Nezha Breeding Manual

It was as if the fire fell from the sky, burning the clouds and burning the sky, and a corner of the fragile sky was lifted, revealing the raging and violent bloody splendor behind it.

She blinked slightly, watching the golden red on the top of her head settle deeper and deeper, and the dark red shadow swept into a monstrous wave, engulfing everything around her.The end of the world was pressing on top of her head, and everything in the world withered like smoke and dust, and evaporated into nothingness in an instant.

"The sun seemed to be flickering in the sky, and the weapon gave off a terrible scorching heat that shook the earth and the mountains. In large areas, animals fell dead, rivers boiled, fish and shrimps were scalded to death, and birds mourned. Like thunder, wherever it went, the enemy soldiers burned like burnt tree trunks...”[1]

In the chaos, there seemed to be an ethereal voice calling her:

"come over."

"Come here."

"Go back to where you belong."

"come over."

"come over."

"It's so hot..." she murmured, wanting to curl up her body to resist the scorching sea of ​​fire like God's punishment, but the moment she moved, her whole body uncontrollably moved toward the blackness that split open on the ground. The abyss fell into it.

She was startled, and she struggled to wake up, and fell heavily on the cold floor, painful and cold, as if her bones were about to fall apart.The overhead air conditioner is tirelessly producing more cold air to sprinkle in the room, and the cool and refreshing airflow extinguishes the heat on her body.

The warm light in the summer afternoon is golden and hot, filtered by the curtains into scattered soft light all over the place, projected in Ye Wanqiu's eyes that are not yet fully awake, spreading a layer of bright amber, and the circle of light swirls leisurely in the eyes.

She got up, stretched out her hand and stroked her half-length messy black hair back habitually, tied it with the hair rope on the table, raised her head to move her shoulders and arms, sat in front of the computer and clicked on the game "Assassination of the Earl" icon.

Holding a magnifying glass in his hand, the image of the detective whose face was half covered by the stand-up collar of the windbreaker moved on the progress bar for a while, and finally entered the game interface.As always, the background of the game interface is a medieval Gothic castle looming under the dark night of a thunderstorm.

The punk hunter manipulated by Ye Wanqiu is standing in place, and the priest's notes obtained by passing the level when he exited the game interface last time are in the character's hand, and the system pops up a message box to remind the player to click to read.

She clicked to confirm, the screen was choppy, and a roll of parchment slowly unfolded on the screen.

The detailed design of this game with Western fantasy and suspense as the main elements is quite in place, and special effects of alteration and blood are added to the parchment.

While watching, Ye Wanqiu reached out to take a sip of the glass of beer on the table that was still floating with fragments of unmelted ice, and the black hair on her sideburns fell loose, softly sticking to her white and soft jawline.Before reading the words on the screen, there was a knock on the door, and then the voice of mother Ye Zhilan: "Come down, Wanqiu. Go to your cousin's school entrance banquet."

The words “Entrance to School Banquet” came into his ears like a bug crawling, Ye Wanqiu couldn’t help but trembled his eyelashes, and poured all the remaining beer in the glass: “Got it, mom, come down immediately.”

After finishing speaking, she quit the game, opened the closet and randomly grabbed a piece of clothing to change into, loosened her hair and straightened it with both hands.His eyes wandered around in the dressing cabinet, and finally he chose the red headband wrapped around his wrist that had been worn for many years but was still brand new.A finger-wide bright red brocade, with two small golden beads carved with lotus patterns pendant on both ends.

Ye Zhilan never asked her to take off this red satin, whether she tied her hair in summer or wrapped her wrists in winter, she just couldn't leave her body.

Said that this was what she begged from the temple of the third prince's palace to save Ye Wanqiu's life, so she must wear it.

This cousin is the same age as her, only Xiaoye Wanqiu has been around for four months, she is not very good at studies but she is quite good at reading.Last month's college entrance examination also performed normally, the total score exceeded the main line by more than 50 points, and he was able to enter a good university steadily, which was much wider than Ye Wanqiu who had just stepped on the line.

After knowing Ye Wanqiu's score, the homeroom teacher gave her advice, telling her that if she wants to go to a local university with this score, it is very difficult, so she might as well go for a foreign university.

