The Perfect Destiny

Chen Liguo's dinner at night is roast chicken.

When he was eating, his fat yellow chicken stood by and looked at him innocently.Roller smelled the fragrance and came over, meowing meowing.

Chen Liguo glanced at him and threw him half of the chicken.

Lang Qing hasn't come back yet, it is said that he has gone hunting.The prey in this season is the most plump, which is the time for warriors to go hunting.

Both Gunzi and Chen Liguo happily ate their own chicken.

Chen Liguo's mouth was full of oil. Although the chicken was big, the meat was very delicious. After roasting, the crispy skin was very delicious.

Half a chicken was just right for Chen Liguo to eat by himself. He burped after eating, stretched out his hand to pat his bulging stomach, and then prepared to go to the river to wash his hands.

Of course, half a chicken is still too little for Roller, so after the cat finished eating, it slowly shifted its gaze to the fat bird following Chen Liguo.

The still yellow and tender fat bird was still chirping, not feeling the threat of the roller at all...

Fortunately, Chen Liguo noticed it, he glanced at the roller, and said: "You can't eat it, that's your brother."

Roller was a little unhappy, and meowed several times, as if he was bargaining with Chen Liguo.

"Impossible!" Chen Liguo said word by word, "This is my beloved little dick."

Roller:"……"

Chen Liguo took his beloved chick and went to the river to wash his hands.

There is no soap in this world, but there is already saponin. It is said that Fudie has already made simple soap, so why not ask her for a piece if you have time.While thinking about this, Chen Liguo was suddenly pushed heavily from behind.

Chen Liguo didn't notice it for a while, and fell into the water directly. He looked towards the shore with a blank face, only to find that the person who pushed him was actually a priest from the tribe.

The priest was over 60 years old, already an advanced age in the primitive world.He had a black totem painted on his face, and he was staring at Chen Liguo hatefully, as if he was looking at something dirty.

Chen Liguo almost didn't yell at him, but in order not to ruin his character, he could only gently wipe the water off his face with his hand, and told himself that he was a weak white lotus in the water, and it was wrong to scold others...

The priest said, "You evil god!"

Chen Liguo burst into tears, bit his lips sadly and remained silent.

The priest said angrily: "You must have bewitched our patriarch, otherwise he would never have favored you so much——"

Chen Liguo slowly stood up from the water, his throat was choked up, and he could hardly speak - he was afraid that when he said something, he would just say fuck your father.

The priest said: "One day I will burn you with my own hands!" After he finished speaking, he hit the ground heavily with his crutch.

Chen Liguo smiled bitterly, tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

This scene is so bleak, Zhishui, a weak and helpless slave, is threatened by a priest full of malice.Not only was he threatened by Lang Qing to return to the tribe, but he was also treated cruelly by the people in the tribe...

This is what Fudie saw.

Fudie originally came to discuss something with Lang Qing, but she never expected to see Zhishui like this.Because of Lang Qing, they haven't seen each other for a long time.

Fudie seldom comes to Langqing's tribe, and Zhishui is even less likely to go to Fudie's tribe like before.

Fudie looked at Zhishui standing in the middle of the water with a lonely expression, and watched the priest who bullied him leave.Then he slowly climbed out of the creek and went home at an extremely slow speed.

Fudie's heart seemed to be grabbed by something, she was hating her own incompetence.If he hadn't failed to kill Lang Qing, Zhishui would not have faced such a cruel situation.

A slave who betrayed his master returned to his master again, and he should have guessed what kind of life he lived.

Fudie looked at Zhishui's back with a solemn expression and fell into deep thought.

Chen Liguo didn't know that his miserable appearance was seen by Fudie, and now he greeted all eighteen generations of the priest's ancestors in a gentle tone.

Chen Liguo said: "I want to sue Langqing about him!"

The system really has nothing to say about Chen Liguo's villainous face, don't look at Chen Liguo's face every time he is bullied, I'm so weak, please don't treat me like this.But this person is definitely familiar with suing.

First he wept secretly, and then when Lang Qing asked what was going on, he said that he didn't blame those people, but himself, and it was all his own fault.

Who will Lang Qing cooperate with and ask next.

Chen Liguo said, that blabla wearing linen and ponytail, that blabla wrapped in yellow deerskin... as if he was afraid that Lang Qing wouldn't be able to figure it out, he said it in great detail, and he would add: "Don't blame me." them.

After hearing all this, Lang Qing would coldly say to Chen Liguo that he deserved it, whoever asked Chen Liguo to betray him, this is the treatment a betrayer should have...

Chen Liguo cried even more when he heard this.

