The Zodiac of Beautiful Men
Red Hair and Little Red Hair
A man walks slowly in the forest and mountains, feeling the gentleness of the gentle breeze blowing his hair. Indescribably comfortable and comfortable. On the mountain top in autumn, red maples are dyed in layers, hovering around the edge of my dress, swaying gracefully.
It’s not that I have the leisure to enjoy the gorgeous autumn maples alone, nor is it that I’m tired of my lover sneaking out for a half-day of leisure, but I’m forced to do so miserably. I originally took my lover at home to "Nine Sounds" for a short stay, and by the way, I had a romantic relationship with a dancing star I hadn't seen for a long time. After only three or five days, I was summoned back by a letter from the God Clan.
I don’t know if those elders were frightened by the fact that my mother left the God Clan for twenty years. Whenever my mother and I wanted to leave the God Clan, they would definitely stand outside the house and collectively petition that one of the two must be left behind. It is absolutely impossible for people to leave the God Clan at the same time. Just a few days ago, I took advantage of my mother's helplessness to dissuade me after the two guards of Suzaku and White Tiger started fighting with my father, and quickly fled the God Clan with a bunch of lovers. However, in just a few days, my mother also took The three men fled and were nowhere to be found.
So, the only trace of me became the target of recall by the Gods.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want to accept it, or that I didn’t want to ignore it, but it was the content of the letter that finally made me choose to come back.
"The guards of the God Clan exist to protect the clan leader, and their lives depend on the clan leader. Now that the Xuanwu guards have not returned for four years, the clan leader is missing one of his guards. The elders of the clan have agreed to choose another guard for the clan leader." Ruruo. In the past, I didn't even bother to raise my eyebrows or ask about which bodyguards to choose. It was only after experiencing the fight between my father and the Suzaku and White Tiger guards that I understood the cruel rules among the divine guards.
The Protoss is a tribe that respects its leader, so naturally the guards selected must be the best and outstanding, and behind the guards' dedication, there is a cruel competition.
Winning the title of bodyguard is not just based on martial arts. Behind this title is that if the clan leader is dissatisfied or the elders determine that they have not fulfilled their duties, the identity of the bodyguard can be challenged again.
How to challenge?
It’s still a fight. Anyone who thinks he has the ability to perform the duties of a guard can challenge. The winner will naturally win the title, and the loser...
There are only two guards of the clan leader. There is no way for the loser to survive, and their pride will never allow them to survive while losing the title. .
When my father had me, he would either admit to seducing the clan leader or challenge his identity as a bodyguard. If challenged, only two of the three can stay, because this is their dignity as guards. As the two main wives, the two have nothing to gain. A nameless outsider gave birth to the heir of the clan leader. No matter what point, they are unable to face their own identities. The only way is to let their father drive one of them away in the name of challenge. Step down.
And this is what the God Clan is happy to see happen. After all, the elders are not willing to see the father of the patriarch and heir being a low-class person without status.
My mother, with her own status, powerfully suppressed the two guards and elders, and even wanted to pass on the position of patriarch to me. Perhaps she wanted to get rid of the identity of the patriarch, so naturally she would not need to accept it. She doesn't want to let go of those two people under the constraints of these cruel rules, right?
Having let them down for more than twenty years, how can you bear to take their lives again?
I have been watching her scratching my head while guarding the three of them, fearing that Yang Tan and Ling Qian would either beg her to get rid of her status as a bodyguard or challenge her father. Snickering, today finally came to the point where I couldn’t laugh anymore.
The elders of the God Clan are already dissatisfied with Mo Cangming's assistance to Ren Huanyu. If it were not for the sake of helping me recover my skills and finally atone for my sins with my life, I am afraid that I would not let go so easily. . But now, four years later, there is still no news from Mo Cangming. This derelict attitude once again made the elders angry.
Yes, four years have passed. In these four years, he has not returned to the God Clan, and there has been no news from him. It is as if he has disappeared from the human world. .
At that time, I respected him and let him go, but now I feel a little sad when I think about it. Such a resolute man, a man who dares to challenge the world's vision, should be cherished. It's a pity that even if I wanted to give it to him, he wouldn't disdain it.
He disdains my pity and my charity. He would rather walk alone and arrogantly in the world, like a lone wolf, cool but tragic. . If I nod and choose to resign from his position as Xuanwu Guard, he will not be able to get real relief. The elders of the God Clan will definitely send a large team of people to find his whereabouts and then take his life, because this is the rule of the replacement of guards of the God Clan. .
It turns out that after getting this answer, I chose to give up my original idea and would rather keep his position. Once you are a guard, you will never give up. After understanding all the background, I became even more relieved about his ambition to kill me in the first place to compete for the position of clan leader. I returned to the God Clan just to tell the elders not to worry anymore. I have no plans to replace the Xuanwu guards. As for that person, I only think that I am repaying him for the "Bingjian Fire Lotus".
