Father Zhang was sitting on the bedside and saw Mother Zhang sleeping under the quilt.
He blew out the oil lamp on the table next to him, lifted the quilt and lay down.
The only sound left in the darkness was the breathing of the old couple.
The two of them seemed to have fallen asleep.
The darkness that filled the room became silent.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhang's father cleared his throat and said in a hoarse and low voice: "Wife, do you think that our son seems to have a personality that is not similar to ours?"
Zhang's mother was not asleep either.
He immediately replied to Zhang's father: "He is wandering alone outside. I don't know how wronged he has been. His experience is different from ours, and his personality is different from ours. Isn't it normal? You didn't listen to what he said. He is just like us outside. The girl from another family has made a private decision for life!"
It's not a honorable thing to talk about a life-long private arrangement with a girl from another family.
But when Zhang's mother whispered to her husband, she didn't have to worry too much. There was a bit of pride in her words: "He is a man who can get into trouble... If he didn't have some ability, other girls would easily fall in love with him and be willing to have a private relationship with him." lifelong'?"
"That's not what I want to tell you...
I mean..." Father Zhang's voice was a little dull.
Zhang's mother snorted and said, "Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking.
This child, he is our son, our Zhang Wazi!
The words he said to me while sweeping the floor were so sincere,
If I hadn’t truly experienced the pain of being separated from my parents, I would never have been able to say that!
Don't be suspicious of his identity anymore - you are always afraid of causing trouble and don't want to help your son, but you can't just treat your son who was finally found as someone else's child just because of this? "
"..."
Father Zhang was silent for a while and whispered: "That's not what I meant."
"Previously, when we knelt down to thank the Peach God in front of the Peach God, there was no response from the Peach God.
No son's clothes appeared under the peach tree.
Didn't you also doubt your son's identity at that time..."
"I had some doubts at the time, but now I have no doubts at all." Mother Zhang said. Her voice became a little muffled, and she was about to fall asleep.
But Zhang's father was constantly worried, but he couldn't sleep.
Hearing his wife's voice, he sighed lowly and said softly: "Go to sleep, go to sleep. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it tomorrow. We'll go see it under the peach tree tomorrow...
Why.
This matter of my son is difficult to deal with, it is really difficult to deal with..."
…
Listening to Zhang's father sighing in the next room, Su Wu quietly opened his eyes.
He lay on the bed and waited for a long time with his eyes open in the dark.
It wasn't until the breathing sounds of Zhang's father and Zhang's mother sounded alternately and evenly in the next room that Su Wu gently raised an arm and put a piece of pale facial makeup on his face.
The moment the Facebook sticks on his face,
He disappeared from the bed silently.
It seemed like something was brewing in the darkness, and it seemed like nothing had happened.
Everything in the room was as usual, even the air flow in the room was exactly the same as before.
And not long after,
Outside the courtyard of the Zhang family, in front of the three peach trees behind the main room, a figure suddenly appeared - Su Wu stood quietly in front of the third peach tree from the left, observed the surroundings, and looked towards the road in front of him. Clusters of pink petals on the peach tree.
The six-day old ghost and true child between the eyebrows opened in an instant,
Under the reflection of his brows and raised eyes, the peach tree suddenly turned into a cold, gray and black tombstone.
The next moment, it returned to its appearance as a peach tree.
Su Wu squatted down in front of the peach tree, turned his palms, and took out a few pieces of yellow talisman paper cut into clothes. On the back of the clothes, which were made of paper and were as big as a palm, Su Wu was written in Yunji characters.
His Taoist name, as well as his current basic talisman grade.
He held the pieces of paper clothes, and with a thought, a cluster of flames burst out from under the clothes. The golden-red flames suddenly turned into a dark green color under the peach tree, and instantly swallowed up the pieces of paper clothes.
Not long after, several pieces of paper clothes were burned to ashes.
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A gust of wind swept away all the ashes.
Su Wu lowered his eyes and looked into the grass at the base of the peach tree, and saw several neatly folded clothes among them.
The style and shape of the clothes were exactly the same as those of the paper clothes he had just burned.
…
Father Zhang's heart was filled with sadness and he couldn't sleep well all night.
He always wakes up suddenly and falls asleep again.
After struggling like this until early in the morning of the second day, his old wife was still sleeping in bed. He opened his eyes but could no longer fall asleep, so he simply climbed out of bed quietly, put on his clothes and left the room.
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——First stood outside the window of his son’s room,
Hearing the subtle breathing in his son's room, Zhang's father showed a smile.
There are more people in the family, and it feels really different than before.
My heart feels much more at ease.
After staying outside his son's room for a while, Father Zhang's mood became much better. He raised his eyes and looked at the still dim sky - it was not even bright yet, and it was difficult to recognize people in the darkness.
Know the other person’s face clearly.
The sky was still dark and there was no light.
