who called him an onion essence

Early on Sunday morning, Yang Cong secretly took a ride home without telling Yang Sheng.

Yang Sheng planned to pick him up in the afternoon, and then take him to the blind date restaurant for dinner, but when he turned around, he saw a thin figure with luggage standing outside the door. "Why did you come back so early? Didn't say a word!" Yang Sheng remembered that the other party had caught a cold, and he had recovered a lot in the past two days, but it was easy to relapse in this weather.Originally planned to take a taxi to pick him up, so as to save Yang Cong from blowing the cold wind, but he didn't expect this guy to be disobedient.

"Why can't I come back early?" Yang Cong seemed to be getting up, and changed his usual obedient style, speaking with barbs.His pale face made his eyes brighter, but there was a hint of anger.

Unreasonable, inexplicable.

Even though he knew that the child had entered the rebellious stage, Yang Sheng had searched for a lot of information and asked many people, but he still felt embarrassed to face the different Yang Cong.He wanted to raise his hand to rub the other person's head, but the person who was almost at the height of his shoulders simply dodged and dragged his luggage over him.

The apprentice who hadn't seen him for a long time was taken aback, reached out and pulled his master's arm, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Xiao Cong is in a bad mood?"

Yang Sheng couldn't tell why, but he could only attribute it to the fact that his act of going on a blind date annoyed the other party: "Maybe... because I'm going on a blind date tonight?"

The apprentice suddenly said: "Oh, that's jealousy. Children are like this, like cats who like to divide their territory and scratch whoever violates them. And in the rebellious period, I used to think that Xiao Cong was too obedient, but I didn't expect to wait here hehe. "In the end, he was a little gloating. After Yang Cong went to college, the master always liked to boast about him unconsciously.As a disciple of his, he could hear calluses in his ears.

After listening to his call, he looked at Yang Cong who was asking the clerk for stewed vegetables. Yang Sheng seemed to understand something, but a voice in his heart told him that it was far from that.

"Didn't eat breakfast?" He sighed and sat beside him.

Yang Cong replied angrily: "It's too early." While speaking, he tore open the package of disposable chopsticks, and thanked the clerk who came with the dishes and a bowl of rice.Anyway, the shop is also our own, so you can find food whenever you want.

After considering his tone, Yang Sheng always felt that he was in front of the other party, so he couldn't help but be cautious: "Sleep well later... Let's go out for dinner tonight."

With a pause in his hands, Yang Cong pursed his lips, and his outstanding facial features, which had grown more and more open, were suddenly enveloped in a gloomy mood.But he didn't say anything, nodded in obedience to the other person's words, and continued to focus on the meal in front of him.

Seeing his alienation, Yang Sheng frowned, feeling that something was wrong.The person in front of him gave him a strange feeling, as if tears would flow from those beautiful eyes in the next moment. "It's not a blind date...I'll make it clear. I promised someone else before, but I didn't want to understand it." Yang Sheng stuttered a few words that were obviously very simple.

Noticing that the tall man beside him had become as inarticulate as he was a long time ago, Yang Cong's heart softened, his eyebrows lowered: "Uncle, I understand."

Even in the eyes of others, a blind date is nothing.This does not mean that Yang Cong will tolerate being coveted by others, or even being taken away one day.Being ignorant or well-behaved when he was a child was not enough for him to get what he wanted.He knew this, and spent many nights thinking better.

He is not a boy in the eyes of others, but a monster with spiritual intelligence when he wakes up.

Yang Sheng immediately eased his expression: "Yes."

After filling his stomach, Yang Cong wanted to go upstairs to rest, so Yang Sheng naturally helped him with his luggage.It was only after ten o'clock, Yang Cong fell asleep after changing his clothes, hugging the quilt sideways, the exposed half of his face didn't look too relaxed, and his brows and eyes were still tinged with anxiety.Even if he had conceived all kinds of situations that he might encounter, he still couldn't tell if Yang Sheng really couldn't bear to reveal that trace of emotion, would he fly into a rage, or treat him coldly from now on.