I don’t know if it’s the desolation of autumn that reminds me of that person, and that under his guidance, I set foot on the road back to the Gods for the first time.
I don’t know if I have lived a leisurely life for too long, which reminds me of the days when I quarreled and scolded him, making a lot of noise.
I don’t know if it’s because my bones are itching, but it reminds me of the carefree battle with him, which was so hearty.
In a word, I am a bitch and I want to find someone to loosen my bones and move my mouth.
That flamboyant character and unscrupulous temper are like a jar of old wine that has been stored for decades, honest and spicy. Those who don't know how to appreciate it will certainly be choked by its intensity and lose their breath, but those who know how to appreciate it will control the burning while savoring the remaining sweetness. It’s just that there are too few people like this.
The road in front of the woods gradually opens up, and further forward is the cliff leading to the Gods. From the broad field of vision, you can see the clouds in the sky and the sunset in the distance. I should have been running all the way to the bottom of the cliff, but I frowned the moment my sight opened, and my pace subconsciously slowed down. On the edge of the bottomless cliff, a small figure sat upright. The tight-fitting shirt made the body even more slender. His arms were wrapped around, no, holding a sword. The three-foot Qingfeng was really ridiculously big in comparison. Is this still a child? Three years old? Or four years old? I looked around, suspicious of this sudden figure. The boundaries of the God Clan have been set up with restrictions and formations starting from the woods. If a mountain villager accidentally breaks in, he will naturally be bypassed and will never appear in front of the cliff.
The origin of this child is so strange
I slowly approached. The child was holding the sword stuck on the ground and looking forward motionlessly, right in front of me. The mist was so deep that it seemed bottomless, and there seemed to be no screams or crying, just sitting there, facing it.
I walked up to the child and wanted to take a closer look. At first, I even thought the child was asleep. It wasn’t until I saw the pair of long eyelashes flashing from the side that I was shocked to realize that the doll was actually a baby. Awake.
So calm and calm, whose child is this?
While I was looking around, the child seemed to notice my arrival. He raised his eyes and looked in my direction, meeting my curious gaze. .
Not frightened by my appearance, the doll just looked at it quietly, then looked away without concern, and returned its gaze to the bottomless cliff.
On the contrary, I was shocked at this moment, deeply shocked.
By the time the words came to my lips, I had forgotten all about them. I looked at the baby’s face intently, speechless.
This is a very beautiful child, with skin as delicate as crystal porcelain that can be broken by a blow. A pair of big eyes as dark as ink, a small pink mouth tightly pursed, and two delicate eyebrows knitted together, quite a bit like pretending to be an adult.
The beauty of my children is not enough to shock me. None of my children are out of shape. They have completely inherited the good traditions of their fathers. All of them will be stunning when they grow up. What shocked me about this child was the similarity in appearance. He was extremely similar to me. This similarity even surpassed that of Qingyin, Qianyu and Luo Lan. The similarity was almost 80%.
If it’s different, it’s just the hair color. It’s not my silver hair color, nor ordinary people’s dark hair color, but red. As red as fire, as bright as clouds, exuding a faint golden light in the afterglow of the setting sun, the proud posture was blown by the wind, and combined with the calm expression, it made me even more curious.
He...
There are countless possibilities in his mind.
First, people are similar, and any similarity is a coincidence
Second, my mother ate it secretly behind my father’s back, where did she get it for me? A guy who didn't know if he was a brother or a sister came out. Three,...the third one is probably the one I least dare to guess, but I have to guess.
"You..." I finally suppressed the throbbing in my heart. I stared at the child's face and took a deep breath. "Whose child are you from? Where are your parents?" .
It is better to ask than to guess. The results will be the most real and satisfying.
While my heart was pounding and waiting, the child slowly raised his head, glanced at me casually, and then lowered his head coldly.
What an arrogant child with such an indifferent attitude.
"Why are you here? Where is your home?" I took two steps forward and got closer.
With these two steps closer, the child finally raised his head again and stared at me.
His eyes were full of vigilance. He subconsciously wanted to move away and keep a distance, but then he seemed to remember something, and he hugged the long sword stuck diagonally on the ground, "I
"Because..." His appearance was so endearing that I couldn't help but take another two steps forward, wanting to touch that cute, pretentious face.
"Don't. come over. He frowned and stared at my feet, "Otherwise, you can't blame others if you lose your life." ”
Is this what a three or four-year-old child should say?
There is a sense of inferiority in his old-fashioned appearance, but his clear eyes and weak body are still... It makes people feel pity and cannot bear to be harshly criticized.
Look at his feet, a few stones and mounds of soil, seemingly arranged randomly, but they are a precise small formation, and this is exactly what he did. The method of the gods.
