Nezha Breeding Manual

The so-called precept room is a remote thatched hut in the General Military Mansion. Whether it is a soldier or a servant, as long as they make a mistake, they will come here to accept the punishment of confinement and fasting.

Nezha didn't come here many times, but it wasn't the first time either.

Before the door of the ordination room was completely closed, Ye Wanqiu watched as his side face, which was gradually engulfed by the black shadow, dimmed inch by inch, except for those eyes which were still bright and cold like stars.

The door was closed, she had lost sight of the other party, and only her sense of smell could still smell the light and cool fragrance of lotus on the other party's body.The moment the lock was locked, Ye Wanqiu heard Nezha say to her: "Tell my mother for me so that she doesn't have to worry about it. I will go out to say hello to her after dawn tomorrow."

His voice still sounded calm, only a very slight depression was mixed in it, like a hallucination.

Ye Wanqiu responded outside the door: "Okay."

After a short silence, he suddenly asked again: "Did Master ask you to come?"

Ye Wanqiu shook his head, and then realized that the other party couldn't see his actions now, so he replied: "No." Then he added, "But I can guarantee that I am neither a demon nor a devil, and I will not hurt anyone here. "

The precept room was full of darkness, only a few lines of light leaked in from the windows and the cracks in the door, illuminating the dust floating in the room.One of them was covered by Ye Wanqiu's sleeve, shining like a glowing butterfly in Nezha's eyes.Through the narrow gap, he saw the other party's slender fingers passing by, as well as the dried blood on the cuff.

"I know." Through the wooden door, his voice sounded soft and waxy, "If you were a demon, I would have found out early in the morning. So why are you here?"

Ye Wanqiu recalled the year when he came to the end of the Shang Dynasty inexplicably, and replied sincerely: "For living."

There was silence at the door.

She sighed and leaned against the door panel: "Actually, I didn't lie to the housekeeper. The family I lived in before was indeed his family. Later, they encountered an accident when they were out at sea, so I had no choice but to come to him. .I was picked up by my mother from other places and raised. I don’t know where it came from or what it is.”

There was still no sound from the door.

Ye Wanqiu waited for a while but didn't get a response, so he poked the small gap with his finger nervously: "Do you think I'm lying to you?"

Although there is indeed an element of fraud, it is better than telling the other party bluntly, "I am actually a person from 3000 years later, or half of your believer, half student, and half of your cough cough cough" okay?

What's more, Nezha is only seven years old in terms of human age. It would be too unsocialist to tell him the truth, and he might be paraded in the streets as a perverted lover/children/crazy.

Thinking of this, Ye Wanqiu couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and even the wound on his forehead began to ache again.It can be seen that for the sake of the happiness index of the people of Chentangguan, white lies and concealment are necessary.

While she was rubbing her forehead and thinking about how to make her half-truth and half-fake experience sound believable and tear-jerking, Nezha inside the door finally said, "You..."

He had just finished saying a word when Ye Wanqiu suddenly turned his head towards the path behind him, and his sense of smell keenly caught the gradually thickening human scent in the air, as well as the sound of approaching footsteps.She knocked on the door lightly: "I have to go, I will come to you later."

After finishing speaking, she quickly flashed into the wintersweet forest beside her, brushed against the leaves and made a few rustling noises, and disappeared.

After leaving the quitting room, Ye Wanqiu lingered around for a while, and finally returned to the corridor of the west courtyard alone, sat in front of the embroidery rack, and continued working on the garment that was about to be completed.She was emotionally unstable, and her heart was full of boredom and worry, and she always made mistakes when dropping the needles, and almost pricked her hand.

When she finally collected the needles and cut the thread, before she had time to take off her clothes and tidy them up, Chun Si, the maid beside Mrs. Yin, hurried in from the outside and stood at the bottom of the steps and said to her, "Hurry up, Mrs. You go."

Since Mrs. Yin was so anxious to find her, she probably knew about Nezha's imprisonment in the rehab room.Thinking so, Ye Wanqiu soon followed Chunsi to Mrs. Yin's residence.

Just as she thought, Mrs. Yin called her here because of Nezha's affairs.After learning about the experience at the East Sea in the morning, Mrs. Yin was silent for a long time and sighed: "Perhaps being born in our family is Nezha's greatest sorrow."

