.

If the person who gets the mask is an ordinary person, that ordinary person will not have any serious illness within ten years.

"Thank you. In return, I will give you a gift." Yan Ling wrote this line on the silk, then took out a lantern and handed it to Hua Wangyou.

Hua Wangyou felt that this lantern looked familiar.

Yan Ling took out the note inside.

"Ah... this is the lantern I just put down." Hua Wangyou didn't expect them to be so destined.

Yan Ling wrote on the silk: "If you have any wishes to come true, just burn this note, and I will come to you."

Hua Wangyou looked at the last word on the sheet, and was about to speak, when he looked up, the boy wearing the rabbit mask had disappeared.

The little painted skin back then was named Wangyou.

Speaking of the origin of his name, there is a story.

One night, Hua Chongmian suddenly woke up from a dream. When he woke up, his whole body was sore, as if someone had stabbed him with a sword. He put on his coat to check on his son.

But Xiao Huapi woke up with a dazed expression on his face, he forgot everything, and only remembered one sentence - what... keep you safe and sound.

Hua Chongmian felt that there was something wrong with the situation, and thought that some nightmare had fallen into a dream, so he dared to blame the father and son. After checking and checking, he found nothing strange.

It's so weird.

It was also from this day that some changes took place in the human world.

The gods are back.

Hua Chongmian was a little concerned about what his son said, but when he asked carefully, Xiao Huapi couldn't say anything, and when he was asked to think about it, Xiao Huapi's tears fell unconsciously, and he didn't even notice it. It just felt as if there was something very important that he forgot.

Hua Chongmian named him Wangyou, one is to hope that he will forget his sorrow, and the other is the dream he has forgotten.

Peace of mind.

Hua Wangyou still grew up happily, and occasionally had a dream or two that made him burst into tears, but when he woke up, he forgot everything, and it didn't affect his life very much.

What made Hua Chongmian very concerned was that his son seemed to be protected by something all the time.Whether it was the plaque that fell from the sky and only hit a place less than a slap away from Hua Wangyou, or the fact that he was almost discovered by a Taoist priest, but the Taoist priest forgot what he was doing as if he drank ecstasy soup. affectation.

It's not that Hua Chongmian is looking forward to his son's accident, but every time there is an accident, he can save himself from danger, which is so strange.

So Hua Chongmian gave his golden pen to his son, hoping that Liushui, who has become a god, can bless him with this luck forever.

To be on the safe side, Hua Chongmian decided to move to Anping Town with his son. Liushui is his old friend, if something happens, go to his temple and cry, and he will definitely help.

When I first came here this year, I caught up with the Anpingshan Mountain God Festival, which was also a coincidence.

Holding the note, Hua Wangyou walked home while thinking about something.

"Forget worry!"

Hua Wangyou heard Father's voice, hid the note in his sleeve, and looked up.

He saw standing at the door of his house, not only his father, but also an elderly uncle with a white beard.

"This is my son, Hua Wangyou." Hua Chongmian asked Hua Wangyou to come over and say hello, "Wangyou, call someone."

Hua Wangyou was taken aback, not knowing how to call it.

The uncle stroked his beard, "Just call me Mr.

"Hello, sir." Hua Wangyou felt that this gentleman was very kind, making people want to get close.

Liu Shui nodded, and responded to the sentence, sir.

"Did Xiao Wangyou go to the festival?" Liu Shui asked.

Hua Wangyou nodded, and took off his white mask, feeling that it would be impolite to speak to elders while wearing a mask.

Liu Shui found that even though Xiao Huapi changed his appearance and grew older, his personality was still the same as when he was a child, but he didn't know if he would cry as much as before.

"Since Xiao Wangyou called me sir, then I should also express that I will give you something." Liushui grabbed in the void, and spread out his palm for Hua Wangyou to see.

In Mr.'s palm lay a somewhat ordinary-looking bead.

Hua Wangyou felt that this bead looked familiar.

"This is?" Before Hua Wangyou could ask, his father had already asked the question for him.

Liushui "grabbed" another red string, strung up the bead, and directly put the bead on Hua Wangyou's left wrist.

"This is one of the most precious things of one of my students." Liu Shui said with a smile.

When Hua Wangyou heard this, he was a little anxious, "This is his most precious thing, then, how can Mr. That give it to me? This is not possible..."

Liu Shui put his hands behind his back, looking confident, "Anla Anla, if he knew it was for you, he wouldn't be angry."

Hua Wangyou touched the bead on his wrist, feeling that the bead was a little hot.

But it was only for a moment, so fast that Hua Wangyou thought it was an illusion.

"You can just stay here with peace of mind from now on." Liu Shui said, as if remembering something, he hit his palm with his fist, "I still have something to do, let's talk about it next time."

Hua Chongmian waved to him, "Go, go."

Hua Wangyou also imitated his father and said, "Goodbye, sir."

***

Worried that Hua Wangyou would reject him, Yan Ling used an invisibility technique and slipped back to the mountain temple.

I went back to the temple and turned around, and found that my husband hadn't come back yet, so I went into the back room and dragged out a box from under the bed.

Inside the box were small boxes and some paintings that Hua Wangyou had given me before.

Fortunately, when I used my divine power that day, I took this small box with me, otherwise it would have disappeared along with it.

Yan Ling put the mask that Hua Wangyou gave her and the lantern into the box, and when he was about to close it, he suddenly saw that the lock of the box seemed to be unlocked.

Yan Ling:? ? ?

"Xiao Yanling, did you not bring back Mr.'s mask?" Liu Shui came back at some point, leaning against the door frame and looking at him with a smile.

Yan Ling cast a spell in the box, except for his most trusted person, it is impossible for anyone else to open the box.

He was about to question the husband, but the husband himself took the initiative to explain.

"I picked the best bead from your box and gave it to Wangyou." Seeing that Yanling had swallowed his words, Liu Shui continued, "Use The one I got is the red string given by Yuelao, I have the other end here, do you want it?"

Liu Shui smiled like a kidnapper who deliberately lured a child into a swindle. He looked full of bad water, and he was not at all like the old gentleman.

No, Liushui was so bad before!It's just that Yan Ling used to be very skinny, so Liu Shui often chased him, but now that Yan Ling is sensible, he doesn't care too much.

Give me.Yan Ling stretched out his hand towards Liushui.

Liu Shui wrapped a piece of red string around Yan Ling's index finger, "I cheated from Yuelao, just this piece, give it to Wangyou, that's all you have, just let it go."

Yan Ling looked at the section of red rope wrapped around his index finger, a little lost in thought.

"After the ceremony is over, I'm going back to the God Realm." Liu Shui said.

Yan Ling looked up at him, as if asking him what he was doing back home.

"Don't worry about what you are doing, you are more lenient than me when you are young." Liu Shui turned and left.

Yan Ling pursed her lips, didn't think about Liushui any more, knelt down and picked up the box in the box, then lay down on the bed and poured out all the beads in the box.

One, two...

29 pieces.Yan Ling touched the red string on his index finger.

The missing one is on his body.

The author has something to say: No matter what, I must finish this book every day! --I told myself