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    date="2021-09-25"

    title="52.Chapter 52"

    weight="137019"

    series = ["Carrying a Hoe to Cultivate"]

    mode = "manual"

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    At night, Gu Wen sat in the room by himself, waiting quietly for Xia Yi.

    In the afternoon, the entire prefect’s mansion was in chaos. After Father Xia fainted, he quickly reached out to hold the person, but was pushed away by the crying Mother Xia, and only helped him into the room with Xia Yi.

    And he stood in the courtyard in a daze, watching people hurriedly passing by, bumping into his shoulder from time to time, and said to let him go.

    At last he retreated to a corner with no one, standing at a loss, not knowing what went wrong.

    After Xia Yi asked his servants to send him to the room where the original body used to live, he had to leave in a hurry, preparing to accompany the father Xia who was still not awake.

    When Gu Wen offered to go with him one by one, Xia Yi did not explicitly refuse, but showed a distressed expression.

    Gu Wen immediately understood and said: "Then you go alone, be careful not to make the elderly angry."

    Looking at the panic in his dark eyes, Xia Yi felt soft, and wanted to stay and comfort him, but thinking about Father Xia who was still lying down, he had to kiss his face and said softly, "It's okay. , Don't worry, I'll be back later, you wait for me first."

    Gu Wen nodded quickly, "Go, I'll be waiting for you here."

    The moment Xia Yi closed the door, I saw Gu Wen standing in the house looking at herself.

    Against the light, the facial features are well-defined, the deep eye sockets are high and the brow peaks, and the eyes are extremely black, like a deep pool.

    Although he didn't say anything, Xia also knew that his expression at the moment was nervous.

    he is hurt.

    Xia Yi thought of this, and her heart suddenly throbbed like a needle pierced.

    He hesitated, as if to make a decision, and opened the door again, "Come with me? Go and talk to your father."

    As soon as the voice fell, Gu Wenzhu, who was still standing in the room, his eyes lit up instantly.

    Xia Yi walked in, wrapped his arms around his thin waist, and placed his head lightly on his shoulders, "Brother Zhuo, it's not your fault. Did you know? Men and men are not allowed to be together in this world."

    "Man and man? But you are not a man, you are a brother." Gu Wen murmured, his voice confused.

    Xia Yi raised her head and stared into his eyes, "There are no brothers in this world, only men and women. That's why parents will be so angry when they hear that we are married."

    "Brother Zhu, it's not your reason, it's not what is wrong with you. Understand?"

    Gu Wen was startled for a while, "It turns out that it was not because I did something wrong, or what was not good enough, that made your father dissatisfied?"

    "Yes." Xia Yi nodded heavily.

    "But there is no brother in this world, you are also a man in the eyes of the world, so they don't allow us to get married?"

    "Yes." Xia Yi held his face in distress and nodded again.

    Gu Wen's expression gradually relaxed, and the corners of his lips were slowly pulled up, revealing a relieved smile, looking clean and clear, "Then let's go to see my parents together, I will try to make them accept me."

    "Let's go, let's go together." Xia Yi took his hand, his palm was warm and dry, making his heart calm down instantly, opened the door and walked out.

    Mother Xia sat on the head of the bed, gently pressing Father Xia's temples, and said nothing.

    Father Xia lay on the bed with his eyes closed, listening silently.

    When Xia Yi opened the door, Father Xia heard the door ring and immediately opened his eyes to look.

    Seeing Xia Yi and Gu Wenzhu both walking in, they turned their heads and closed their eyes.

    Xia Yi walked over and sat on the head of the bed, slowly taking his father's hand on the quilt and holding it in his palm.

    "Father, I know you are for my good, that's why I'm so angry."

    "Although my father and mother never said it, I know in my heart that your greatest wish is that someone can always be with me, love me, and spend my life peacefully."

    "I've already met that person, and I'm just brother. The child is not filial and often annoys my parents and makes you worry about me. I really want to keep listening to you in the future, so that you won't be sad for me anymore. But my parents, Except this time."

    "Because I leave Brother Zhu, I will be sad for the rest of my life, and I will never be happy again for the rest of my life."

    Gu Wenzhu also took the first two steps at this time, his robe corners were raised, and his knees knelt heavily on the ground, "My father, I can learn from my heart for Xiaoyi. In this life and this world, no matter what happens, I will love him and protect him. He makes him happy. I will never be separated from him for the rest of my life, even if I die, I will not let go."

    "Father and mother, please rest assured that Xiaoyi will be handed over to me."

    Father Xia remained silent, lying there with his eyes closed.

    But his breathing was obviously heavy, the corners of his eyes were wet, and his lips were slightly trembling.

    Mother Xia was already sobbing, covered her mouth with a veil, and then she spoke helplessly and bitterly, "Master, forget it, you don't know that Xia Yi has been stubborn since she was a child, look for it. Ten cows can’t be brought back. Why bother to ruin his body and make him feel resentful, hurting the relationship between father and son."

    Seeing that Father Xia didn't say anything anymore, Mother Xia waved her hand to Xia Yi and said, "Go back to the room and let your father rest first."

    In the room, Gu Wen leaned on the carved bed one by one, watching Xia Yi curiously touching here and there in the room.

    "Brother Zhu, look at the Eight Treasure Pavilion in this room. There are no ceramic bottles and various ornaments, but cricket cages and clay figurines. It is very interesting."