"I think that's how I was admitted to our university at the beginning, not because of my high scores, but because I happened to be the only one who dared to apply that year! Young people, you have to be more determined, anyway, there are a few parallel volunteers behind, Fill it out carefully, you must work hard and keep the bottom line."

The homeroom teacher, who is over 50 years old, was elated when he said this passage, and the pride he felt for his luck and courage in the past turned into a clear smell of roasted olives that permeated Ye Wanqiu's sense of smell, full of arrogance.Ye Wanqiu was taught, holding his breath and cupping his fists: "The old class is amazing!"

It’s just that this kind of fact is hard to come by. After Ye Wanqiu came out of the office, he squatted in the shadow of the steps and began to seriously think about how much shit luck he had in the past 18 years, and how much confidence he had to fight it off. .

After finishing the calculation, she sadly found that her luck index since she was a child was probably not as good as the yellow that was raised by the neighbor next door to her grandmother's house in the country.At least Ah Huang relied on his own racial advantage of a native dog to force that VIP rival who came from the city and was accustomed to eating fine dog food to get overwhelmed and was forced to retire. He flicked his tail and hugged the beautiful dog return.And she, apart from her innate sense of smell, has no other advantage.

If anything, there is only one person with a good attitude.

And strictly speaking, her abnormal sense of smell is not a lucky thing.

From a young age, Ye Wanqiu can smell the unique scent of each person, which represents each other's fate, fortune, and emotional changes.It's like smelling an incense, the top note symbolizes the person's life, death and health, the middle note is fate and luck, and the back note is the mood change of the other person at the moment.

She can know other people's life by smelling it.

Ye Zhilan thought she had a problem with her sense of smell, so she didn't even open the embroidery shop during that time, and took her to various hospitals, big and small, but there was no cure at all.Ye Wanqiu also gradually realized that she was different from ordinary people. Since she was eight years old, she began to learn to lie and hide, pretending that her abnormal sense of smell had healed on its own, which made her mother feel relieved.

Sometimes Ye Wanqiu would wonder if he was a person who had no sense of smell in the past ten lives, and accumulated virtue by clearing customs, and finally moved God in exchange for a sensitive nose.

It's a pity that maybe God is too busy. By the time she was created, she was already so tired that she was dizzy and her relatives didn't recognize her. So when distributing the sense of smell, her hands trembled like their high school cafeteria aunt, concentrating all the weight on the nose. .

It can be regarded as fulfilling her dreams in previous lives, and now she can smell everything she should and should not smell.

However, as long as everything is too much, it is a burden, and so is her abnormal sense of smell.From the moment he walked into the restaurant to attend his cousin's college entrance banquet, Ye Banqiu was almost as if he had been pushed into a clay vat full of mixed spices.

Those who sincerely congratulate are scented with gardenia, those who are jealous and disdainful smell of ebony, and those who are envious have a strong fragrance of lily.There are also many people who don't care about this school entrance feast, just sit on the sidelines and talk about other things.Some of them smell like grapefruit, which means they are currently in good health, and some have a faint smell of overripe bananas because of their illness.

There are also people whose life is destined to be mediocre and smell like lemonade, and there are also people whose life is rough and full of sorrow, so they smell of sweet and sour hawthorn, and so on.

Ye Wanqiu lowered his head and stood upwind of the cabinet air conditioner, letting the cold air of the air conditioner blow away all kinds of smells that were too complicated and silted up in the air.They were intertwined, just as the fates of these men were intertwined, and they became more and more intertwined until they reached an inescapable conclusion.

She adjusted her breathing and forced herself to adapt to the smell here. She had done this kind of thing countless times. She was proficient, but she could never get used to it.

This is also the reason why Ye Wanqiu prefers to stay in his embroidery shop and follow his mother to do all kinds of needlework than to join the crowd.Yejia's handmade embroidery shop is well-known throughout Yicheng, Sichuan and Chongqing. The most distinctive products are all kinds of custom-made handmade cheongsams, and there are also a variety of handmade cloth bags, cloth shoes, handkerchiefs and shawls, etc.Ye Wanqiu learned from her mother since she was a child, and she has learned it quite well now.

