si-mexico Chapter 1070 Chen Qing 9
Chapter 1070 Chen Qing 9
The way of heaven has been numb again and again. This is what Chen Qing meant by being alive. The people of the Nine Gates are alive. Let’s talk about whether it’s good or not later.
Chen Qing: Just tell me whether to live or not.
Heavenly Way: . . . . .
What about the plot?
Chen Qing: . . . .
Damn the plot, if you love to follow the plot so much, you can play Zhang Qiling. I have little Qilin here, and he is still a child.
Heavenly Way: . . . . .
There are not only prairie eagles on the grassland, but also silly roe deer.
Plus the sheepdog Chen Qing behind.
The three of them shouldn't be too happy.
Running on the vast grassland, my heart unconsciously becomes cheerful.
It makes the stupid roe deer with a bad brain even worse.
Zhang Qilin is happy and Heixiazi is fun.
As long as you don't have to make money but have money to spend and food to eat, everyone will be happy.
I just eat and play silly every day.
The grass on the grassland is tall and lush, and the black bear likes to stick to the mute.
Because mutes can repel mosquitoes.
Zhang Qilin had no choice but to push the head beside him away and move forward again.
Forget it, so be it.
So he looked at Zhang Ruiqing, fake ancestor, fake grandfather, please take care of the blind man.
Chen Qing: “…”
Is this something he can participate in?
"Blind man, please be gentle."
The black blind man immediately showed off: "Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
Zhang Qilin: . . . . .
The sunlight penetrated the thin morning mist, sprinkling golden fragments on the endless sea of grass.
The aroma of milk wafted out of the felt tent, mixed with the fresh smell of grass wet with dew.
"Dumb! Dumb!" Hei Xiazi's voice was hoarse as if he had just woken up. He pushed open the door curtain of the felt tent like a Tibetan mastiff and rushed towards Zhang Qilin who was washing by the stream with a clear goal, "Quick, quick, quick, life-saving straw!"
Zhang Qilin had just scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face when he was knocked off balance by the weight of someone coming from behind.
I almost fell into the river.
He wiped the water drops off his face expressionlessly, turned around and looked at the furry head that habitually buried itself in his neck, trying to get some of his mosquito repellent scent.
"..." Zhang Qilin sighed and was too lazy to push it this time.
Mosquitoes were particularly rampant by the river in the early morning, and the pitiful smell of the black bear had long been killed by the dew.
"Blind man," Zhang Qilin's voice was clear and cold, with a hint of moisture, "Heavy."
"Not heavy, not heavy. A blind man is as light as a swallow!"
Hei Xia Zi smiled and took advantage of the situation by leaning half of his body weight on Zhang Qilin's back, resting his chin on his shoulder and making faces at the clear river water.
"Look, dumb, that stupid fish in the water, does it look like the stupid sheep chasing its own tail yesterday?"
Zhang Qilin followed his gaze and saw a few small fish swimming leisurely, looking a little dull indeed.
The corners of his mouth curved slightly, then tightened again.
Over at the felt tent, Chen Qing came out with a bowl of steaming milk tofu, and just in time saw two figures stacked on top of each other by the river.
He paused, with a complex expression of "unbearable to watch" and "used to it" on his face.
"Cough!" Chen Qing coughed heavily, trying to awaken the blind man's conscience, "Breakfast! If you don't come, the goat milk will get cold and smell bad!"
"Here I come! The sheepdog has spoken!" Hei Xia Zi then reluctantly moved away from Zhang Qilin's back, and stroked Zhang Qilin's wet hair in a very natural manner.
"Go, go, go, dumb, go eat! Only when you are full will you have the strength to be bitten by mosquitoes... No, let's go herd sheep!"
Zhang Qilin silently brushed off his collar that was wrinkled by Hei Xia Zi, and followed him with brisk steps.
The morning light outlines his tall yet slightly thin back, which is less gloomy than before and more lively like a "little unicorn".
