Nezha Breeding Manual

Ever since she knew that she came to a school full of monsters and ghosts, Ye Wanqiu always felt that her life could no longer be more magical.

However, it turned out that she still thought too simply.

Ye Wanqiu was still dazed until he was brought back to Sanfeng Palace by Nezha, and the words he just heard in the corner of the hall were constantly rolling in his mind.

Why Nezha is so kind to her, this question has been bothering her for a long time.And in the conversations he had with Song Lu just now, Ye Wanqiu seemed to have found the reason.It's just that this reason is more difficult to figure out than the problem itself.

She looked at the profile of the young god in front of her, as if looking at a delicate and fragile illusion that would disappear without a trace when the wind blows.Unlike when Cai and Song Lu confronted each other just now, Nezha's expression now no longer has the sharp and aggressive aura of murder, and the bright gold in his pupils has also disappeared, returning to the original black color.

But that color is held hostage by many complex and anxious emotions. It is so hazy that there is no slight light, just like the clean night sky after a snowstorm in midwinter. It is cold and dark, and you can't see the end at a glance. Scalp tingling.

He has been looking for you for more than 1000 years.

The feeling brought by this cognition is really too hard to describe, the extreme heaviness and unreality are entangled together, occasionally mixed with bits and pieces of joy.So much so that when countless thoughts that Ye Wanqiu couldn't grasp at all gathered in his mind to form a flood and burst down the embankment, the only thought that was clearly in his mind turned out to be:

"Was it really me they were talking about?

If it was true, how could this god be so blind when he looked at such a young man? "

There were cold and soft flowers falling from the branches, slipping into the collar against the curve of Ye Wanqiu's neck, causing her to tremble instinctively.Nezha turned around: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Ye Wanqiu shrank his neck, and after deliberating for a long time, he finally said, "Did you recognize the wrong person?"

How could such a time unit of 1000 years have anything to do with her.And Nezha...

"No." Nezha's tone was so firm that it was impossible to refute, "I won't mistake you."

"But... but how could I have known you so long ago?" Ye Wanqiu looked at him incredulously, "There are also those people from the God Realm, and Professor Mo Yan and Bai Wuchang. I... It might be me, you must have mistaken the person."

"You can smell every living thing, can't you?"

"That's right, but..."

"When you draw an embroidery pattern, if you stop in the middle, you will habitually pin the pen on your hair as a hairpin."

"I guess so, but I..."

"When you embroider and if your hair hangs down, you pick it up behind your ears with a needle."

"There is this, but..."

"When you feel uncomfortable or shy, you like to touch your neck, like you do now."

Ye Wanqiu stiffly hung his hands down.

"You like cloudy and windy days, and hate too sunny weather, sometimes you will be afraid when it rains too much."

"You like spicy taste, you don't like too sweet and you don't like too sour."

"When you are angry, you like to ignore people, and you will pretend to be bored as if nothing happened."

Nezha spoke sentence by sentence, slowly and naturally, as if the content was already familiar to him enough to be engraved in his bone marrow, and it would never be erased unless he was smashed to pieces.His voice was very flat, his face didn't even have any superfluous expression, it was so pale that it was almost empty.But when looking through those eyes, Ye Wanqiu clearly saw the black fire locked in the abyss by a kind of masochistic forbearance, living by consuming the soul inside, the soot shook into a self-covering shadow of nothingness, leaving only the outside In that delicate and perfect body that is so frightening, it still exists.

For some reason, she recalled Mo Yan's words inappropriately, and said, "He's sicker than I thought."

Ye Wanqiu opened his mouth and asked, "You, when did you know me?"

He was silent for a moment, and when his eyelashes drooped, the shadows in his eyes grew deeper.

Ye Wanqiu tentatively suggested: "Why don't you just say it directly?"

Nezha answered concisely: "I first met you when I was six years old."

Now she was silent, and it took a long time to find a sentence: "This seems a bit too direct, why don't we go through the process?"

Nezha laughed at what she said.Seeing him smile, Ye Wanqiu unconsciously relaxed a lot, and suddenly asked: "I was a little weird about something before. Your clothes, I mean, the embroidery on the cloaks I've seen... "

"That's what you embroidered."

really……

"So I was an embroiderer in my previous life?" Ye Wanqiu asked.She can only think of the bloody possibility of this kind of magical reality, past life and present life, this is the only explanation that makes sense.

Unexpectedly, Nezha shook his head: "There is no previous life, you are you."

"Me? But I'm just an ordinary human being, how could I have known you when you were six years old?" After finishing speaking, Ye Wanqiu thought of another possibility that was even more difficult for her to accept, "or...impossible , I'm just an ordinary person."

Nezha looked at her without saying a word, his thin light red lips were drawn into a line, and the tight jaw line from gritting his teeth looked beautiful and sharp.

"Why don't you talk?" Ye Wanqiu couldn't help approaching him and asked, with obvious panic in his expression.

But he said, "That's it."