After a round of toasts at the dinner table, everyone's topic suddenly turned to Ye Wanqiu who had never spoken.The various smells in the air gradually changed, and the bitter smell of gleeful misfortune began to become apparent, and it was dull and heavy.She listened to the sincere or hypocritical comfort and admiration from the people around her, and she only pursed her lips with a professional smirk, and the dizzying smell was so strong that it tortured her olfactory nerves all the time, and she began to feel a little out of breath. But he was out of breath, and there was a faint pain in his forehead.

Seeing the people around her getting more and more eager to ask questions, Ye Zhilan put down the toast glass in her hand, and responded with her usual expression: "It's just as long as she does her best, there is nothing to compare with. Anyway, it will be a job in the end, our embroidery shop It is enough to support us. Wanqiu is skillful, quick to learn and has ideas, the embroidery shop in her hands will be better than in my hands. Thank you for caring about her."

Hearing what Ye Zhilan said, some people shut up knowingly.

After eating and giving presents, Ye Wanqiu and his mother returned home early.She had to decide on her intended university and major before the deadline for the first batch of voluntary applications, and the choice of region was very important.Because Ye Zhilan raised her daughter while taking jobs and nurturing new embroiderers in the early years, her eyes and cervical spine were affected. Ye Wanqiu didn't want to be too far away from home when she was in college.However, if she stays in the local area, her score is not very advantageous, and there is no local preferential policy yet.

Ye Wanqiu turned the voluntary report guide to a certain page in other provinces, and there were two red circles she circled on it.She hesitated, watching Ye Zhilan rubbing her neck after two stitches, her fingers never typing the codes of the two universities on the keyboard.

Or choose a university nearby, she thought, anyway, she will return to the embroidery shop after graduation, and she can often go home to help.She likes the embroidery shop at home very much, and also likes the delicate and complicated embroidery methods and embroidery products, and wants to keep the shop running.

When Ye Wanqiu was still hesitating, Ye Zhilan suddenly said: "Tomorrow, you can go to your Uncle Ling's to buy some new paint, rice paper, fabric and embroidery thread and come back. I wrote it all on the paper, you Take it with you. Buy some decorations, you have a good eye, just pick and choose.”

While she was talking, the movements of her hands didn't stop, the thin needle between her fingers shone with fine silver light like fish scales under the light, and those golden or red silk threads were intertwined and intertwined in Ye Zhilan's hands. Well-organized, slowly blooming on the white smooth silk and satin.The skills of the top embroiderers are superb. Watching their embroidery is like watching how a pale and barren picture scroll is slowly and charmingly dyed with color, adding vitality and growing soul.

Ye Wanqiu responded, closed the computer and sat beside her mother, tilted her head and looked at the characters and patterns on it curiously, her clear eyes were as beautiful as a cat: "Who is this embroidery for, Mom?"

The figure that has been basically formed on the embroidered cloth is a handsome young man with phoenix eyes and red lips, long hair like splashed ink, wearing red clothes and silver armor, holding a purple flame spear, and his eyes are as cold and sharp as ice.A half-embroidered piece of elegant red silk wrapped around him as brightly as a crimson sunset glow. On one end of the finished piece was a three-legged golden crow embroidered with gold thread, while the color and silver toad pattern on the other end were just prototypes.Under the boy's white boots are a pair of bright gold steamers, and the falling sparks stretch out to form clusters of unformed golden lotus flowers.On the left side that is vacant on the silk surface are the names and names of the gods that have just been embroidered on the border.

In fact, Ye Wanqiu knew who it was without looking at his name. The palace of this young god was in Cuiping Mountain, not too far from his home. Every year, countless believers from both sides of the Taiwan Strait came to worship and worship.

"Next month is your birthday. This is on your birthday, and I'm going to enshrine it to the Third Prince's Temple to fulfill my wish." Ye Zhilan raised her head and moved her sore neck, and the hair that was hanging down was obviously able to breathe. Seeing that there are many gray hairs, "Have you figured out where to go to school?"

"I want to stay nearby." Ye Wanqiu said, walking around behind his mother and rubbing her shoulders and forehead, "Stop embroidering, more and more people are visiting here recently, the business in the shop is enough for you That's it, I'll do the rest."

