The Diary of the Cultivation of the Little Dragon God

It was not until evening that Ao Bing walked out of the garden.

Nezha had already returned home, and was talking to Xiaoqiu next to Yin Suzhi who was making dumplings.Ao Bing listened closely, most of them were greetings, Nezha asked a question, Xiao Qiu answered three sentences, it seemed quite harmonious.

"Bing'er is back?" Yin Suzhi put down a dough ball without raising her head, and raised her hand to beckon him over.

Ao Bing sat down on the other side of her, helped pinch together with clean hands, and asked after a while: "What is this for?"

"Tell me whose birthday it is, to make it auspicious." Yin Suzhi said.

"Xuanwu. He really wanted to eat flat peaches, but those flat peaches in Tianhou's yard were picked to make wine a few days ago and ate. You know his temperament. I thought about it. The same mother raised her mouth." Nezha held Xiaoqiu's small fist with one hand, and twirled the candied fruit in the small bowl next to him with the other, "But I've always been curious, how did he, a god who lives so closely with the sky, know birthday?"

Ao Bing said: "As long as he has time, he can set his own date, right? He is such a god, he can have whatever day he wants." He kept rubbing his hands together, forming a ball that was almost as round as his stomach , Thinking of something, looked outside, and said to Nezha: "Have you washed yourself? If not, take the ball with you. You can eat after you take a bath."

"Zha'er, when you go back to the room, ask your father by the way to see what he wants to eat tonight. Bing'er and I will finish these dumplings later. He went to work without eating a few bites at noon, and he must be a little hungry now. gone."

Nezha nodded, picked up the ball and walked out.

"By the way, remember not to use water that is too hot or too cold."

"He gets a cold. I remember it." Nezha smiled, and whispered to Xiaoqiu, "Your mother started nagging like my mother."

Xiao Qiu listened carefully, and the moment Nezha stepped over the threshold, he shouted, "Mother, he said you are more nagging than grandma."

Nezha: "..."

Ao Bing's attention was still on the dumpling, and he only used a little more force when inserting the peach blossom paste, "Is that so? Then you help Father God to nag him. Don't be stupid, go quickly."

Nezha responded and left.

The hot water was boiled by the girls, and the servants could not stop steaming when they carried it.While Nezha was looking for clothes, Xiaoqiu reached out to test the temperature, but was so burned that he withdrew his hand.

"Son, you change your clothes behind the screen first. Dad will adjust the water temperature for you later." Nezha said, snapping his fingers.

The room was suddenly warm.

Xiaoqiu took off his clothes, leaving only a pair of shorts, which Ao Bingxiu used to absorb sweat for him.A certain amount of mana is injected into it to ensure that the ball can maintain its human shape even when it is tired, so as not to suddenly return to its original body and scare the common people.Although Nezha always thought it was superfluous, Xiaoqiu still wore it obediently and continued to wear it for three years.

"Okay son, you can come take a bath." Nezha put down the ladle and took out his wet hands.

The little ball trotted all the way, approached the bathtub, jumped on the spot, jumped into the air, and fell into the water all at once, causing tiny splashes as usual.

Nezha praised: "Your skills are almost catching up with your mother."

"Mother is better than me." He shook his legs twice, and threw off the last covering cloth, and his two white and tender legs immediately turned into light blue dragon tails, splashing in the water.

"Will it be too hot?" Nezha asked.

Xiaoqiu shook his head, leaned forward, and lay on the edge of the tub, enjoying his father's back rubbing service with just the right strength, and said, "Mother's belly seems a little big."

"It's almost five months. What? Want to see my brother?" Nezha took the salt beside him, rubbed it on his back after warming it in his hand.

This is the bath salt produced by Dragon Palace. It is said to have the effect of relaxing tendons, activating collaterals, whitening and rejuvenating the skin.

"Do you still need to wipe it? I'm already this old, and why do boys have to be so white and tender?" Xiaoqiu didn't quite understand.In his heart, a boy should be born like his grandfather, with a face that makes people afraid when he sees it, and a very burly figure. When he beats someone, he can make him scream and kneel on the ground. beg for mercy.

It's not like he is now, who looks whiter than the girls in Chentangguan, and feels smoother than his own mother.

Nezha said: "If you are not happy, you can ask Grandpa Long. This is from him."

Xiaoqiu turned over and asked Nezha to smear the face, and continued: "I dare not talk to him. Last time he scolded Grandpa Donghuang to tears, and he almost came to scold me. If Ao Yibo didn't say that I Born like a mother, he won't turn to scold you."

"...Really? What did you scold me for?"

Xiaoqiu poked his face and thought for a while, "Nezha kidnapped my Bing'er, and now my grandson is named Li. I'm so mad."

"Be angry, he can't beat my dad. Well, turn around, dad is going into the water."

Xiaoqiu nodded and turned his back.

He was always puzzled, why he had to turn himself around every time his father went into the water, could it be that his legs, like his own, would turn into tails in the water?But he tried to touch it earlier, but it was still a human leg.Or this time...

An idea sneaked out of my heart.

Thinking that Nezha was still undressing, he turned his head quietly, and a strong body with some scars was revealed in his sight.

"Father? What are these?" He forgot his promise with Nezha and couldn't help asking questions.

Nezha was angry at first, but soon calmed down, covering his eyes with his hands.When Xiaoqiu noticed that there was an extra person in the bucket, his eyes became clear again.

"Didn't I tell you to turn around? Why are you disobedient?" Nezha's voice was flat, but it sounded angry in Xiaoqiu's ears.

