Nezha Breeding Manual

Seeing so many people standing aside, Ye Wanqiu finally came to his senses, quickly let go of Nezha's hand, wiped away the tears on his face and saluted: "I've seen Madam."

Huntian Ling brushed her hair softly, slipped back into Nezha's hand, and was held by him.Seeing the appearance of his mother and many other people, Nezha immediately overcame his bewilderment just now, and raised his hand as usual, but there was still a trace of strangeness in his tone: "Mother is well."

Madam Yin stared blankly at Ye Wanqiu, almost ran over and grabbed her hand, pinching her a little painfully: "You, are you all right? Were you all right when you met Nezha?"

The maids on the side also gathered together and discussed in a low voice in surprise, their eyes kept looking at this side, as if they saw something extremely weird.

"No, I..." Ye Wanqiu shook his head, before he could figure out how to make up a reasonable excuse to perfunctory, he saw Mrs. Yin suddenly turned her head towards Nezha, with a fragile hope on her face, wanting to reach out to hug him, But Nezha stepped back to avoid it: "Mother, don't touch me, you will get hurt."

Mrs. Yin stared wide-eyed at the boy in front of her and her hand hanging in the air, suddenly fell to the ground trembling, her face was pale, and finally cried out, repeating only one sentence: "My child... my child! "

She cried miserably, as if all the sorrow and sorrow that had been suppressed for the past six years were all induced at this moment, rushing up to her heart and throat, cutting her flesh and blood, making her originally gentle and soft voice It became hoarse, crying with blood, reminiscent of those tragic ghosts who wailed endlessly at night, and the bitter and spicy smell that fluctuated with emotions became more complex and thicker.

Nezha watched Mrs. Yin kneeling on the ground and reaching out to him, the light in her amber eyes moved slightly, like the afterimage left by teardrops rolling on the irises, she couldn't help walking forward, trying to He raised his hand to touch her trembling fingertips, but stopped suddenly.

He remembered that when he was just born, Mrs. Yin wanted to hug him several times and touch his face, but every time he approached him, she was tortured to the point of being out of shape by the burning pain, and almost died several times. The body is also getting worse.

Nezha closed his eyes, slowly clenched his flat hands, and hung them by his sides. He stood there stiffly, with a frown on his brows: "I'll take my leave." The Hongxia-like figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ye Wanqiu hugged Mrs. Yin who was almost half fainted from crying, looked back at the clear and cloudless sky, and anxiously said to the other maids: "Hurry up and help Mrs. Yin back to rest, I'll go find the third son."

Having said that, Ye Wanqiu had no clue where to look for it, so he could only walk around in the General Military Mansion looking for that amaranth figure.

Along the way, she met many servants who were in a hurry, but unfortunately she couldn't find any news about Nezha after asking them one by one.It seems that in everyone's consciousness, Nezha is just a hazy existence shrouded in layers of divine light, no different from those stone statues hanging on the altar for worship.Everyone just knew that the third son who was born from a god, except instinctive awe and obedience, had absolutely no understanding of the rest of him.

She searched for a long time but still couldn't find Nezha. When she was in a hurry, she suddenly smelled a thin lotus fragrance floating in the wind, which was faint and almost nonexistent.Ye Wanqiu turned her head along, and saw Nezha sitting on the edge of the green tile wall that was only a palm wide behind the row of green trees, with his face resting on one hand, and looking in the direction of Mrs. Yin's bedroom with dull eyes, as if he could As if to see if his mother was all right.

Ye Wanqiu breathed a sigh of relief, walked over, raised her head and called him: "Don't worry, third son, Madam just lost control of her emotions suddenly, just take a rest."

Nezha sat on the edge of the wall without moving, as if he didn't hear her words, and didn't answer, he was like a delicate porcelain doll whose soul had been taken out, lifeless.Ye Wanqiu looked at him for a while, then climbed up the wooden ladder where the servants were temporarily leaning against the wall to trim the woods, sat not far from him, and slowly said to him: "Madam just cares about you very much. That's why. In fact, mothers all over the world are the same, they only want their children to be safe and happy. So as long as you can be well and always be happy, she won't be so sad."