Because of the beautiful scenery and the birthplace of folk mythology, Yicheng has always been the most important city for tourism in the southwest.Most of the tourists who come here will come to visit this ancient small town in the suburbs. The business of the Ye family's hand-embroidered shop is always very prosperous in the tourist season.

Ye Zhilan nodded wearily, took off her glasses and put them in her pocket, patted her daughter's hand, got up and made room for her in front of the stretcher, glanced past the red belt of golden lotus beads on Ye Wanqiu's head, and smiled again , said with emotion: "I begged you for this red satin from the third prince's palace when you were four years old. It's strange to say that you were so sick at that time, and you went to the hospital everywhere to be cured. , Nothing is going to get better. But with this red satin set, you wake up early the next morning, the fever subsides, you don’t vomit after eating, and you slowly return to your spirit. The master of Xinggong Before you, I warn you that this red satin can't leave your body, and you must come to fulfill your wish that day..."

As she spoke, she sighed, "This time really flies by in the blink of an eye."

Ye Wanqiu stopped embroidering red nasturtiums, turned her head to look at her mother's profile under the sluggish light: "I won't go far, Mom. I'll just choose a university nearby."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ye Zhilan shook her head, rubbing her fingers between her brows, "I've already asked your teacher, it's the best for your future if you can go to a university outside the province, you can't stay in this small town forever in?"

"There's nothing wrong here." Ye Wanqiu muttered, the thin needle in his hand pulled the mixed-color silk thread to fly like a butterfly, and the outline and background color of the lotus gradually took on a basic shape.She embroidered for a while, raised the needle to gently lift the hanging black messy hair and put it behind her ears, not afraid that the needle tip would hurt herself, and she was proficient in controlling the strength.

Ye Zhilan sighed: "I know you are worried about me being alone, but I still hope you can go out and have a look. But whether you want it or not is up to you, I won't interfere."

"Don't worry, I will think about it, Mom." Ye Wanqiu said, "Go to bed first, the students from the embroidery shop should come to class tomorrow."

"Okay. You should also go to bed early and don't stay up too late. Just embroider it before your birthday."

"I will sleep after I embroider this red lotus."

Early the next morning, Ye Wanqiu went to an old store outside Santiao Street to buy fabrics and silk threads. The owner of the store, Uncle Ling, was Ye Zhilan's junior high school classmate, and he belonged to the kind of elder who watched Ye Wanqiu grow up.I have no major problems, I just love smoking, even if my lungs are not good, I can't quit.In his words, "I'm going to report to Master Yan anyway, so don't be wronged if you can. Life is short, enjoy yourself while you can."

The rice paper, paint, fabric, thread, and various small decorations required for a dozen orders are quite a lot. When they were all bundled up and placed on the back seat of the bicycle, the front of the bicycle was crooked.Ye Wanqiu took out the medicine that an old customer of a shop had brought from outside the province and handed it to Uncle Ling, raised his hand to wipe off the sweat, with a bright smile on his fair and beautiful face: "For you, Uncle Ling. My mother specially entrusted someone to buy it from outside, if you can’t quit smoking, you have to find a way to detoxify it.”

"Hey, Zhilan has a heart." Uncle Ling grinned while biting his cigarette holder, his eyes were squinted, and he took out a sealed red envelope from the drawer and stuffed it to Ye Wanqiu, "The girl is promising, and she is going to go to college. Uncle Ling doesn't have much money." , that’s all I can give.”

"You'll be successful wherever you are. If you don't get high enough, you don't know where you can go." Ye Wanqiu shook his head dejectedly, refusing to accept the red envelope handed over by the other party.Uncle Ling clicked his tongue and stuffed it directly into the bundled fabric, causing the bicycle to sway: "Uncle Ling said that girl, if you are promising, you are promising, so don't push any more. I'm still in business, and your mother is waiting for you." I want the cloth and thread."

Ye Wanqiu looked at Uncle Ling who had already walked into the store and began to greet customers, and shouted: "Thank you, Uncle Ling!"

"Thank you, I remember coming to my place to buy cloth."