He lowered his head, left the courtyard with his hands behind his back, and went to the back of the hall outside the courtyard wall.
When he came to the third peach tree from the left, Zhang Hu became worried about gains and losses. The life he was living now was a life he had only dreamed of for many years.
His son is back home, his wife is with him, and the family is in harmony.
If there are still no clothes under the peach tree that the Peach God gave to his son, won't this dream of mine have to come to an end eventually?
But if you don’t come over and take a look now,
How can we be sure that the child is really our son?
Zhang's father had many thoughts for a while.
After standing there for a long time, he finally knelt down and bowed to the peach tree.
He then straightened up and stretched his head to look into the grass under the peach tree - he saw several pieces of neatly folded clothes under the peach tree, all of which were brand new men's clothes.
Father Zhang picked up the pile of clothes and breathed a sigh of relief.
Sitting on the grass!
At this time, his wife's voice sounded behind him: "It's our child, right?
Let me tell you, he is our child.
I confirmed it the first time I saw him.
You still don’t believe it!
Do you believe it now?"
Hearing his old wife's voice, Zhang's father shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said, "Don't you remember this matter yourself and follow you here before dawn? Obviously you were already beating in your heart, but now you became more confident.
Already."
"I came here to see what you were going to do!"
"Okay, okay, whatever you say will be whatever it is.
I won’t argue with you." Father Zhang shook his head, took the new clothes, stood up from the grass, and looked at Mother Zhang behind him with a smile.
Mother Zhang took the clothes from him and looked at the styles of the clothes, but her mind was not on the clothes at all: "You are sure now - that is our child.
How are you going to help the child with what he said?"
"This..." The wrinkles on Father Zhang's face suddenly appeared, "I will find an opportunity to discuss this with Mr. Han.
There is always a solution..."
"You discuss it with Mr. Han?
Will he listen to you?" Mother Zhang frowned and looked at Father Zhang, "If you tell Mr. Han about this, our son will never leave the village again - there are still our grandchildren outside the village!"
"Then, what do you think we should do?" Father Zhang asked hesitantly.
Zhang's mother held the clothes in her arms, approached her husband and said, "It's not like we don't know the way out of the village?
Although we have never walked outside the village, wouldn't it be enough to quietly send the children to the road at the entrance of the village in the dark at night?
There's no one guarding there either.
——Our village is living a life like a fairy. No one else would have thought that someone would let such a fairy life go by and run out of the village..."
"Isn't this okay?
Mr. Han has said before that no outsider can be allowed to leave the village.
If they talk nonsense outside, they will bring disaster to our Taoyuan Village..." Father Zhang was still hesitant.
"You still regard our son as some kind of foreigner?" Mother Zhang glared, "You are still guarding our child!
Manly man, you have been thinking about this for a whole day and you still can’t make up your mind!
Forget it, there is no need for you to interfere in this matter.
Just don’t go out and tell others!”
"Hey...wife, let's discuss it again.
Let's discuss it again, maybe there are other ways..." Zhang's father chased after Zhang's mother and followed Zhang's angrily back to the courtyard.
Su Wu was lying in the room, and he could clearly hear everything going on inside and outside the courtyard.
yard,
Zhang's father talked to Zhang's mother in a low voice, but he still thought it would be better to inform Mr. Han about the matter.
The more he said this, the angrier Zhang's mother became.
In the end, the couple did not discuss a specific plan.
At this time, the sky was gradually getting brighter.
There were several children outside the yard who kept banging on the door.
"They are the kids from the Han family." Listening to the shouts of the children outside the courtyard, Mother Zhang turned to look at Father Zhang, lowered her voice and warned him, "Don't talk nonsense later, let me talk to you."
they said.
If you talk nonsense, our family will fall apart..."
Father Zhang opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say much.
Zhang's mother turned around, walked to the door, and opened the bolt.
As expected, there were three or four children from Mr. Han's family standing outside the door.
"My old man invited Zhang Wazi to his house for dinner at noon!"
"Where is he? Why didn't you see him?"
Several children were shouting in unison.
There were children who stretched their heads and looked into the yard. Except for Zhang's father pacing in the yard, there was no sign of the young man from yesterday.
Mother Zhang smiled and said to the children: "He drank too much last night and is still sleeping in bed.
I'm afraid I won't be able to keep the appointment at noon.
You go back and tell Mr. Han that tomorrow, we will set up a few tables at home and invite all the villagers to come to my house for a banquet!"
She settled the matter with just a few words.
Several children jumped away from the gate of Zhangjiayuan.
Father Zhang looked outside the courtyard door and said hesitantly: "If we want to invite the villagers to a banquet tomorrow, we have to prepare the food and drinks today. I will ask the Peach God to give me a favor..."
"What kind of peach god are you inviting?!" Mother Zhang closed the courtyard door again and turned around to plan what Father Zhang would say, "It's not too late.
Let’s send the children outside the village tonight!”