After hearing her words, Nezha lowered his thick black eyelashes halfway, covering all the expressions in his eyes, and only asked softly: "Then what if, I am the root of her heart disease?"

Ye Wanqiu paused, seeing him let go of his hand, Hun Tianling was affected by the depression on his body, and fell weakly along the blue tiles under his feet, meandering like a bright red river.

"If it wasn't for me, my mother would be very happy. With her two elder brothers always by her side, under Cheng Huan's knees, she will definitely be much better than now. She doesn't have to worry about me every day, let alone worry about it and become ill. "He said lightly, from his eyes to his tone, there was a kind of cold gray, even self-loathing.

"That's not the case." Ye Wanqiu hurriedly interrupted him, looked at him seriously and said, "I know you chose to live in the West Courtyard because you don't want Madam to worry, and you don't have much contact with people. It can make her worry less. But in fact, Ma’am, this is what she is anxious about. She is a very good mother. She only wants to care about your well-being and whether Gao is happy. The less you appear, you don’t like to talk and never laugh. The sadder she is, she always blames herself for not taking good care of you.

She just wants to see you happy, even if she can't get close to you, then she will feel a lot more at ease, really. "

Nezha kept silent, so Ye Wanqiu could only sit quietly with him.

After a long while, he suddenly turned his head, and his amber eyes full of skylight looked at Ye Wanqiu sharply and curiously: "Why are you fine when you meet me, but not other mortals?"

Maybe it's because I'm a rock, so I'm more resistant to fire.Ye Wanqiu slandered, but still pretended to think for a while, and replied: "Maybe it's because I've been working for a long time in the past few months, and my skin is rough and fleshy. So your general attack with immortal magic can't break through my physical protection?"

Nezha, "...can you explain?"

"It means, I don't know either." She replied guilty.It's not that she wants to hide it from the other party on purpose, it's just that under the current situation, Ye Wanqiu thinks it's better not to say anything.Otherwise, when the time comes, the other party will treat her as some kind of stone-grown spirit, and after several attempts to explain it, she will be knocked down on her forehead like the East China Sea White Dragon in the early animations. She will probably have to be buried on the spot.

Nezha looked at her for a while, then withdrew his gaze, and disappeared over the edge of the wall.

Maybe it was because of Ye Wanqiu's words, from that day on, Nezha gradually stopped seeing people all day long, but often accompanied Mrs. Yin's side.Although the mother and son are still unable to get close or touch each other, Mrs. Yin was relieved to see some changes in Nezha.Coupled with some elixir that Nezha found from Drowning Sea, at the beginning of the spring of the second year, her health was much better than before.

Chentangguan in March is the most beautiful. It really faces the sea and the flowers bloom in spring, but it will still be slightly cold when it rains.

Ye Wanqiu was sitting under the eaves of the verandah in the west courtyard, moving his neck and shoulders, which were sore from long-time embroidery, watching the heavy gray rain splashing on the General Military Mansion, flying like pearls and rolling jade from the lead-gray deep Jumping down from the clouds, the fragrance of early spring flowers and the fresh smell of cypress are drenched and gloomy.Rainwater and various wet smells condense together, forming a unique cold fragrance in Ye Banqiu's sense of smell.

The clothes on the simple stretcher were only half made, but she was a little lost in thought looking at the rain flowers blooming on the bluestone slabs.

I don't know what happened to my mother?

I have been here for almost half a year, I don't know how long I will continue to stay?

Will she go back?If she could go back, would she be facing a completely unfamiliar era?

Would everything she was familiar with before disappear long ago?

These questions always come up to her from time to time, making her unable to concentrate on the things in front of her.However, Ye Wanqiu is basically used to her occasional confused and depressed mood. Anyway, life has to go on, and she will slowly adjust herself.After all, no matter how much you mourn, you can't change the status quo. It's better to work hard to live honestly.

Thinking of this, Ye Wanqiu shook his head and continued to embroider with his head bowed.

