vrcanaries Chapter 1108 Immortality 9
Chapter 1108 Immortality 9
However, in order to allow the blind man to wear women's clothes, Zhang Qilin was willing to take the risk.
Anyway, there are only three of them in the village.
Generally speaking, no one comes except postal couriers.
So the three Yang Guifeis are also very beautiful big lychees, and there is a hot spring built in the village.
The three of them were taking a bath and eating watermelon, it was so lively.
Anyway, Hei Xia Zi was very satisfied, and Zhang Qilin was also very satisfied.
Changsheng was also very satisfied.
Mom said Changsheng would look good whether he was a boy or a girl.
It sank with a gurgling sound and then floated up.
Zhang Qilin and Hei Xiazi could only fish it out every once in a while.
The two of them would say a few words from time to time, and Changsheng would respond.
I didn't hear it clearly but I kept saying "hmmmm".
The clothes of the Tang Dynasty were loose, and even with wigs on, the three people still looked plump and plump.
To be honest, most people may not have seen three people who are so round and perfect.
It's quite fun to see the three of them poking each other.
If he had three glutinous rice balls in the Tang Dynasty, he would be considered a handsome man.
But after taking a bath, they changed into shorts and short-sleeved shirts and went barbecue.
Hei Xiazi went to pick grapes, Changsheng went to pick sour fruits, and it was considered luck if he got the sweet ones.
He also held Dawang, eating a bite himself and giving a bite to the dog.
dog:....
It wants to eat its own.
When Zhang Qilin saw it, he immediately took out a new one and gave it to the dog.
Changsheng then ate it himself.
The dog is tired.
The family is good, but the owner doesn't seem very smart.
The black bears were stuffing grapes everywhere, and even the passing cats were given a bite of grapes.
Then it got sour.
Cat: ...
If you didn't have the strength, I would definitely teach you a lesson.
Zhang Qilin's brows remained the same even though he had tasted sour grapes.
The old lama in Medog also received their gifts.
He looked in the direction of Yunnan, which was a good place.
The distinguished guest is living well.
There were also a lot of dried flowers that were sent to him to make tea.
Some of the specialties will also be sent to him.
Zhang Qilin and Hei Xiazi have now basically set a time to go to Medog and the grassland every three years.
Just treat longevity as a small pendant.
When Changsheng received the prayer wheel from the old lama, he was very surprised, because it was not for Zhang Qilin, but for him.
He wanted it very much at that time.
He didn't want anyone else's, he only wanted the old lama's.
The old lama said that he would give it to him when he died.
So the old lama really died.
The person who delivered the gift was the little lama from that year. He has grown up now, but the distinguished guest still looks the same as he did back then.
He stayed in this small mountain village for two days and then went back.
He had a lot of fun playing with Changsheng.
The old lama said that Mr. Chang had a heart of glass.
It is the appearance of Tao.
Sure enough.
They will no longer see the old lama.
He is a little lama.
The morning light was dim and the mist had not yet completely dissipated. Dewdrops rolled on the tips of the grass leaves, crystal clear.
Hei Xia Zi was shirtless, wearing only a pair of loose old shorts. He squatted by the vegetable patch and carefully watered the newly planted tomato seedlings.
The moist smell of soil mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees penetrated into the nose.
"Blind man, don't water it too hard. The roots haven't taken root yet."
Zhang Qilin's voice came from the small bamboo shed next to him.
He was slowly cleaning up the charcoal ashes and skewers left over from last night's barbecue.
He was wearing a simple white cotton and linen short-sleeved shirt today, revealing smooth and powerful arm lines, which were surprisingly harmonious with the quiet countryside.
"I know, mute, I know."
Hei Xia Zi didn't even raise his head, and while he responded, he subconsciously slowed down the movements of the gourd ladle in his hand.
He is a man who often speaks in a dishonest manner, but he always listens to Zhang Qilin's words.
This is his mute, Mr. Zhang.
Changsheng ran over wearing Zhang Qilin's pair of oversized old cloth shoes, holding the big yellow dog in his arms, who was still drowsy after waking up.
He was wearing a T-shirt with cartoon patterns and shorts, his hair was sticking up in clumps from sleeping, and there were red marks on his face.
"Blind man, fool, good morning!" The voice was clear and carried the sweetness of someone who had just woken up.
Zhang Qilin: . . . .
It’s not that he doesn’t want to answer, sometimes he just doesn’t want to admit that he is the fool.
"Good morning, little Changsheng."
Hei Xiazi grinned, picked up a tender cucumber, rubbed it on his clothes, broke it into three parts, and handed it over, "Here, try it, it's very juicy."
Changsheng took it, took a bite himself, and stuffed a small piece into Dahuang's arms. Dahuang was obviously used to this kind of sharing and chewed it resignedly.