My heart was sure to increase. I walked casually through the formation's entrance, and in a few steps I was at his side. He squatted down while looking at me, and I pointed my finger on his forehead, "Who said that? I'm not coming in. ”
The doll looked at me, then at his feet, shrunk his neck, and swallowed. Obviously at the age of three or four, he couldn’t understand how I got in.
Pinching my tender cheeks, I smiled and said, "Are you a boy or a girl? "
He turned away fiercely and escaped from the control of my fingers, and raised his clear voice, "Why should I tell you? ”
From the beginning, this child has always had a defensive look in his eyes, and his straightforward tone reminded me of a person, a man with the same hair color as him.
Weird With a smile, I lifted up my fingers, and the little baby was held in my arms, lying on my knees.
My palms covered my little buttocks, "You have to say it yourself, or let me take it off." See your pants? "
"Ah..." The doll's body twisted like a loach, struggling in my arms, and its small fists hit the side of my legs with force.
I patted my butt gently with my palm, and my voice was full of threats, "Move again and I'll take off your pants right away." ".
"Male, boy. "He didn't dare to struggle anymore, for fear that I would regret it and speak quickly.
"Really? "I pointed my palm at his little butt and patted him again, "What if you lied to me? It's better to take a look.
”
This time, the little baby didn’t move or make a sound, lying quietly on my lap. Just when I was curious and ready to find out...
"Wow! ".
A shocking cry came out of his mouth, and he cried out in a clearly frightened voice, "Daddy, daddy, woo woo, woo woo, daddy..."
This voice shocked me. It was just for fun, but I didn’t expect it to frighten the child like this.
I stood up with the baby in my arms. Patting his vest, "If you don't look at it, why are you crying? ”
He was sobbing in my arms, choking so pitifully. His big tears slid down one by one, condensing on his chin, and fell on his face with his movements. Chest.
"You...suck...no...suck...liar?" "The baby twitched in my arms. Its big eyes became clearer after being washed with water. It lay limply on my shoulder. Its pitiful appearance made my heart soften.
"I won't lie to you. . "I stretched out my hand to wipe the tears on his face and patted his little face, "Why are you here alone? "
The soft and tender lips were deflated. He looked at the gravel mounds on the ground with aggrievedness and sniffed, "Dad asked me to wait for him here. He said that no one would come here normally. , as long as I don’t go out, no one will come in and hurt me. ”
I could have guessed something even if he didn’t say it. After all, this kind of restraint method is not something a child can do, but...
The anger in my heart is boiling. I raised my voice, and my tone was not very good, "Your father put you on the edge of the cliff, and you weren't afraid that you would accidentally roll down?"
He shook his head vigorously and murmured in a low voice, "Yan'er is very well-behaved. Yan'er always listens to his father and won't wander around." "I hooked his little nose with my finger, "What's your name? '' He tilted his head and looked at my face, his little thoughts clearly visible. After careful judgment and decision, he closed his mouth tightly, pouted, and shook his head again.
"Well, how old are you? Can you tell me?" I touched my arms and there were several pastries made for me that night. Opening the handkerchief, he picked one up and put it to his mouth, "Are you hungry?"
His beautiful eyes suddenly widened, he pursed his lips, carefully looked at the pastries in front of him, and lowered his head. He lowered his eyelids and said, "I'm not hungry."
There was a sound of swallowing a big mouthful of saliva, and there was an unbelievable growl in his stomach. He just hugged his stomach and said, "I'm not hungry. ”
With his stubborn character and defensive heart, what kind of education made him so sensitive? .
"If I want to bully you, I just need to throw you out of here. If I want to abduct you, I just need to take you away directly." The pastry in his hand came closer, "I want to I can’t finish the food alone, would you like to help me?”
“Thank you.” He thanked him politely, then took it with both hands and bit into it.
I watched him eat quietly, my face softened unconsciously. After he swallowed the pastry in his hand, I handed him another piece, "How old are you?"
"Three years old." It was obvious that he was hungry, but he still answered obediently when I asked the question.
Three years old! Should I laugh or cry at this answer?
It wasn’t until he had a satisfied expression on his face and burped a little that I tentatively asked, “Does your dad have a Xuanwu pattern on his vest?”.
He looked at me in confusion, his eyes flickering, obviously unable to understand the Xuanwu in my words. "That's the bastard." My voice stiffened, and my breathing stopped at this moment. Even the hand holding him trembled unconsciously. .
"Yeah." His body shook in shock, and the cake in his hand fell down. With this reaction, I sighed softly and felt a strange feeling in my heart. Looking at the child in my arms, what appeared in front of me was the figure of another person.
My hands couldn't help but wrap around his little body and touched his little head, "Where's your dad?"
"Daddy..." He scratched his head, "Daddy. He said it was inconvenient to take him with him, so he asked me to wait for him here."