"What's the end of it?" Ye Wanqiu grabbed Nezha, and Fangfo held a handful of soft and cold snow, which was cold to the bone, "You haven't answered me yet, why did I know you so long ago? You sure know why, don't you?"

"Wan Qiu, don't ask this."

"Forget it if you don't say it, I'll go find someone else."

As she spoke, she was about to walk outside, but before she could even take a step, Nezha grabbed her arm and brought her back, looking up into his dark eyes:

"They dare not."

Ye Wanqiu was taken aback when he heard it, but felt that although he was holding his hand with all his strength, he was still trembling slightly. He didn't know if it was because of anger or something else.

"So I'm not really human, am I?" she asked, her voice stiff.Nezha's eyes trembled, and he said in a low voice, "Don't worry about these things."

"But I can't help it." Ye Wanqiu looked at him, "I don't want to live for 18 years without knowing what I am."

"Am I a demon?"

"No."

"magic?"

"No."

"Then what am I? Loose spirit? Is it impossible to be a god like you?"

She had already mentioned all the types of creatures in the Six Realms, but Nezha just shook his head and said after a while: "I only know that you are not in the six realms of reincarnation."

"It turns out that even you don't know..." Ye Wanqiu's voice almost fell into the dust, the panic and persistence in his eyes were all shattered into darkness.She let go of Nezha, and sat down under a pearl plum tree full of fluffy flowers like white clouds, watching those small white petals fall on the ground, on her hands, trousers and shoe tips.

Every plant, every tree, every insect, every fish, even the air in this world has its own affiliation and category.She didn't.

Nezha walked up to her, knelt down on one knee/looking at her, and asked calmly, "Is the name really that important?"

"Whether it's a human or a demon, so what if it's a god. These are just titles. Even if one day the names of gods and demons are exchanged, what will change?"

"Aren't you still you?"

Ye Wanqiu froze for a moment, then slowly turned her head to meet his gaze: "Me?"

"Whether it's a name or a title, it's never meant anything.

What matters is you. "

When he said this, the earnestness in his eyes reminded Ye Wanqiu of those believers who knelt down and prayed in front of the god statues.But it is obvious that he is the god worshiped by countless people.

After a while of silence, Ye Wanqiu asked again: "What happened to me back then? Why did I become what I am now?"

As soon as this question was uttered, Ye Wanqiu saw that Nezha's face changed instantly, and the soft and bright just now was immediately replaced by a kind of cold gloom.

He stood up, the darkness spreading from his eyes was so thick that it made people tremble, and his tone was so low that it seemed that every word he uttered was tearing open his deepest scar with his own hands, revealing the blood dripping from his back: "Drowning in the sea appeared more than 1000 years ago. The vortex, you've been sucked in."

"That's it, that's it?" Ye Wanqiu was a little overwhelmed.

This is too concise!

"But..." She wanted to ask more questions, but was interrupted by Nezha, who frowned slightly, and forcibly ended the topic: "That's it."

It seemed that he didn't want to mention this matter very much, even to the point of turning his face at the mention of it.

Because she disappeared at that time, this matter has become Nezha's backlash ever since.

When Ye Wanqiu thought of this, she felt a little dazed, as if she was ready to climb Mount Everest and never climbed it for the rest of her life.But when she turned around, someone told her that you don't need to move, Mount Everest has already run towards you by itself, are you moved?

I dare not move at all.

She na-na for a long time, then subconsciously said: "Actually, why did you bother to search for so long?"

1000 years, almost a third of his lifespan.Ye Wanqiu finds it hard to imagine what it's like to be so stubborn and morbidly looking for someone, and also very uneasy.

"Why?" Nezha repeated softly, laughing mockingly.Ye Wanqiu looked at his sharp smile that had no warmth, and belatedly realized that his words seemed to have turned on something terrible in him, and hurriedly wanted to change his words to make amends:

"I mean……"

As soon as she opened her mouth, she watched Nezha approaching her with cold fingers on the center of her brow.The distance between the two of them was too close, and Ye Wanqiu could clearly see the swarming struggle and countless complicated emotions in each other's eyes, which were so alive that they almost burned her eyeballs.That is the person who is about to be sentenced to death looking at the last hope, a kind of concentration that is so forbearing that it is close to despair and twisted.

The bright red cinnabar mole between his eyebrows glowed faintly, easily dragging Ye Wanqiu's consciousness into a chaotic vortex.Those past events that have been separated by countless mountains, rivers and time grow out of Nezha's memory little by little, and spread to Ye Wanqiu, blooming sad and beautiful flowers, drifting into a complete world:

She saw herself wearing a simple maid's clothes, sitting on the side of the bed where Nezha, who was still a child, was lying, reaching out to gently fan him to drive away the heat, until he finally fell asleep in the hot summer night.

She saw herself walking in a courtyard full of juniper trees, looking around, a flowing red silk hanging from her head, messing up her hair.She looked up and saw Nezha sitting on a tree and looking at her leisurely.