"No." Ye Wanqiu quickly comforted her, "Third Young Master has always respected you very much, and just now he said that he would come to greet you tomorrow morning."

Madam Yin closed her eyes, furrowed her brows, and rubbed her forehead with her hand, as if she was extremely tired, and the tail note of her body smell became a strong scent of pine resin and wintergreen.After a while, she opened her eyes to look at Ye Wanqiu again, and smiled slightly: "You child too, go and get some ointment to wipe off the wound on your head."

"Thank you Madam, Wan Qiu will leave."

When she walked out of the gate, she clearly heard Mrs. Yin's low laments and self-blame coming from the room behind her, she couldn't help but pause, and looked in the direction of the precept room for a long time through the sea-like emerald green treetops in front of her. , and then turned around and went to the deserted west courtyard, sitting in front of the stretcher and staring at the ready-made new clothes in a daze.

In fact, Mrs. Yin is right. Nezha's personality must be incompatible in Chentangguan, where everyone chooses to accept it.He, Donghai, and his blood ties in the human world cannot coexist with everything around him.His resistance and break free are also doomed to pay a price that others cannot bear.

All the children who grew up in Yicheng are most familiar with the story of this young god, Ye Wanqiu is no exception, she knows very well what the future and ending of Nezha will be.From wreaking havoc in the Dragon Palace to cutting flesh and bones, and finally the resurrection of the lotus flower that every child likes most when they hear this story, she knows every word by heart.

But never once did she feel that this story was so scary.Because it is unfolding and advancing little by little in front of Ye Wanqiu, and she does not allow her to refuse at all.

She felt as if she had returned to her childhood when she heard this myth for the first time.At that time, she was as quiet as she is now, neither cheering like other children, nor pestering her mother to ask about those strange details, she just sat under the eaves with her face in her hands, watching those who were The pink and white lotus, which is blown gracefully by the summer wind, is seriously thinking about some questions that most people have forgotten:

Does he hurt?

Did he cry?

What was he thinking when he was pushed to such a desperate situation by everyone and those dragons?

These thoughts regenerated from the depths of Ye Wanqiu's memory, passed through all the memories of Nezha in her mind, and stretched all the way to her, occupying all her thoughts, making her unable to think about other things at all.

Of course she knew that history could not be changed easily, and that would have an irreparable and catastrophic impact on the future.Therefore, even if she knows about some things, she can't interfere and can only let them develop.

but……

She stared blankly at the camellia-red dress in front of her, and suddenly heard a subtle sound like water dripping from the eaves on the leaves, very dull, and with each drop, her vision became clearer.

Ye Wanqiu raised his hand to wipe his cheeks, and found that the skin under his fingertips was wet and cold. When he lowered his head, the new clothes in his hand were soaked with tears, and the red became more and more colorful and deep, like holding half-congealed blood.

Several birds flew in from the west one after another, their slender silhouettes cut through the flame-colored twilight in the dim yellow sky, flapped their wings and stayed on the branches of the camphor tree, and swayed the clear raindrops all over the ground.

She sat here from dawn until the sun was setting in the west. It was not until the evening that she managed to sort out her emotions before returning to the low room. Inside, there were only two or three girls who were not working as her and were doing laundry and chatting together.When talking about Nezha being imprisoned in the precept room for killing the envoy of the Dragon Palace today, everyone fell silent by coincidence.

After a long while, a curious new girl asked weakly: "I thought that only our servants would be imprisoned if they made a mistake. So it turns out that even nobles like the third son will be imprisoned?"

"That's right. I also heard that the third son will be the successor of our General Military Mansion in the future. I don't know if it is true."

Several girls chattered for a while, and suddenly turned their attention to Ye Wanqiu who was silent at the side: "Oh, you are the person next to the third son, do you know what's going on? The third son was really imprisoned?"

Leaning against the edge of the window, Ye Wanqiu only looked at the ever-changing sky and clouds outside, and answered absent-mindedly: "What's so strange about this, I'm still the successor of socialism, so I'm also trapped here."

"...the successor of what?" The girls who felt that their knowledge blind spots had been touched were stunned for a moment and looked at each other in blank dismay.

She put down her hands, got up and jumped out of the bed and walked out, saying: "I won't be coming back at night, if the housekeeper happens to come to someone, remember to cover me up, I will use embroidery patterns to go to the south of the city to exchange some rouge and wine for you." Chaizi is back."

