Chapter 3 Fathers
byShen Qingxuan sat on the chair with two jars of wine in his arms, with a smile on his face, staring at the black face of the King of Hell, he just refused to serve the jars properly.
"How long are you going to hold it?" The King of Hell glared at Daozhang, "My weapons are all broken, so I took two jars of wine to make amends, and I'm still reluctant to put it down."
"If you stop him, let alone two jars of wine, I'm willing to give away two hundred jars."
Shen Qingxuan sighed, got up and put the wine jar on the table, "Since he can break in, it's easy to find someone."
Hades put away the wine and asked him, "How do you want to end it?"
Shen Qingxuan just shook his head and did not answer.
Yimo took Shen Jue to travel around the underworld, Sanshengshi, Wangchuan River, and Granny Meng sold a bowl of soup for thousands of years.
He was finally able to be ashamed, preaching and dispelling doubts, Yimo explained almost the entire city one by one, not even letting go of the eighteenth floor of Purgatory, and took him on a tour one by one.
Sure enough, it was the Bone Mountain of the Blood Pond that was busy peeling the skin and boiling the bones.
This was the day when Shen Jue heard him say the most from life to death.
"We came to the underworld, and your father didn't want to leave." Yimo said, "He looked at these new things, and he stayed. I had a relationship with the King of Hell, and the time of reincarnation pushed back, and it didn't take a few years for him to learn After brewing wine, the brewing was not bad, so I took over the post of wine chief."
"Is it good?" Shen Jue smiled.
"The underworld originally only had five flavors of wine, but he made seven flavors." Yimo also laughed, with a proud expression on his face, "One of them needs ghost tears. You know what he wants to do, and he can always do it."
That's right. Shen Jue nodded in agreement, no one could stop what his father wanted to do.
The underworld is as vast as the human world, with many cities and streets lined with tiles and houses, the city is bustling, and wandering spirits and wild ghosts go their separate ways.
It's just that there is no light here, and it's gray. Most of the ghosts are no different from ordinary people, and there are some strange ones, with bloody intestines hanging around the streets.
Shen Jue looked around, still trying to adjust to her new identity, and a wandering ghost holding her head floated in front of her.
Seeing Yimo and the two, the headless ghost stopped, cupped his head in both hands, and winked at Shen Jue.
"New?" asked the head, then turned to Yimo with his head in his hands, and spoke to them with his head held up.
Yimo looked at the black blood that was splattered on his body with disgust, and frowned and said, "Put it back."
"Don't pretend." The head laughed, "Unless you tell me who he is."
Shen Jue didn't think much, reached out and grabbed the head that was making a face, and pressed it on his neck, which was spewing blood.
"It's the other way around," Emo said.
With his hands up, he watched his son tore off his head again, turned around, and pressed it back again.
"It's crooked," Yimo said again.
Shen Jue wanted to stretch out his hand again, and the wandering ghost screamed and floated away with an "Ow Ow".
He succeeded in making fun of himself without having to do it himself, and Yimo, who satisfied his own taste, squinted at his son: "It doesn't look stupid, why did you commit suicide?"
The inevitable question still came.
Shen Jue knew that he couldn't hide and didn't want to hide. The only two relatives in the world were his only safe haven. He never hides anything from them. just don’t know where to start, these things—the company of the first few decades, the search for the next five hundred years, are the same as Yimo so far. The ending was quite different.
Everything seemed to be a mess, the thread could not be sorted out, and even the tongue was stiff and did not obey.
He really didn't speak properly for many years. After they were buried deep in the ground, his sorrows, joys and anger disappeared.
When he was young, Shen Qingxuan taught him to read and write, he said, "Dad, I don't like to write."
Shen Qingxuan hugged him and said, "Dad didn't like to write essays when he was a child. Your grandfather said, if you can't even write essays, you won't be able to speak in the future. It would be a shame to let people know how good that is. But when you can make a fuss, you know what to say."
As he spoke, he lowered his head, kissed the soft hair on the top of the child's head, and asked Zhang again, "Does Xiaobao understand?"
When he understood, he read a lot of books and wrote a lot of articles. Until Shen Qingxuan passed away, no one asked him to hand over an article for three days.
When he picked up the pen again, he was already a general in the court. Langhao's pen was filled with official documents, and he never described his likes and dislikes in black and white.
In the end, there is no need to write even the troupe. It has been a long time since I have done an essay, so naturally I am wasted.
"He is a god." Finally, Shen Jue said to his father, "I found him."
After a pause, he added, "I don't even count as a demon, but a half-human, half-demon monster."
In the end, it was the end of the conversation, Shen Jue said, "He doesn't need me."
After a paragraph of words was scattered, Yimo frowned and stared at him for a long time.
In his sharp gaze, Shen Jue gradually lowered his head. As if the fragmented words exhausted all his strength.
Yimo's anger just soared, it was violent and sudden, and it was useless to contain it. After being a ghost for more than 500 years, he didn't need to breathe for a long time, and even his heartbeat was still. Punch, every strike is screaming murderous **.
my son! Yimo stood in front of him, stiff and upright.
In front of him is the son of Shen Qingxuan who has never been willing to be harsh in the slightest in his three lifetimes;
He was always with him to preach and solve doubts, and he never suffered great grievances along the way. From a baby in a swaddle to a giant wolf galloping in the forest, their sons have been coquettish and beaten, and have suffered a lot of flesh and blood. hurt.
But no one would let their son say Zhang I was a half-human, half-demon monster.
Yimo raised his hand, and his slap was already in the air.