This dress was made for Nezha, and his previous clothes were now too short. Mrs. Yin also jokingly asked whether he had been drenched in the spring rain, which is why he grew so fast after the New Year's Eve.However, Nezha actually hates being exposed to the rain, even to the point of loathing, and the resistance is so strong that it is a bit abnormal.

After embroidering a few stitches, Ye Wanqiu turned her head along the lotus fragrance, and saw Nezha tied the two ends of Huntian Ling to the beams of the house and sat like a swing, looking at her unsteadily: "I asked you a question last time. You haven't answered me yet."

"what is the problem?"

He clicked his tongue, "Did you do it on purpose?"

"Really not." Ye Wanqiu slowly pulled out the silk thread and needle in his hand from the fabric, and replied, "It's just that you asked too many questions last time, so I don't know what you want to ask now. Which one is it?"

Nezha frowned and looked at her displeasedly: "I mean, where did you come from?"

Although the housekeeper said that she was a girl from the same family as him, she didn't live in the same place at first, but came here after the family was in trouble.In addition, Ye Wanqiu never talked about his past affairs, even if he occasionally asked the old housekeeper, he was always vague, which made Nezha even more curious.

"A place with mountains and water." Ye Wanqiu replied.She didn't dare to say too much about her own affairs, for fear that if she said too much, it would be untrue. It would be really embarrassing if Nezha always remembered her but forgot when she said it.

"There is always a name."

"you guess."

He really started counting the places that could be named: "Chaoge? Yincheng? Fancheng? It's not Chentangguan. I haven't seen you before."

"You said yes."

Her casual and perfunctory attitude made Nezha's expression turn cold immediately, as soon as he pulled Hun Tianling, he walked out, and the beams of the house trembled and shook a few times, almost collapsing.Ye Wanqiu looked up in a daze, and quickly chased after him to hold him: "Why are you angry?"

The boy glanced at her with a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, expressionless: "Since you don't bother to say, then I don't bother to ask, isn't that good?"

Ye Wanqiu was at a loss for words, and black lines immediately covered his head: "...don't be so arrogant, please, obviously you won't be like this in the future."

So what has been done to you in the past 3000 years that is not as good as a beast? Can you please perform it live?Ye Wanqiu almost cried out.

"How do you know what I will be like in the future?" Nezha raised his eyebrows and asked back.

"I..." Ye Wanqiu blurted out, "Three-year-old looks older, and seven-year-old looks old! You are already seven years old, so of course you can see the future." As she spoke, something popped up in her mind. The common sense of the dynasty's history also followed suit, "And from the custom, isn't it only when interrogating prisoners and preparing for marriage that family backgrounds are questioned so carefully? Why do you always have trouble with my family background..."

Nezha was taken aback when he heard the words, the tips of his white ears hidden in the long black hair immediately turned slightly red at a speed visible to the naked eye, his vermilion lips were tightly pursed, he broke away from the other party, and directly used the fairy method to leave the place.As soon as he left, he used divine power to change the trajectory of his fall, and all the rainwater that hadn't touched him at all returned to normal, and fell on Ye Wanqiu in unison, freezing her completely in a short while.

Sure enough, she concluded while shivering in the heavy rain that children are indeed more terrifying existences in this world than ghosts.

This is not an exaggeration at all, at least when Ye Wanqiu tried his best to make many beautiful pastries, and finally coaxed Nezha to be happy again with endless soft words, she really felt that she really didn't want to Raising a child again, coaxing once is more tiring than doing a five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulation.

Anyway, that thing still has the correct answer and problem-solving ideas to speak of. Coaxing a child is simply stepping on the edge of collapse and confusion, and it is also a double test of IQ and volume.

If reality didn't allow it, Ye Wanqiu really wanted to grab this Chentangguan flower and pull it up for him to grow.Such a torment at such a young age, what will happen in the future.

The rise and fall of the Shang Dynasty is really your Nezha's responsibility, Ye Wanqiu thought and sighed.

It was still raining outside the window, and it finally cleared up after three consecutive days.This rain woke up the permafrost who had experienced the whole severe winter from their slumber.Less than two days after the rain stopped, there was a layer of illusory greenery everywhere.