She saw herself hiding outside the door, watching with concern the two people in the room arguing and confronting each other.The man in the official uniform looked serious and solemn, with a terrifying aura.And Nezha standing in front of him is still young, but his elegant and delicate brows are full of arrogance, and the lacquer-like eyes are shining coldly, like a sharp sword that seems to be drawn and drawn.

Perhaps because he finally lost patience with the boy, the already impatient man picked up the bronze wine bottle on the case and threw it at Nezha.

Nezha didn't even blink his eyes, he just stood there and didn't dodge.Ye Wanqiu, who was outside the door, rushed in at this time and took that blow for him forcefully, blood gushed from his forehead and ran down his cheek.

The boy who was still as cold as frost just now was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly pulled up Huntian Ling to cover her wound...

Countless pictures bloomed and withered, Ye Wanqiu passively accepted those memories, so at a loss that he couldn't react at all.

Time was drawn into a silk thread and passed in front of her, and a new picture was wiped out in front of her eyes:

At this time, Nezha is already a young man who has returned from the resurrection of the lotus flower, and his expression has completely lost the vitality and agility of his childhood, leaving only a cold and unruly look.

Perhaps it was because of the lotus body that is invulnerable to evil just now, Nezha's state still seemed very unstable. In the beginning, he was tormented in lethargy and divine violence almost every day.Even many times when he was controlled by his own killing god golden pupil state, he would destroy everything around him indiscriminately, no matter it was alive or inanimate.

Except for Ye Wanqiu, no one dared to approach him at that time.

She hugged the boy who was much taller than him in front of her, as gentle and patient as a mother coaxing a child.She held Nezha's face in her hands, and looked straight into his eyes without fear, even though his cold golden pupils were full of cruel and murderous intent at the moment, she couldn't find any sobriety and reason at all.

She said, "Don't be afraid, it's fine."

"I will accompany you."

"Don't worry, don't think about anything."

Repeating this over and over again, as soft and warm as night language whispers, until Nezha finally calmed down slowly, stretched out his arms to hug her, the expression between his brows restrained the pain.

Ye Wanqiu stared blankly at those memories, and vaguely began to understand why Nezha liked to say "don't worry" or "it's okay" to her so much every time.

Because these words were repeated to him countless times before, when he was most out of control and most vulnerable.

She turned her head and saw that there were still countless memories flickering in the distance, bustling like a sea of ​​stars, but collapsed into a large piece of lightless darkness at a certain node.She is no longer in the picture, only Nezha is left.

That kind of darkness that is so thick that it cannot be melted fills every corner of the picture. Just looking at it from a distance, you will feel chest tightness and breathlessness, not to mention approaching and experiencing it.

Too many strange memories flooded in, making her feel like she was drowning.

Fortunately, the cold feeling between her brows disappeared in time, and even those pictures disappeared, leaving only Nezha's beautiful face without much expression in front of her eyes.

If you don't look at the eyes.

Ye Wanqiu fell backwards and sat on the green and thick meadow, feeling like he was alive after a catastrophe, his heart was beating wildly and out of order.When she looked up at Nezha again, she suddenly felt as if she had just met him for the first time.

Nezha laughed at himself: "Scared?"

It's true to be scared, after all, Ye Wanqiu doesn't even dare to think like this.The scene of the flames of the prairie fire, which had been sealed by countless ice and snow for thousands of years, revived at this moment is more than shocking and frightening.

Sensing Ye Wanqiu's wandering gaze, Nezha casually turned his head towards the entrance of Sanfeng Palace, and said in a cold voice, "The door is open, you can leave anytime if you want."

He thought that after saying this, the other party would immediately flee from here, but saw that she just sat up properly, reached out and touched her neck and said, "Now I can basically believe that I am not dreaming."

"why?"

"I wouldn't dare to be so arrogant in my dream." Ye Wanqiu replied honestly.

This is the truth, every time she dreamed of this young god, she would just look at him from a distance, separated by a wide river of light, covered with a layer of mist, and never even approached him.

Nezha was taken aback, "That's all you want to say?"

"There's something else too." Ye Wanqiu nodded.Her thoughts were jumbled due to receiving too much information in a short period of time, and she couldn't organize anything particularly meaningful.

After thinking about it for a long time, Ye Wanqiu still hadn't made up his mind, but heard himself say something out of nowhere:

"Were you really a ball when you were born?"

Nezha, "..."

In the end, he rubbed the center of his eyebrows and forehead helplessly, and sat beside Ye Wanqiu, and the two of them were silent for a long time.

After a while, Nezha seemed to remember something, turned to her and said, "The things you left before are still here, do you want to see them?"

"Where are my things?"

"Come with me."

She looked at the slender back of the other party for a long time, got up from the meadow, patted off the petals and leaf tips all over her hands, and followed Nezha into the guest hall.

The author has something to say: Because of the invisible relationship in the comment area, under the unified reply, the story of Ye Zi and Ouba when they were young will be written in detail, in the second volume.