Compared with the black bear with double doors, the little Qilin is indeed petite, weak and helpless.
Breakfast is simple milk tofu, fried rice and mellow milk tea.
Hei Xia Zi ate very quickly, with his cheeks stuffed full, and he did not forget to put the largest piece of milk tofu in the bowl into Zhang Qilin's bowl.
"Eat more, you dumb one, and grow taller!"
I’m so old now, and I don’t know if I’ll have the chance to grow taller.
Zhang Qilin: . . . .
Hei Xia Zi always says words that are caring but also ask for a beating.
He looked at the extra food in the bowl, and then at Hei Xia Zi's bright and expectant eyes. He could feel it even through his sunglasses, so he picked it up and ate it silently.
The taste is very mellow.
After dinner, it is routine grazing.
The black bear was attached to Zhang Qilin like a human-shaped pendant, under the pretext of teaching the mute to "learn advanced grazing experience."
He is a professional.
The flocks of sheep spread out across the lush meadow like moving clouds.
The black bear pointed at the eagle circling in the sky and shouted loudly, and then went to provoke the silly sheep that always came over, scaring it so much that it jumped three feet high, and he himself laughed so hard that he fell backwards.
Zhang Qilin was very quiet most of the time, except for when the silly sheep was being chased too hard by the black blind man, he would quietly block the chase or signal the black blind man with his eyes to stop.
When Hei Xia Zi received the signal, he would smile and stop, then stick back to Zhang Qilin, pick a wild flower and pin it on Zhang Qilin's lapel, or weave a crooked grasshopper out of grass stems and give it to him.
"Is it beautiful?" Hei Xiazi was very satisfied with his "masterpiece".
Zhang Qilin looked down at the trembling purple flower on his lapel, then at the disproportionate grasshopper in his hand. He said nothing, but carefully put the grasshopper into his pocket.
Chen Qing sat on a grass slope not far away, holding a grass stem in his mouth and squinting at the two noisy figures in the sun.
Today, one is as noisy as a large dog with overenergy, and the other is as quiet as a tall young poplar. There is a strange kind of harmony between them.
Every day is different.
At least there were some traces of "happiness" on the little Qilin's face, although they were very faint.
In the evening, the setting sun dyed the grassland into a warm orange-red.
Hei Xia Zi took out a tattered harmonica from somewhere and started playing a tuneless prairie tune intermittently.
Zhang Qilin sat beside him, hugged his knees, and quietly looked at the burning sunset in the sky with clear eyes.
The silly sheep also came over and looked around curiously from a few steps away.
Chen Qing built a bonfire and roasted the wild rabbit he had caught during the day on the fire. The fat was dripping, the rabbit was sizzling, and the aroma filled the air.
"Mute," Hei Xiazi put down his harmonica and moved closer to Zhang Qilin. His voice seemed a little low in the rising evening breeze. "The mosquitoes are here again. Can you lend me some light?"
Zhang Qilin turned his head to look at him and didn't move.
Then the furry head rested on his shoulder with peace of mind again, and the eyes behind the sunglasses narrowed comfortably.
The bonfire crackled, illuminating two young faces.
One laughs heartlessly, the other is quiet as a painting.
As the evening breeze blows, the tall grass rustles, like the most gentle lullaby in the world.
Chen Qing was flipping the roasted rabbit, the flames dancing on his face.
He looked at the two people leaning against each other, then at the sheep foolishly getting close to the fire, and finally he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
The night on the grassland is quiet and long.
There is only the warmth of the campfire, the gentle breeze of the evening, and the peaceful breathing of the people around me.
As for mosquitoes? Well, with the human-shaped mosquito repellent, that's no problem.
Wherever Xiao Qilin is, mosquitoes have to move away. Chen Qing thinks the blind man's excuse is lame.
But someone condones it.
It's a two-way street, isn't it?
Chen Qing touched Tiandao's head and felt relieved.
Heavenly Way: . . . .
I always feel like I have forgotten something, but never mind, what I have forgotten is not important.