The new clothes in front of me are basically finished, and we just need to wait for the final embroidery samples to be finished.Ye Wanqiu tried to rummage through the remaining fabrics, and compared them to figure out what kind of belt would be the most suitable.

Before she could decide on the pattern of embroidery on her belt, Nezha, who had already practiced spells early in the morning, jumped down lightly from the eaves, but landed as swiftly and silently as a cat, and the red silk wrapped around her shoulders fluttered and dragged the ground.His habit of appearing and disappearing had frightened Ye Wanqiu several times before he changed it spontaneously.

Seeing Ye Wanqiu staring at her all the time, Nezha came over and sat opposite her, tilting his head: "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking about how to lie to you to represent the country in gymnastics competitions to win glory for the country, and then I can sit next to me and tell other people, 'Everything is the result of the children's own efforts'."

Nezha frowned, "You're saying something inexplicable again." As he spoke, he took a bite of the pastry on the side and asked casually, "I'm going to the East Sea in the afternoon, do you want to follow?"

East China Sea?

Every time this term appears, Ye Wanqiu's heart thumps, and after a brief pause, it pulsates almost out of control.When she thought of those scenes in the myth, she felt...

"Why are you distracted again?" Nezha waved his hand in front of her, drawing her attention back, "To go or not?"

"What are you doing in the East China Sea?"

"I just want to go. It's really strange for you to ask this question."

Seeing Ye Wanqiu remained silent, Nezha gave her a strange look: "Are you afraid of water?"

"No, I just lost my mind. Madam asked me to follow you all the time, so of course I have to go wherever you go, so just go." Besides, she would feel more at ease after following her.

It was a very normal sentence, but he didn't know where it offended him. Nezha turned his face after hearing it, and started to get up and walk out: "Since you are so reluctant, then forget it."

"???"

Ye Wanqiu's heart was frantically swamped by a bunch of question marks:

——What about the saying "born to be a magistrate and proficient in rituals, three years and six months to descend to the gods"?

——Others are old children, old children, and only become children when they are old. Why do you start living more and more before you grow up?

——Also, isn’t your character setting a little bit wrong, shouldn’t it be cold, dignified, willful and arrogant at the beginning?How do you feel that only willfulness is left now?

However, experience tells Ye Wanqiu that it is useless to reason with Nezha, a stubborn little brat at such a time, and coaxing with soft words is the hard way that will never work.

Just such a strong personality that eats soft but not hard, is simply the standard configuration of a tyrant in ancient puppet novels.If there is another charming enchantress...

Ye Wanqiu was deeply worried, and what was supposed to be so obedient suddenly became: "Have you met Daji?"

Nezha temporarily forgot to be angry when she asked this strange question that was too jumpy, and then replied, "I have seen it a few times."

The worry in her eyes grew stronger: "Then do you think it looks good?"

He recalled, his brows were suddenly pressed, his eyes showed some obvious contempt and sharpness for no reason, and his pretty face was as cold as peach blossoms covered with frost: "It's just a fox in human skin, what's so good about it?" .”

She blinked, and then remembered that Nezha could easily see through those disguised monsters.

"What do you ask for this?"

"Ah, I heard that she is a great beauty, so I really want to see her."

"It's just a human skin that she picked up from somewhere else and maintained it on her body with demon power. Do you like that kind of thing?" Nezha asked a little confused, with a hint of innocence in his tone, I don't feel like I'm talking about something that won't pass the review.

"No, thank you for helping me stop wanting to see the beauty." Ye Wanqiu replied with a twitching corner of his mouth, then stretched out his hand to pinch his face, which felt great, "Let's go, don't you want to go out?"

Nezha, who had hardly had skin-to-skin contact with others since he was a child, didn't know how to react to this kind of behavior. Apart from feeling a little strange, he could only dodge her gaze and back away, his face reddened and serious towards her. Scolded: "I told you not to do this..."

Also shy.Looking at him, Ye Wanqiu felt extremely regretful that this was an era without cameras.