However, these two people were just playing tricks, because although Lang Qing said that, he was very honest physically—as long as Chen Liguo filed a complaint, he would not have to see anyone scolding him for the next few months.

Of course, the old priest is an exception.

Today Chen Liguo said that he was bullied by the priest again, that he pushed himself into the water, the water was so icy and deep, he thought he would die in it.

Lang Qing was silent for two seconds. Listening to Chen Liguo's narration, he really thought how deep the creek at the gate of the tribe could be... In fact, even if Chen Liguo stood in it, it was only up to his calf.And as for Shui Bing... Now that Xia Yi has not completely disappeared, most people in the tribe are topless.

Lang Qing took Chen Liguo into his arms, stroked his head, and said, "Let the priest go to Fudie's tribe to educate them."

Chen Liguo: "..." Tsk, this method is fine.

Anyway, Fu Die definitely wouldn't dare to kill the priest. Killing a tribe's priest would be tantamount to starting a war with that tribe. Now Lang Qing wanted to kill Fu Die as if it was just for fun.Fudie would definitely not be so stupid, but although she would not kill the priest, she wouldn't be sure how disgusting he was.

So this matter was settled so happily.

Chen Liguo, who harmed the country and demonized the people, is still so beautiful today.

After the Wanhua Festival this spring, there were more than a dozen pregnant women in Fudie's tribe.The productivity of the Butterfly Tribe has never been a concern, as most of their tribe is women, with very few men.

Chen Liguo originally thought that after he was taken away by Lang Qing, Fudie's degree of completion of fate might drop.

But what he didn't expect was that after he lived in Langqing's tribe for a period of time, Fudie's fate completion rate not only did not drop, but increased instead. She seemed to have figured out something important...

Chen Liguo really admired this girl more and more. Compared with him who had no ambitions, this girl was simply an elite model among time-travelers.

Lang Qing didn't kill Fudie, it was purely for Chen Liguo's sake.

But ever since he knew that Lang Qing was from his hometown, Chen Liguo loved acting even more.

When Lang Qing came back, he saw Chen Liguo sitting by the bed in a daze.

Lang Qing put the prey aside casually, and said, "Zhishui?"

Chen Liguo looked up at him, then wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes in a panic, and said, "I'm fine."

Lang Qing wondered who bullied you again, he said, "Why are you crying?"

Chen Liguo smiled wryly, and said, "I, I didn't cry."

Lang Qing came over and wiped away his tears, he said: "Don't cry, what happened."

Chen Liguo choked up softly, he said: "It hasn't rained for dozens of days, he, they all said it was because of me..."

This summer is particularly sad, because since the beginning of summer, it has hardly rained here.The creek next to the tribe has dried up, and most of the water in the lake not far away has fallen.

If it doesn't rain, then this summer will definitely be particularly difficult.

However, the weather forecast given by the system to Chen Liguo was that there would be no rain for the next week, and according to the system's speculation, this drought could not be avoided.

What is more terrifying in the primitive world than beasts are natural disasters.

Lang Qing said, "Who told you that?"

Chen Liguo's eyes were gloomy, and he shook his head slightly.

Lang Qing said, "Tell me."

Chen Liguo still refused to speak.

When Lang Qing saw this, he was a little angry, he guessed that there must be a lot of people talking about it—otherwise, Chen Liguo would have complained one by one.

Lang Qing said: "Don't be sad, with me here, they can't hurt you."

Chen Liguo smiled wryly.

The sun scorched the earth.For people whose temperature is below [-] degrees all year round, the weather in the [-]s is already a huge disaster for them.

No one moves around in the tribe anymore. Everyone stays in a ventilated place and does some simple work.

Chen Liguo was grilling his fish. This fish was obtained from Langqing. The meat was delicious without any small thorns. After it was dried and sprinkled with salt, it tasted the same as the small dried fish that Chen Liguo liked very much.

The weather was hot, and Roller ran into the jungle to escape the heat, so Chen Liguo just stood there and looked at his little yellow bird eagerly.

Now this bird is not small anymore, but it still has yellow hair, its wings and body are fleshy to the touch, and it tastes good when it is roasted... Oh no, it is very cute at first sight.

This bird is also very human, every time Chen Liguo is grilling meat, he will come over to show off its cuteness, and ask Chen Liguo to share some bones with it.

Without the roller, Chen Liguo generously gave half of the fish to Xiaoniao.

The little bird rubbed against Chen Liguo while eating the fish, its habit probably also learned from the roller, like a cat, it is especially good at acting like a baby.

The smell of fish permeated around Chen Liguo along with the hot wind.

Because of Lang Qing's rectification, finally no one dared to speak ill of Chen Liguo in person, but everyone still liked to speak quietly in private, for example, this time it hadn't rained for so long, some people said it was Chen Liguo's fault.