"Sure, our embroidery shop has been buying from you for many years."

"Go back, girl."

"Goodbye, Uncle Ling!"

After finishing speaking, Ye Wanqiu stepped on the pedal and rode back to the embroidery shop along the road paved with bluestone slabs.Due to the needs of tourism development, the town still maintains the classical style of blue tile and stone roads. When riding on the road, you can occasionally look past the relatively low tile-roofed houses to see Cuiping Mountain not far away.

It is rainy in Yicheng, especially in summer, and it usually comes and goes quickly.As soon as the sun shines majesticly, all the wet water vapor evaporates, leaving only a moist and fresh air in the air, blending with the smells of the surrounding people due to various emotions and fates Together, it smells a little weird.

The excess water gathers and shrinks into Cuiping Mountain, and the white mist that evaporates into a skirt floats inlaid on the side of the green mountain.When the weather is good in summer, some trees on the mountain are clearly visible, and you can see far away, until all eyes are engulfed by the green to blue silhouettes of the mountains.

Ye Wanqiu stopped at the door of the embroidery shop, moved in all the materials he had just purchased, then parked his bicycle in the narrow alley next to the house, and locked it together with a lock and a water pipe.

In the early morning, there were not too many guests, and everyone wanted to go into the mountains while the weather was cool.It was not until the evening and the night market that everyone played in the mountains for a day before eating and shopping around the hotel slowly.Mother was busy teaching the students in the embroidery shop how to embroider, while Ye Wanqiu was in charge of sorting out the materials one by one. The picture of the three princes on the lotus flower on the frame should be finished by her before the end of the month.

While she was busy, her cell phone rang suddenly.

Ye Wanqiu picked it up, "Hello? How are you?"

"Excuse me, is this Ye Wanqiu? A Yizhong student who just finished the college entrance examination?" There was a female voice on the other end of the phone, crisp and sweet, and it felt like a cold cake with chewing gum in summer, comfortable and pleasant.

"Yes, may I ask who you are?"

"I am the Admissions Office of Yida University. May I ask if you have determined your aspirations recently?"

When Ye Wanqiu heard this, she basically understood that she had received too many such calls these days, and they were all recruiting students from some unknown majors or schools that had never even heard of the name of the university. Know where they got their contact information.

"Sorry, I didn't intend to..."

"Don't worry, we are a formal school. If I remember correctly, the name of our university is on page 340 of the reference guide you have in hand."

Ye Wanqiu froze for a moment, found the reference book buried under many fabrics, opened it, and found the name of this university, but it had very few enrollment records.But as long as there are universities listed in this reference book from the Ministry of Education, they are indeed regular.

"Uh, I see it."

"Well, that's right. Now it's like this..."

The other party introduced to Ye Wanqiu the basic situation of the university, several professional recommendations, and the preferential terms that could be given in concise and quick words.After Ye Wanqiu heard it, he felt a little inconceivable about the conditions the other party said, and instinctively became vigilant.

After the call, she called her high school head teacher again to discuss what had just happened.The homeroom teacher pondered for a while, and said, "This university is pretty good. It's close to Yicheng and it's also a key university. Its enrollment is quite unique, and it's directional. It's good if you go there. You should be your first choice. Give it a go."

"That's it. Thank you, teacher, I will try." After Ye Wanqiu finished speaking, he hung up the phone and continued to lower his head to arrange the fabric and silk thread in his hands.

After finishing all the parts, she sat back in front of the frame and continued to embroider the picture of the third prince.

There is a clear light flowing in from the window, haloing on her fingertips and silk threads.The bowed girl concentrated on embroidering the veins of the lotus petals, like a very devout believer, watering the bloody lotus at the feet of the statue with great care.

The youth-like deity looked at her in a cold light, neither sad nor happy.

The author has something to say: [1] Quoted from Mahabharata

The following is a little explanation, I hope you can take a look.

The background of this article is basically superficial and original, and the male protagonist Nezha basically follows the mythical setting, which has nothing to do with the movie of the devil boy [say important things three times].

All the myths and stories involved in the article will be modified a lot according to the needs of the plot.

Finally, all the settings in this article are nonsense, don't take it seriously.