Xiaoqiu puffed his mouth, walked through the water and touched the scar on Nezha's collarbone from memory, "Did you not behave well when you were a child?" Because the bath salt was mixed into the water, bubbles often appeared, so Xiaoqiu could only look at it every time. When you get to Nezha's head, you can't see anything else. Now that you see it, you naturally want to break the casserole and ask the end.

Nezha said: "The one who was injured in a fight. Don't learn from me, just be a good boy like your mother." He scooped up some water with his hand and poured it on the head of the ball, "What's the matter with your hair? Is it Did you go to the mud to learn how to swim like the tortoise prime minister?"

Xiaoqiu chuckled twice, and let Nezha wash the mud off his hair.

After the father and son changed their clothes and went out, dinner was almost ready.

Li Jing sat in the middle, and when he saw the two of them, he smiled a little, and beckoned them to pass.Nezha sat at the position of his left hand as usual, while the little ball was held in Li Jing's arms, and then weighed twice with one hand above his head like a big tripod.

"It's a little heavier than the previous two days." Li Jing put down the ball and wrapped his left hand around him, "What's going on in the study today? Grandpa was busy reading the military newspaper, so he didn't pay much attention."

"I..." Xiaoqiu glanced at Nezha, seeing that he didn't respond, boldly said, "I want to go out to play every day!"

"That won't work." Li Jing took a sip of water and gave him a sip. "I have to learn and practice spells. How can I go out and play all day? Next time Grandpa Long comes, I will definitely go to test your mana." He looked at Nezha again. "Isn't Bing'er going to be able to go far these days? I have time to take the two of them to the East China Sea for a walk and enjoy the breeze."

Nezha said yes, and raised his face and stuck his head out of the door.

"What are you looking at? Bing'er has eggs in her belly, so she walks in a proper way. Ma'am, please pay attention, go over now for your husband!"

Before Nezha came back to his senses, suddenly there was a little more weight in his arms. He and Xiaoqiu exchanged glances, and then looked at Li Jing, who was chattering away from Yin Suzhi's hand, which only contained a few small pancakes.

I don't think the grandfather is a person who treats everyone equally.Xiao Qiu said in a secret voice.

I think so too.Nezha replied.

The next moment, Xiaoqiu's body flew into the air again, and he quickly stretched out his small fist and grabbed it forward, fixed his figure and hung in the air, looking a little depressed at Nezha who rushed towards Ao Bing.

With a father like a grandfather, there will be a son like a father.He shook his head slightly.

I don't know when the rules were made, but whenever Yin Suzhi and Ao Bing cook together, Nezha will rush to wash the dishes.And when the son puts it into action, I naturally can't just sit there and drink tea.So, as usual, the Li family father and son took a basin of bowls and chopsticks to the back kitchen to clean, leaving Yin Suzhi, Ao Bing, Xiaoqiu and two or three maids in the hall.

Ao Bing took a sip of the special egg tea, and habitually poked the soft meat of the cheeks with his fingers. It was so tender and springy that he couldn't put it down.Xiao Qiu was not very happy at first, but after a long time, he let him go.Moreover, Ao Bing's strength has always been well controlled. Compared with Nezha's casual rubbing, he can accept the former.

"Guess, how many will they smash this time?" Yin Suzhi asked with a smile.

"Father, I don't know. But what Nezha said," he held up two fingers, "at most."

Yin Suzhi was slightly taken aback, "Do you really believe in Zha'er? What about Xiao Qiu? How many does Xiao Qiu think there are?" , showing two fingers on each hand, and said, "There are so many!"

"Both?" Yin Suzhi asked.

Xiao Qiu rolled his eyes and nodded slowly.

Ao Bing said: "It seems that he can only count to twenty, and he still can't tell the difference between seven and eight." He imitated the counting method taught by Master Taiyi, "Look, Master's ratio of seven and eight is almost the same. Yes. Sui Xing makes mistakes every time, no, you see."

Yin Suzhi looked down, and saw that Xiaoqiu was counting with his fingers. When counting to seven and eight, the gestures were almost the same, and then began to cycle in the two numbers of seven and eight.No matter how Yin Suzhi guides her, she can't jump to nine.

"That's a rare thing."

Ao Bing exhaled a long breath, and pulled the little ball's body inward, and a barrier rose automatically on his lower abdomen to prevent the little ball from being squeezed.

"And how did you count to twenty?"

"I have to ask Nezha, I can't do it." Ao Bing smiled wryly.

Not long after, the bowl-smashing god who had washed the dishes returned to the living room and sat down next to his wife.

Li Jing asked: "What are you two talking about? Why do you look a little sad?"

Yin Suzhi kept the long story short and told him what happened earlier.Nezha listened to the general idea not far away, and said: "I thought something bad happened to you. So this is it? Come, Xiaoqiu, come to Dad and let your mother have a good rest."

Regardless of Xiaoqiu's struggle, Nezha carried the child to himself, making him face him.

"Li Suixing, count with Dad."

The numbers popped out of the small ball in Nezha's various gestures step by step, and at seven and eight o'clock, Yin Suzhi and the three of them got stuck as expected.

"Seven, eight, eight, seven, what's behind the eight?" Xiaoqiu murmured, nodding his fingers back and forth a few times, and began to pat his crossed legs in displeasure.

Yin Suzhi hurriedly said: "It's okay if Xing'er can't remember, don't hurt yourself."

"Suixing, didn't mother count the numbers after eight with you before? Think about it again." Ao Bing guided gently.

Xiaoqiu was still very distressed, and even started to grab her thicker hair, and pulled two out in a daze.

Seeing this, Nezha pointed to Ao Bing, "Li Suixing, do you remember?"

The little ball stopped moving, and the little round eyes looked at Ao Bing for a while, and immediately bounced down, "Nine!"