I Want to Hang Around in the Moon

The scene inside the circular space gradually changed, and finally Le Zhengling, who was sleeping, emerged.

"Hey, Cheng Zi, do you know why I called Ling Jiang Ling Jiang instead of calling Ling Jiang the same as you?" Qing Zi turned around and winked mysteriously at Cheng Zi.

"———" Chengzi remained silent, just staring at her sister.

"Now, let you see the truth called Le Zhengling. After reading this, no matter You Zhu, Cheng Zi or me, everyone can't back down, and Le Zhengling will wake up after this."

"Fifth Law Qing! Retrograde call? Creation Light Year (Last Arc)!!" Qingzi clapped his hands together, the halo rotated rapidly, and Le Zhengling in the ring disappeared.

Then, a little cry—

PS: Then of course I will wait for tomorrow, I am going to sleep

PS2: Don't even think about it, there is no transgender.

PS3: Qingzi is actually the most understanding person. After writing this chapter, this volume is coming to an end, but the rest of this volume is a deeper pit, and the next volume will not fill in that kind.

PS4: About retrograde? The question of the light year of creation will be explained in the next chapter.

Chapter 260 Six things I don't know · Zero

Title: What You Don't Know - Not Born, It's Zero

The three of them were on a pier now, and the crying sound came from an old man holding a baby.

The old man has a strong body, standing in front of the pier like a javelin, his eyes are looking directly at the position of the sea.

At his feet was an ever-growing mahogany box, the quaint color made it clear that this thing was full of history.

The old man looked at the sea for a while, and then he held the baby in one hand and the wooden box in the other, and headed towards the town.

"Qingzi, what is this?" Cheng Zi looked at these pictures in puzzlement, not understanding what happened.

Now the three of them didn't make any movements, but they were moving with the old man as if they were on the scene.

"This is the truth of Lingjiang, you just have to look at the oranges." With a mysterious smile on his face, Qingzi chased the baby in the old man's hands with excited eyes.

"Could it be—" Noticing Qingzi's gaze, Youzhu seemed to think of something, and also stared at the baby.

The change of faces gradually accelerated, and the old man with a baby came to settle in this small town and opened a Chinese restaurant. After seeing the name of the restaurant and the style of the house, Youzhu showed such an expression.

On the other hand, Cheng Zi frowned deeply, because from these accelerated pictures, she felt a little sense of incongruity.

When watching the baby gradually grow up, this sense of incongruity finally reached the extreme.

Of course, Cheng Zi could tell that this restaurant was where Le Zhengling lived.

She didn't know the old man, and she didn't think much about the baby. After all, in her impression, Le Zhengling was a boy, and when the old man helped the baby bathe and change the diaper, she clearly saw the baby's primary sexual characteristics It's a girl.

However, after watching the baby girl gradually learn to crawl and walk, and the baby's fat little face gradually grows, Cheng Zi feels it, but is also puzzled.

After all, that guess is too absurd.

The baby girl is growing up and going to kindergarten. For the first time, she puts on a yellow round cap and a dark blue garden uniform. She is not shy at all, smiling and waving goodbye to her grandpa who sent her to the kindergarten. .

During lunch, I opened the lunch box I prepared with my grandfather, and the fork was stuck in the small tomato, so sour that I squinted my eyes.

In class, I drew a sun with a yellow crayon, and then used black, red, and yellow crayons to draw two people, one big and one small, holding hands. I smiled and said to the teacher that this was myself and my grandfather.

During the spring outing, I took the lead and walked ahead, yelling jingle candy in my mouth, watching the cherry blossoms blooming on both sides while walking, and yelling on the top of the mountain under the leadership of the teacher.

At the small sports meeting in summer, the little short legs who ran hard crossed the finish line, won the small flag representing No.1, and made a big V to their friends, smiling like a flower.

In autumn, in the garden of the kindergarten, sweet potatoes are baked with leaves collected by sweeping.

In winter, I wear thick clothes and thick gloves and play snowball fights with my classmates.

Holding grandpa's hand to school every day, and then holding grandpa's hand after school, the little girl never had the slightest haze on her face.

During spring break, summer break, winter break and statutory festivals, the little girl always pesters her grandpa to learn this and that. The little girl either sits by the chessboard and plays backgammon with her grandpa, or watches her grandpa cooking with glowing eyes in the kitchen. .

But this day, he was sitting on Grandpa's lap, with his big hands on top of his little ones, gently pulling the erhu.

"Grandpa, are you sad?" The erhu's voice was always with a touch of sadness, and the smile on the little girl's face disappeared for the first time. She raised her head slightly and looked at Grandpa with round eyes.

Grandpa didn't speak, just chuckled, reached out and touched her face and said, "I'm not sad, just a little homesick."

The little girl didn't understand this, she tilted her head and said, "Home? Isn't home here?"

The old man was stunned for a long time, and finally said with a wry smile: "Yes, the home is here, and the home of me and Lingling is here."

After finishing speaking, the old man raised his head and looked at the full moon on August [-]th, with tears streaming down his eyes.

That day, the little girl learned that tears are salty.

On the day of kindergarten graduation, she took her grandfather with her graduation certificate and took a group photo outside the garden gate. After getting this photo, she carefully put it into a box deep in the cabinet with a satisfied smile on her face.

What happened that night did not leave much memory for her who was happy and carefree.

She is in elementary school, and she is still being dragged by her grandpa with her schoolbag on her back, but this time grandpa no longer drags her after school. Every day, under the guidance of the teacher and accompanied by the police uncle, the classmates wave goodbye one by one.

When I got home, I opened my schoolbag to finish the day's homework, washed my hands, picked up my apron, walked into the kitchen, and awkwardly helped my grandpa.

At dinner time, eating the dinner specially prepared for her by her grandfather, and watching her busy schedule in the shop, she gradually accelerated her eating speed.

After eating, I packed up my things and ran into the kitchen, and said to my grandpa like a little adult: "Grandpa, I'm here to help you!"

Then, regardless of grandpa's dissuasion, he put a tray on his head and slowly delivered the dishes to the guests' tables one by one. He nodded in the kind greetings of the guests, and felt extremely happy that he could help grandpa.