    Xia Yi picked up an exquisitely crafted cricket cage, looked at it and smiled and said, "I think this disappeared Xia Yi really resembles my personality and hobbies. No wonder my parents feel that there is nothing wrong."

    Gu Wen nodded absent-mindedly, and hesitated, "You said, my parents didn't drive me away, but stayed with you. Does this mean you have already admitted me?"

    "That's what it means. The old man can't save his face, he doesn't recognize it, he already recognizes it in his heart." Xia Yi grinned happily.

    After laughing, my heart became sour again.

    It is how much parents love themselves that they will acquiesce in this, which is considered a shocking marriage in today's society.

    Besides, his father is still a prefect, equivalent to the secretary of the municipal party committee at the prefecture level. From now on, have to withstand the pressure of public opinion in society and the officialdom.

    I made my parents worry about me in the original world. After I came here, I changed to my parents and continued to worry about me.

    What an uneasy thing.

    While wandering around the room while thinking about what was going on, his men randomly opened the drawer of the closet next to him.

    The drawer opened, Xia Yi was shocked, and saw a doll in a crimson long gown lying inside.

    The doll is about a foot long, and the head is still invisible in the depths of the drawer, but the clothes are made of similar materials and styles, very delicate.

    Xia Yi thought it was very interesting, and took out the doll with her hand.

    When he stared at the doll in his hand, he was shocked, his eyes widened, and he froze in place.

    Damn, fuck, fuck... Xia Yi can only think of these two words now.

    I saw that the doll he held in his hand turned out to be an Ultraman dressed in clothes and made of plastic.

    An unbelievable surge in Xia Yi's heart, he quickly stripped off that layer of clothes, and a red and white Altman appeared in front of him.

    This is the little boy’s favorite toy, Ultraman, which costs tens of dollars apiece.

    He crossed his hands on his chest, posing in the classic posture of Ultraman.

    This kind of Ultraman is very common in toy stores, large and small, and Xia Yi also had a few when he was a child.

    But isn't this something from the original world? Why did it appear in the world of Xiuxian, or the room of Xia Yi here.

    There was a muddle in his mind, and the Oldman held in his hand was dazed.

    what the hell is it?

    Gu Wenzhu also noticed Xia Yi's abnormality. He had originally leaned against the head of the bed, but now he sat up straight.

    "What's wrong?"

    Seeing Xia Yi did not answer, he just stood there in a daze, looking like a thunderstorm. Gu Wen stood up in confusion and walked over, reaching out and taking the Ultraman away.

    "What is this?" Gu Wen squeezed the Ultraman and looked over and over again. "The demon head is still innocent."

    Frowning, he saw Xia Yi's small shirt pinched in his other hand, and quickly took it over and put it on Altman, "Put it on, otherwise it looks ill-fated."

    "These children in the world of cultivating immortals are playing with strange things."

    Xia Yi was in a mess now, and he didn't pay attention to what Gu Wen was talking about.

    When he was a child, he also had several Ultramans, with different sizes and poses. One of his favorites is exactly the same as the Ultraman in front of him.

    I just don't know when, can't find it suddenly. After searching everywhere, asked parents. They said that they were stolen by a thief.

    He was sad and rioted, rolling and howling on the ground, so angry that Father Xia almost lifted him up and gave him a beating.

    In the end, had to take him to the toy store and let him choose a new toy of his choice, which reluctantly gave up.

    Before that Ultraman was lost, it was his favorite toy, held in his arms at any time, and put it next to the pillow at night.

    That winter, when he was sitting by the briquettes and eating chestnuts roasted by his father while roasting the fire, he inadvertently rubbed Altman's head against the hot chimney.

    It was his father who found out that there was blue smoke, so he snatched Ultraman over. Although the action was timely, the plastic back was also scarred.

    Thinking of this, Xia Yi suddenly took the already-dressed Ultraman from Gu Wen one by one, stripped it clean after a few swishes, turned it over and looked at its back.

    In the candlelight swaying, the back of the toy Ultraman showed a burning scar the size of a copper coin.

    How is this going? How is this going? Xia Yi murmured, eyes full of confusion and horror.

    Why do my childhood toys appear here?

    Could it be... Could it be... Suddenly a conjecture appeared in Xia Yi's mind.

    "179, 179." Xia Yi began to call the system eagerly, "You tell me, when did your vulnerability start?"

    "It started when you entered the farming world by mistake." 179 replied.

    "No, you lied to me." Xia Yi's tone was cold.

    "Host, I really didn't lie to you. My information shows that this loophole was discovered only after you arrived in the farming world." 179 shouted wronged.

    "If it's a loophole that only exists now, then tell me, how come my childhood toys appear here?"

    "Don't tell me the toy came with me, because this Ultraman has been missing for many years."

    "Also, do you think I will make a small Han suit for Ultraman?"

    179 did not answer, as if thinking seriously.After a while, he definitely replied: "It's not true, because this style is totally unsuitable. If you want to do it, you will also make a suit of armor for him to wear."

    Although the entry point for systematic thinking is very strange, the answer is the same by different routes. It is this Ultraman who has not only brought it here now, it has existed here for a long time.

    The author has something to say: Thank you little angels for following the article, thank you for your support and encouragement.

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