"Yes, yes, but where are you going?"

Ye Wanqiu didn't answer, just ran to the west courtyard quickly, took two pieces of clothes and a food box, walked around to the kitchen to put in the pre-made dinner, and walked back to the ordination room along the daytime road.

At this moment, it was time for the gatekeepers outside to take over their shifts. She slipped in easily, came to the window of the house, raised her hand and knocked: "Open the window, and the community will send warmth."

Nezha inside the door froze for a moment when he heard the sound, got up from the hay mat, walked to the window and pushed it halfway open, which was already the limit that the window could be opened.Ye Wanqiu stood outside, shook the food box in his hand towards him, and stuffed it in: "It's all what you like, while it's hot."

Nezha looked at the food box in his arms and the clothes that were handed in and piled on the lid together, and blinked a little blankly: "You...how do you..."

"They have already stopped duty, I asked the housekeeper, no one will come here at night." Ye Wanqiu said, still looking around a few times uneasy, "Hurry up and eat, or it will be cold in a while .”

"Aren't you afraid of being discovered by my father? You will be the one who will come in then." Nezha held the pile of things motionless, his amber eyes fixed on him.Ye Wanqiu nodded: "So for my sustainable development in the future, you have to eat fast."

Nezha, "..."

"Why do you always say some weird things?" He sat down, leaning his back against the wall under the window, opened the food box, and sure enough, he saw that the few dishes inside were the most suitable for his taste on weekdays.

"Is it cold?" she asked, leaning on the window.

Nezha picked up a ball of soft cake made of millet, and the hot air from it fell on his face, dissipating a burst of heat.

He opened his mouth and coughed a few times, and replied, "No."

I don't know if it's because I've been hungry for a long time, but the dishes are the same as before, but this time they taste very good.

"That's fine." Ye Wanqiu heaved a sigh of relief, and sat down back to back with Nezha, separated by a wall, wiped his slightly sweaty temples with his sleeve, raised the half of the belt hanging from his waist with his fingers, and shook it in circles. Loosely staring at the surrounding scene, watching the golden sun gradually sink behind the silhouette of the iron-green mountains.

After dusk is night, and the stars light up one by one.

She unconsciously hummed a few tunes without lyrics, passed through the gap in the window, and fell into Nezha's hearing.He stopped what he was doing and turned his head slightly to look up, but he could only see the increasingly dark and blurred sky: "Is this the song from your place?"

Ye Wanqiu came back to his senses, adjusted his posture uncomfortably, and replied: "Ah, yes. My mother used to hum a few words, so I learned from her."

"Is she nice to you?"

"Of course, that's my mother. She loves me the most. When I was sick, she watched over me day and night. She never beat or scolded me. She is so gentle." Ye Wanqiu laughed , turned around, stretched out his hand to touch the rough wall on the side, and under the palm of his hand was Nezha’s shoulder leaning against the wall, “She can also cook delicious dishes and beautiful clothes. I used to wear her clothes when I was young.” made."

"You still get sick?" Nezha asked in confusion after listening quietly, "But you are not human."

"Yeah, do you think it's strange that other creatures, even monsters, can survive all diseases, why don't I have this ability."

"It's quite strange." He responded, and then asked, "Then who taught you those spells?"

This question is too deep.

In fact, you taught it, but only after 3000 years.

Ye Wanqiu pursed his lips, knocked twice on the wall with his fingertips in a complicated mood, then closed his eyes and started talking nonsense: "It was a witch doctor in our place who taught me. He healed people, told fortunes, and taught I spell."

"How did he know that you are different from ordinary people?"

"I have been different from other people since I was a child. I can smell the fate of everyone, good luck, bad luck, health, illness, and even mood changes. Of course, when encountering gods and demons And so on, you can only smell a single smell.

But back then I didn't know it was just me, I thought everyone was like me, so I went around telling people what you smelled like.They all thought I was a little lunatic, ignored me, said I had a brain problem, and wouldn't let other kids play with me, and would push and hit me when they saw who I was playing with.

My mother was terrified, thinking that I really had a problem with my sense of smell or spirit, and took me to many doctors...witch doctors, and that's how I met him. "

"Different taste." Nezha repeated, suddenly remembering that he was the same when he was just born.