As a priest who could predict the weather, Chen Liguo was naturally somewhat mysterious in the eyes of everyone. It would be fine if he was an old man in his seventies and eighties, but the problem was that he was beautiful and young.It's the perfect embodiment of that bad monster in a nighttime tale.

Coupled with the deliberate propaganda of the old priest of the original tribe, Chen Liguo's image in the eyes of everyone became more and more demonized.

Lang Qing has not been here for the past few days. It is said that he went to study water conservancy facilities with Fudie.

The most powerful thing about Fudie is that she not only knows a lot of knowledge, but can also transform this knowledge into productivity.

Someone around Chen Liguo began to curse Chen Liguo in a low voice. Chen Liguo's ears were sharp, and when he heard this voice, he immediately turned his head and gave that person a look.

The man was stared at by Chen Liguo and stopped talking.

If this had been changed before, the old priest in the tribe would have come to Chen Liguo with a cane and beat him up, but Lang Qing sent the priest to the Fudie tribe for a while.

Fu Die was not polite either, and put a lot of strange things in front of the priest, and then said very, very frankly that these things are gifts from God, and God also said that knowing water is also a gift, so let him be careful, and make him angry To know water is to offend God.

The priest didn't believe it, but was shocked by what he saw, so he struggled for a long time, thinking that Zhishui must have bewitched God—just like he bewitched Langqing.

The skin of the person in front of him was as white as snow, and his eyes were like the most expensive gemstones. His eyes were somewhat melancholy. In this harsh summer day, there was actually a pile of firewood burning in front of him.

The more he looked at this person, the more he felt it was an eyesore. The priest thought that only the evil god could stay so close to the fire in such a hot day.

Chen Liguo didn't know what the priest was thinking, if he knew, he would smile indifferently.After all, he is a person who still eats hot pot when it is 38 degrees. The weather of 33 degrees is a fart...

Lang Qing didn't come back for several days, and the people in the tribe were a little restless.

The priest chanted the spell to himself, as if he could drive the person in front of him out of his sight.

Chen Liguo didn't doubt at all that if something happened to Langqing, the group of people in front of him would chop him up without hesitation.

Three days later, Lang Qing finally came back.When he came back, he brought good news to everyone, saying that they had found a new water source, which should allow everyone to spend this summer safely.

This is good news, and everyone cheered, but the expression of the old priest was a little gloomy.

Lang Qing said to Chen Liguo: "Floating Butterfly created something new."

Chen Liguo was a little curious and asked what it was.

Lang Qing said, "She called that thing cement."

Chen Liguo: "..."

Lang Qing said: "It's very useful to build a house. The soil is very hard." As he spoke, he gently stroked Chen Liguo's hair, his eyes showing a hint of melancholy.

Chen Liguo noticed Lang Qing's strangeness, he asked in doubt: "What's wrong?"

Lang Qing said, "She wants to see you."

Chen Liguo seemed to understand what Lang Qing meant.

Lang Qing said, "Go."

After this period of time, Floating Butterfly's destiny completion degree finally reached more than 90 points, and it was still growing slowly.The thing that made her destiny completeness increase seemed to change from behavior to thought.

Fudie was thinking about what kind of path she should take, but now, she seemed to have figured it out.

When Fudie saw Chen Liguo, the first words she said to him were: "The economic base determines the superstructure, and the bread determines the thinking." She looked at Chen Liguo expectantly, as if waiting for Chen Liguo's response.

However, Chen Liguo was destined to disappoint Fudie, he showed a blank look, and said, "What?"

...Really not, although it has been confirmed before, but Fudie is still lucky, she is disappointed again, but fortunately, the disappointment is not strong.

Fudie sighed softly, stretched out her arms and hugged Zhishui, she said: "Zhishui, it would be great if you were you."

Chen Liguo felt a kind of loneliness from Fudie's sigh, no one in this world could understand Fudie, she was destined to be lonely.

Chen Liguo used to be lonely, but he is no longer, because there is still Lang Qing around, who can act with him.Although we can't talk about life philosophy from poetry and poetry, it's still a very happy thing to excel in acting.

Fudie said: "I think too much and do too little." She looked at Zhishui with melancholy eyes, "I'm sorry."

Chen Liguo said: "I can feel that you are special."

"Thank you." Fudie knew that Zhishui was always gentle, even if he was bullied and insulted, he never gave any resentment—if Chen Liguo knew what Fudie was thinking, he would probably blush, he is not that good hehehe laugh.

Fudie said: "Is Langqing treating you well?" The scene of Zhishui being bullied has always been a hurdle in her heart.