"Why is your father coming back at this time?" My tone became colder, if it weren't for the baby's beautiful face. Let me squeeze out the softness, I'm afraid it has already stretched to the ground.
He tilted his head and thought for a while, then thought again, "I stayed with my father in a beautiful city a few days ago. Later I heard that the emperor's wife was here, and my father said she was coming back. It's a good time to come and visit his master."
My fingers clicked, and I gritted my back teeth and roared angrily, "Damn Mo Cangming, you bastard, you are carrying a picture of a bastard. Forget it, just hide your head and tail, I will definitely dig out your turtle head today!" He is actually in the capital of "Nine Sounds"! When he heard the news that I was staying in the palace, instead of seeing me or telling me that he had concealed me for four years, he rushed back to the Gods with his children, because the Gods without me, with his If you are familiar with him, you can definitely come in and visit Ren Huanyu without anyone noticing. "This bastard, not only does he not have any sense of guilt, he actually wants to hide. If I hadn't been recalled temporarily, wouldn't I have been unable to catch him in my life?"
"You damn bastard!!!"
The sleeves were pulled down by Xiao Xiao, and the person with a protective look stared at me, "Auntie, no. That’s what you said about my father.”
“Did I say something wrong?” She took another piece of cake and fed it into his mouth, “Isn’t he hiding behind you when he leads you around? ".
From just a few words, I can already infer that Mo Cangming has been single and wandering these past few years, otherwise he would not risk putting his child on the edge of the cliff instead of entrusting it to others.
"Then I'm a bastard." The little grunt shattered all my anger. Looking at his aggrieved face, no matter how many curse words I said, I could only swallow them back.
He grabbed my hair, and the silver hair flowed through his meaty hands. He played with it happily, with cake crumbs still on his face, "Auntie, why are you here?" "This?" "Because I am the leader of the God Clan, and your father..." I hesitated, looked at the baby's beautiful face, and sighed lightly, "Your father is my husband."
That pair. His clear eyes blinked, and he grabbed my hair in a daze, as if he was remembering something and trying hard to digest something. Look at my hair, look at my face, he sniffed, his short arms suddenly wrapped around my neck, and howled to tear my eardrums, "Mother..."
That kind of thing It was heartbreaking, the long-awaited feeling, and the deep longing were all screamed out in one sound, which instantly broke my heart. Mo Cangming must have mentioned me to his child, otherwise this short message would not have allowed him to guess who I am to him.
The little body was arched in my arms, and his head was buried in my chest. As he cried, his hands tightly grasped my clothes and rubbed them softly. .
As if he had suffered infinite grievances, he cried and howled even more than before. But the two words that came from time to time in the sobs brought a hint of sweetness to the sourness, "Mother..." relative……".
It seems that I am his god, that kind of dependence, that kind of coquettishness seeking protection, which makes him completely wet my front, and the warm feeling reaches my heart. .
"Do you know me?" Holding him, feeling the weight hanging on my body, so small and soft, made my heart cry.
He was holding my shirt with his hands like meatbags, pinching so tightly that even the front was wrinkled. He looked at me eagerly, full of admiration. .
“Dad said that... my mother is the most outstanding woman in the world, a person that is... admired.... He also said that my mother has... beautiful... silver hair, and... …amazing appearance.”
I stuttered a sentence, thinking hard.
I know that this statement is true, because it is impossible for a three-year-old child to say such a thing. Undoubtedly, all these are Mo Cangming's exact words.
This is the first time I heard his evaluation of me and heard the voice from the bottom of his heart.
"Do you want to kiss me?" I kissed his little face, and the smooth feeling made me rub it, which made him giggle.
"I think so." He lowered his head and replied in a low voice, holding my hair and playing with it, "But daddy said that mommy has many children, but daddy only has me."
Damn Mo Cangming, it seems he is really determined to hide this from me for the rest of his life.
"Tell mother, what is Yan'er's full name." I wiped his tears and wiped the cake crumbs on the side of my mouth.
"Mo Yan." He nestled in my arms and answered quietly.
Mo...Yan...
Hey Mo Cangming, let’s just take your last name, why don’t you let me tell you?
Touching his head, I smiled softly and kindly, "From now on, I will follow my mother and call her Ren Yan, okay?"
Don't let me tell you, I will be Ren Nichang. No matter what you say, whatever sounds nicer.
He looked at me, and after a long time, he whispered in a low voice, "If you follow mother, you won't have a father. Yan'er wants a father."
"How could there be no father?" I hugged him and walked towards the cliff, "Mom, take Yan'er to find daddy, okay?"
His lonely eyes suddenly lit up, and he nodded vigorously and responded repeatedly.
As I climbed down the cliff, the child’s laughter echoed in my ears, and I finally made up my mind.
Now, it’s time to have a good talk with Mo Cangming...