Shen Jue instinctively turned her face and waited for the slap to fall.
Ultimately no.
"Don't let your dad hear that."
Imo says chapter
"He will be sad."
When Shen Qingxuan returned home from the King of Hell, the first thing he saw was the back of the beauty curled up on the couch, motionless, not even saying hello.
He asked Zhang curiously, "What's the matter, who made you angry again?"
After looking around, he didn't see Shen Jue in the room. Shen Qingxuan walked over and grabbed Yimo's long sleeves and asked him, "Where's Xiaobao?"
Yimo threw off his sleeves in a dull voice, and simply curled himself tighter. Obviously, he was no longer a snake demon, and his behavior was still like a long worm.
Shen Qingxuan tugged at his long hair that fell to the side in a playful manner, and said angrily, "I didn't mess with you after all, do you still want to be angry with me?"
Seeing that he still didn't respond, Shen Qingxuan had no choice but to let go and walk aside, "I'm going to brew today's wine, you wait and calm down." He said again, "If you're still sulking when I finish brewing, it's time for me to be angry. ."
After speaking, he walked away slowly, leaving him curled up on the beauty's couch by himself, and continued to be angry without moving.
The hourglass that timed turned twice, and when Shen Qingxuan came back, Yimo remained the same as before, and did not move a bit. Shen Qingxuan thought to himself that this was very good. The signs that he had not returned for two hours showed that the matter was not trivial.
In previous years, they would occasionally be angry, never for more than half an hour. There is no sign of easing at the moment, Shen Qingxuan also began to worry, grabbed his arm and said, "Sit up!"
"No." Imo didn't move.
"Don't be stubborn." Shen Qingxuan said, "Whoever annoyed you and went to him, what did he say when he was so annoyed."
Yimo rolled over and sat up, and was about to blurt out the sentence, "It's not a good son you raised," when she saw Shen Jue standing at the threshold looking at them, so she swallowed it in one breath, almost not choking.
Shen Qingxuan turned his head along his line of sight, met Shen Jue's eyes, and suddenly understood.
"Father." Shen Jue smiled shyly: "I was angry with me."
Without looking at Yimo's black face, he confessed: "I said I was a monster. He was sad."
-Which one should be sad for you! Yimo simply glared at him through gritted teeth, so thick-skinned!
Shen Qingxuan simply moved a chair and sat down, his eyes turned a few times between the father and son, and after thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but laugh.
For a while, the two ghosts were stunned, looking at him giggling alone. The more they looked at him, the more he laughed, and in the end he couldn't even sit on the chair. The most prosperous winemaker in the entire underworld, hugging the legs of the chair and laughing like a madman.
"Stop laughing." Yimo went over to help him, but unfortunately people's whole body went limp with laughter, like noodles, they just got up and then slid down. Yimo really had no choice but to help him. Buu sarcastically said: "Don't laugh out of your breath, then you are the only ghost in the underworld who makes you laugh to the core."
Shen Qingxuan just slowed down a little bit, and when he heard this, his laughter became even crazier, and his laughter twitched.
The room was filled with his uncontrollable laughter, Yimo was full of sullenness, and he was so uncontrollably laughed at by this person.
"You are really annoying." Yimo said, holding the person in his arms and patting his back, complaining: "How can it be so annoying."
Shen Qingxuan finally stopped laughing, and while breathing, he replied intermittently: "No, you don't hate it."
"I don't hate it." Yimo changed his words quickly: "I don't hate it at all."
Said and looked up at the door, Shen Jue was no longer there.
"He left early."
Shen Qingxuan said, "You are really a fool."
Yimo was very dissatisfied with this title, but the next sentence blocked all his doubts.
"For him, we've been dead for hundreds of years."
Shen Qingxuan raised his head from his arms, his eyes were full of doting teasing, laughing at his innocence, laughing at his wandering in the underworld for three thousand years, but still did not understand these simple truths.
Their children have been without parents for hundreds of years. Hundreds of years of sacrifice, hundreds of years of incense, hundreds of years of loneliness with no one to be attached to.
His parents were the last curtain that separated him from this world. And their deaths directly destroyed this barrier, leaving their children alone in this fickle and ruthless world.
"He said that the monster was not belittling himself, but looking for himself."
"People are born to death, and they seek up and down. After a long journey, there is a return." Shen Qingxuan said slowly: "He will find the cable that belongs to him."
Yimo was silent for a long time, and said:
"It's time for us to reincarnate."
"Okay." Shen Qingxuan replied, "Don't worry about him."
Because of the long lost, there is a return.
Yimo found Shen Jue, he was wandering the streets, walking slowly through the streets and alleys of the ghost town, his eyes were indifferent and distant, Shen Qingxuan was always right, he was no longer the one who followed him through mountains and rivers, and seemed happy wherever he went. Young people on a trip. He was a lonely soul who walked alone for five hundred years, watching every piece of land that was once full of memories and laughter become a strange landscape.
"We'll go back in three days," Yimo said.
"Okay." Shen Jue nodded, "I'll send you off."
Yimo stopped talking and turned to leave.
Shen Jue stood on the spot, and the ghosts passed by one after another, some floating, some walking, and some ghosts with broken lower limbs crawling on the ground. In the bizarre scene, Yimo, who was far away, disappeared into the shadows little by little with his hands behind his back.
He did not follow. Instead, he turned around and looked at all the grotesque ghosts walking in his direction. They were young and old, but he didn't know any of them.
They are all lonely souls and wild ghosts, all lonely souls, just like him.
He can only be alone.
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