When he first came to the world, he was curious about everything he saw when he opened his eyes. When he saw everyone, he would giggle at each other and call him father and mother.A naked little chubby baby crawled out of the blooming lotus womb, subconsciously wanting to crawl into his mother's arms, hoping to get some warmth from his blood relatives.

Unexpectedly, his father hugged his mother and avoided him from a distance, glaring at him angrily, and even asked the surrounding soldiers to raise their guns to surround him and prevent him from getting closer to others.

The newborn baby fell to the ground and looked at the people around him ignorantly. The first thing he touched was not the mother's soft palm, but the sharp swords and the cold stone ground.The only warmth came from the place where he was cut by those gun points, it was his own blood.

No one dared to touch Nezha, and everyone who tried to get close to him would be miserable and even lose their lives, including his mother.

So from that moment he understood that he was different from other children, just like Ye Wanqiu when he was a child.

"It turns out that you are like this too."

"Yeah, so sometimes there are too many people is really a kind of torture. And the smell on people will be very repetitive, unlike other creatures. For example, you and other people here smell different. Humans There are three scents, you only have one."

"What is it?" He asked, and at the same time he couldn't help but think of the way he jumped off the roof that day and was caught firmly by Ye Wanqiu.

She was the only one who was able to get close to her and was unharmed.

only one.

"Lotus." The voice of the girl outside the wall replied crisply, the skirts and wide sleeves were piled up on the ground, rubbing against the freshly grown grass leaves in spring, making a rustling sound, "Like a lotus in winter .”

"Winter?" Nezha frowned, put down his chopsticks, raised his head and looked out of the already dark window, and corrected him plainly, "There are no lotus flowers in winter."

"I know. But, you smell like this." Ye Wanqiu got up and poked at the window, "Are you done eating? Give it to me, and I'll send it back."

He handed the food box that was basically empty to the other party, and watched her disappear from sight quickly, thinking that she would never come again after sending it back.Unexpectedly, after only a moment, Ye Wanqiu came back again, huddled outside the window wearing a thick cloak.

"what are you doing?"

"Let's chat with you. It's still very cold in the spring night. Remember to put on the coat I brought you."

"...You, you want to spend the night outside?"

"Otherwise? Wait for the master to come in tomorrow morning and ask you, how did you get these two clothes?"

"Then you don't have to stay outside like this."

"To be honest, I'm actually afraid that if I go back to sleep, I won't be able to wake up in the morning, and you will be miserable." Ye Wanqiu wrapped the cloak around her body, and found a comfortable position to lie on the stone steps , "Help people to the end, I can't let you be caught and locked up. Then I will have to bring you food and clothes every day. How troublesome."

Nezha picked up the two clothes and was silent for a while, and was about to speak, but Ye Wanqiu preempted him.The two of them chatted for almost half an hour separated by a wall.

During the period, Nezha asked Ye Wanqiu's family what the accident was when they went to sea.Ye Wanqiu answered casually in a sleepy way: "They said they were going to fish for seashells and pearls, so they had to go to a farther sea area, but they didn't come back just like that."

"Did they go to Donghai?" Nezha asked coldly.

Ye Wanqiu, "..."

Since this is a beautiful lie and misunderstanding, let it continue to be beautiful.

So she replied, "Yeah."

There was a cold sound from inside the wall.

Feeling restless, Ye Wanqiu sat up, lay on the edge of the window and looked in, and saw that Nezha was leaning against the wall with his right hand carelessly rubbing the gold bracelet harvested from Qiankun Circle on his left wrist: "Aren't you sleeping? "

"I don't need to sleep that long."

"That's it." She retracted and continued with another topic.

Gradually, there was no sound outside.Nezha stood up and looked out the window, only to find that Ye Wanqiu had fallen asleep wrapped up in a ball.

He was slightly surprised for a moment, he didn't expect the other party to be able to fall asleep like this.

The spring night was still cold in winter, Ye Wanqiu turned over and unconsciously wrapped the cloak tighter around her body.Nezha glanced back at the two clothes on the straw mat, reached out and took off the Huntian Ling and threw it out of the window.

The bright red soft gauze covered her body softly. It was an extremely thin layer, almost weightless, but it made Ye Wanqiu feel much warmer. She let go of the hand holding the cloak and spread it casually on the side of her face.

In fact, the detention room seems not as bad as it used to be, Nezha suddenly thought.

He looked up and saw that the moonlight finally penetrated through the thick clouds and scattered down, covering everything around him.

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