Zhang Qilin walked over and silently handed Changsheng a small piece of roasted sweet potato left over from last night, and gave Dahuang a piece of clean dried meat.
Da Huang immediately wagged his tail happily and ran to the side with the dried meat in his mouth to enjoy it.
"What are you doing today?" Changsheng asked vaguely while chewing the sweet and crisp cucumber, his big eyes rolling around.
"Let's go pick some mushrooms?" Black Blind suggested. "It rained yesterday, so the mushrooms should be emerging from the woods by now."
Zhang Qilin nodded in agreement. This was their daily routine of whileing away the time.
Three people and a dog walked slowly towards the back mountain.
The mountain road is winding, the shadows of the trees are swaying, and the air is filled with the unique slightly fishy fragrance of soil and humus after the rain.
Changsheng was like a happy little deer. He ran to the front and pointed at a cluster of milk fungi that had just emerged under the roots of the tree, shouting excitedly.
After a while, he squatted down again to watch the ants moving, holding the old prayer wheel given to him by the old lama in his arms. As he ran, it made a slight, dull "buzzing" sound.
Hei Xia Zi had sharp eyes and soon found a large bunch of excellent quality chicken mushrooms under a pile of pine needles. He whistled proudly.
Zhang Qilin was more calm. He used a sharpened wooden stick to carefully pry up the plump boletus mushrooms from the roots and put them into his backpack.
Changsheng held the prayer wheel and followed their example, rummaging through the pile of fallen leaves.
He didn't quite recognize mushrooms, but he thought the small mushrooms with bright colors and strange shapes were very beautiful.
He wanted to reach out and touch it, but Zhang Qilin quickly slapped his hand away: "Don't touch this, it's poisonous."
Changsheng retracted his hand without getting angry. He chuckled and turned to look for some wild flowers and weeds that he was familiar with.
He picked a handful of lavender wild chrysanthemums and a few furry foxtails and clumsily made a wreath.
The big yellow dog followed him closely, occasionally lowering its head to sniff the wild flowers on the roadside and sneezing.
On the way back, his backpack was filled with fresh mushrooms. Changsheng wore a wreath he had woven himself on his head, and held the bunch of wild chrysanthemums in his hand.
The sunlight shone through the gaps in the woods and fell on them, making them feel warm.
For lunch, we naturally had a mushroom soup pot.
The fire in the earthen stove crackled, the milky white soup in the big iron pot bubbled, and the rich aroma filled the entire courtyard domineeringly.
Zhang Qilin was the chef, adding only a little salt and a few slices of ginger to preserve the original flavor of the wild delicacies to the greatest extent possible.
Hei Xia Zi was responsible for adding firewood, and at the same time teasing Da Huang who was circling around the stove and drooling with greed.
Changsheng lay on the small wooden table next to him, picking the wild chrysanthemums one by one and carefully placing them into a coarse pottery bowl filled with clean water, saying that he wanted to "offer flowers" to the old lama's prayer wheel.
The soup is so delicious that it makes your eyebrows drop.
The three of them sat around the stone table in the yard, eating simple rice until their foreheads were sweating, and they were very satisfied.
Dahuang also got a large piece of chicken without salt and a few mushrooms. He lay beside his food bowl and ate so hard that his tail was wagging.
The three grown men soaked in the warm water, dispelling the slight chill of the early morning in the mountains and the fatigue of picking mushrooms.
The steam was so thick that it stretched the joints between people's bones.
Hei Xiazi leaned against the edge of the pool, squinting his eyes and humming a tuneless little tune.
Zhang Qilin closed his eyes and rested, with drops of water sliding down his well-defined jaw.
Changsheng was the most restless. He held the precious prayer wheel and floated in the water for fun.
He took a deep breath and sank down like a round dumpling submerged in milk. After a while, he floated up again, his wet hair sticking to his forehead and a silly smile on his face, as if he had succeeded in a prank.
Zhang Qilin and Hei Xiazi were already used to it, and only when he sank for a little while would they lazily reach out to pull him out.
"Changsheng." Hei Xiazi suddenly called him.
"Are you happy following us?"
“Happy, very happy.”
Because you won’t despise Changsheng. Mom said that only those who don’t despise Changsheng are Changsheng’s good friends.
Longevity is very precious and not something that ordinary people can recognize and understand.
The corners of Zhang Qilin's mouth curved upwards in the mist.
Originally, people in the village raised geese, but the goose bit Changsheng, and the goose became stewed in an iron pot.
Zhang Qilin said that cheongsams and bellybands are very suitable for blind people.
You know, in ancient times both men and women wore bellybands.
Well, they had a lot of fun.
Changsheng can testify that the blind man basked in the sun on a lounge chair all day long and did not go out to hang out.
It can't be shaken anymore.