Chen Liguo nodded with a smile, and said, "Not bad."

Fu Die smiled wryly, and she said: "Lang Qing is really strange." When Lang Qing came back, she thought that Lang Qing would kill herself.But Lang Qing didn't, not only didn't, but still cooperated with her.Although the conditions were much harsher, they did not push her into a corner.

"I should like it here." Fudie said, "After all, I have to stay here for so long."

Chen Liguo deliberately showed a look of ignorance.

Fudie smiled, and she said: "Zhishui, I really miss you." Her gaze, through Zhishui, saw another person similar to Zhishui.

Not only their looks, but also their characters and souls made Fu Die feel very kind.

Chen Liguo finally understood why Lang Qing had such a strange expression before letting him come, because the progress bar on her head was increasing while Fudie was talking to him.

After so many years, she let go of her obsession with wanting to return to the original world, and accepted the facts in front of her.

Chen Liguo heard the system say that it is almost full, do you want to say goodbye to Lang Qing?

Chen Liguo said in horror: "Why are you so nice to me?"

The system said indifferently: "Oh, forget it."

Chen Liguo: "..."

The progress bar above Fudie's head was finally full. She said: "Now that I have made the cement, I can consider adjusting the proportion and building several large reservoirs, so that summer will not be so sad."

Zhishui listened quietly.

Fudie said: "I don't know if you can understand the cistern... Alas, it's too cold in winter. Fortunately, there is coal, but carbon monoxide is a bit unsafe."

She rambled on and told Zhishui all her thoughts without reservation, regardless of whether Zhishui could understand or not.

Zhishui leaned on her shoulder and seemed to have fallen asleep.

Fudie thought it was because he was too tired, so she didn't bother him. It wasn't until night fell that Fudie discovered Zhishui's strangeness.

She called out, "Zhishui?"

The person leaning on her fell softly into her arms.

Fudie's expression froze, and she tremblingly said: "Zhishui, what's wrong with you?" She found that Zhishui's skin was cold, and then sniffed Zhishui with trembling hands.

No, no snort.

Fudie felt like she was having a nightmare, even in this scorching summer, her blood seemed to be frozen by ice.

Fudie said: "Zhishui, don't scare me."

Zhishui couldn't give her a response.He was lying in her arms, still as beautiful as a painting.

Fudie looked at Zhishui, not even knowing what expression she should make, she sat blankly until Lang Qing walked in front of her.

"Give him to me." Lang Qing seemed to have guessed all this a long time ago, he said to Fu Die, "He's gone."

"What does it mean to leave?" Fudie said, "You already knew that he would commit suicide?"

Lang Qing shook his head slowly, he didn't say anything, he just hugged Zhishui out of Fudie's arms.

Fudie saw the tenderness in Lang Qing's eyes.

She asked suspiciously, "Aren't you sad at all?"

But Lang Qing smiled softly, and said, "I've been with him all the time."

Fudie thinks that Lang Qing is crazy, and seeing Zhishui dead, he is really crazy.

Lang Qing said: "Have a good time, don't disappoint Zhishui's expectations of you." After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

Fudie wanted to catch up with him, but saw the wolf on the back of the roller and disappeared into the dense jungle.

That was the last time Fudie saw Lang Qing, and she watched his back being covered by the night, gradually merging with the darkness.

A few months after Lang Qing disappeared, Fu Die was still thinking when Lang Qing was away and incorporated the Lang Qing tribe, if Lang Qing came back, would she fight with her again, and this time, she could beat him what?

But even if she beat Lang Qing, it seemed useless. The person she wanted to snatch was gone.

"Patriarch." Someone called Fu Die, "The things you want are ready."

Fudie turned her head and saw a stone tablet with the word Zhishui engraved on it.

"Well." Fudie said, "In the future, if someone leaves, let's carve a stone tablet." She lowered her head, picked up the clothes that belonged to Zhishui, and planned to go nearby to make a tomb for Zhishui.

When going out, Fudie looked up at the sky.

The sky here is a beautiful tender blue, almost like a beautiful gem in the rough.

The tomb of clothes was slowly erected, Fudie looked at the stele, lowered her head and kissed the word Zhishui on it.

"Zhishui." Feeling something vaguely in her heart, Fudie sighed softly, and she said, "I really don't want to forget you..."

But will it really be against time?Could it be that when she saw the tombstone in front of her again one day, she couldn't remember what the word "Water Water" meant to her.

Fudie smiled wryly, and reached out to wipe off the dust on the tombstone bit by bit. She said, "Zhishui, if I forget you, can you remind me in my dream?" She made such an agreement with Zhishui .

However, until the end of her life, that face that had been blurred by the years never appeared in her dreams.