Not knowing that his own child was full of melancholy, Yang Sheng stood by the bed, silently looking at the curled up one.From Yang Cong's actions, he can feel the uneasiness and entanglement, maybe it's only each other all the time, the child's possessiveness is unexpectedly strong.But Yang Sheng was very happy. Before, he was still worried that the child would gradually alienate him, but seeing him nervous now, he felt a strange ecstasy welling up in his heart.

"Two people, just two people." Yang Sheng lightly stroked the other's frown with his fingertips, and the sleeping person seemed to feel something, and the raving was slurred.

Yang Cong's alarm clock was set at three o'clock in the afternoon, and he got up almost as soon as he heard the sound. He randomly grabbed a bunch of messy hair, found a hair tie and tied it at the back, looking very lively.Yang Sheng was cooking in the kitchen. After all, the child only had breakfast, and after falling asleep, he must be hungry very soon.Although there was still a meal in the evening, Yang Sheng was reluctant to starve him, and he didn't like to give him snacks, so he just made something light.

"Eat your fill first."

Taking the spoon from the other party's hand naturally, Yang Cong lowered his head and took a sip of the soup, feeling his stomach warming up immediately.It was still early, and he ate slowly, occasionally opening the books he brought back.

Yang Sheng wanted to persuade him to concentrate on eating, but his eyes fell on the book, and he was taken aback: "This is it?"

"What I brought back from my hometown is... what was left by that monk." Yang Cong said casually, regardless of how much shock the news caused in Yang Sheng's heart.

Yang Sheng had a headache. It stands to reason that he should not be too surprised if he knew that the other party had brought something out.But after a long time, he almost forgot about it, and the child suddenly told him that he had a book from outside this world, and it contained the formula that inspired Yang Sheng. "Xiao Cong." He rarely called someone's name so seriously, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Yang Cong smiled: "I want to cultivate by myself. Uncle is not a monster... Actually, I forgot, haha." His laughter was inexplicably cold.After a good night's sleep, he decided to adjust his strategy.

"Cultivation?" Recalling all the things he had seen at that time, Yang Sheng almost broke the chopsticks in his hand, "Do you want to ascend to immortality?"

"How is that possible!" Yang Cong retorted, "There is no abundant aura in this world. I want to become an adult, so I can only cultivate as much as possible. Then my lifespan may be longer." Dispelling the other party's concerns, "If my uncle plans to get married, he won't be able to practice. In the future, my aunt, or her family, are just ordinary people."

Hearing this, Yang Sheng fell into deep thought.A long time ago, he thought about this issue, and felt that he would not live long in the rest of his life, so it would be good to have children to accompany him.But unexpectedly, it turned out that the child at home had planned in his heart to cultivate alone—maybe he would live decades or hundreds of years longer than ordinary people, and he might meet someone who could accept his identity, or maybe not.

"You don't believe me?" Yang Sheng blurted out.

Yang Cong shook his head: "No. I didn't find the right time to tell my uncle." Speaking of this, he suddenly smiled again, "Actually, it's good for my uncle to go on a blind date. I'm in my thirties...I'm fifteen too. .”

Yang Sheng denied it with a cold face: "It's not good." He paused, but he couldn't think of any reason, because Yue Moo subconsciously rejected blind dates.After a long time, I finally said, "I think having you is enough." Yang Cong will take care of him when he grows old, just like he raised Yang Cong back then, there is nothing wrong with it.Parents in the world probably have the same idea.

"Let's talk about it later." Yang Cong ended the topic roughly.

This time Yang Sheng was completely confused.If Yang Cong didn't like him going on a blind date, what he said earlier was ambiguous, and it seemed to push him away; if Yang Cong had no complaints in his heart, why did he ask for leave to come back, like a cat guarding the territory?But watching Yang Cong eat well, Yang Sheng swallowed the words down his throat, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.