lazy cat hits cute

The child had a good dream in the warm illusory pavilion. The dream was full of the rich sweet aroma of maltose when the grandpa on the street made sugar cakes.

When I woke up from the dream, there were really two sugar cakes and a bowl of warm soybean milk on the head of the bed.

He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't dreaming, and jumped forward to take a bite of the sugar cake. It was soft, hot, and the sugar filling was soft and sticky. He drank soy milk while eating, and choked after a few bites .The esophagus was blocked, and he soon had difficulty breathing, his face turned purple, and he lay on the bed clutching his chest and was out of breath for a long time.Fortunately, Qingyang came in in time and saved his life, otherwise he would have choked to death.

"No one will fight with you." Qingyang helped him straighten out, and patted him on the back.

The child smiled, picked up the pancake and took another bite. This time he ate not fast, and took every bite carefully, which made people feel distressed.

After eating the sugar cookies, he jumped out of bed and said awkwardly: "Thank you, I will pay the money later. I...I have to go."

"Yeah." Qingyang didn't know what to say, so he let him go.

Children wash dishes, cut vegetables and kill fish in a restaurant during the day, which is rough work in the kitchen.I dipped my hands into the dirty pool water, and rinsed the pots and pans casually. At first, it turned red, but soon it froze into a swollen white, like swollen chicken feet with pickled peppers.

After washing the dishes, he went to kill the fish. As soon as he touched the palm of his hand, a knife cut a shallow gash. He subconsciously licked the wound, wrapped it in a cloth, raised his wrist, and continued to kill the fish.

In an instant, Qingyang saw the follow-up: the child's wound festered in winter, and when the boss found out that he was merciful and took him to the hospital for treatment, it was too late, and the whole hand was amputated, and then threw it away. With this subsistence job, he died of hunger and cold.

Why did you die again?He couldn't figure it out, so he stretched out his hand to intervene in the fate line again, and cleaned the cloth that wrapped the wound. The fate of the child's amputation changed, and it was safe and sound in a short period of time.

He worked in the restaurant all day, and when the evening approached, he loosened the loose cloth to let the wound breathe, and trotted in the cold wind, shaking his hands, and rushed to the next work place.

The place where he works at night is in a local brothel, and the calculation of the brothel's work is easy, just deliver the gouache or letters and other small things that the girls ordered a few days ago to each girl's room.Although he occasionally bumps into indescribable incidents accidentally, it is much easier than washing dishes and killing fish, just running errands, and if he is lucky, the girls will even give him pastries.

He was in a good mood, bouncing on the road.

For a while, his originally smooth fate line changed again.He was about to be caught under the wheels of a galloping carriage, which was horrible.

Qingyang shot again, causing the horses in the carriage to go crazy ahead of time, rushing wildly, and fell down at a distance of only ten feet away from him.

Another disaster has passed.

The child arrived at the brothel safely, and the carriage transporting gouache stopped in the backyard. The boys took out the rouge and gouache in bags, and drew marks on the paper bags. The child knew which girl's room to send to at a glance. , he picked up three small bags, and walked into the building.

He stepped on the ground, rolled down the stairs, landed on the back of his head, and died on the spot...

Qingyang had no choice but to help him again.The child went upstairs safely, knocked on the girl's door one by one, and delivered things. Suddenly, his fate changed again. He knocked on the door of a girl with a red card, and suddenly a sword pierced through the throat from behind the door. Died instantly.

The red card girl was with a very powerful young man at the time. This young man had a great background and a more tempered temper. His interest was spoiled by the knock on the door, and he threw a sword at him.

Qingyang realizes that this is not possible.

He modified the child's fate at first, which doesn't mean it's done once and for all. He will die in this world. The more he interferes, the ways the child will die will emerge in endlessly. He can't take care of it at all. The world has catastrophic consequences.

The only way to do it once and for all is to take him away, take him to heaven, the beginning of all worlds that does not belong to any world, the supreme kingdom of God.

He showed his figure, followed the child, and patted him on the shoulder.

The child turned his head and opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Why are you here?"

"Don't give it away." He took his hand, as if holding a piece of ice, "Come with me."

"Ah? Ah?" The child was confused and led away by him, "But I still have something to deliver."

"No need to give it away, I will support you."

The child opened his mouth, feeling dizzy.

Qingyang led him out of the brothel.The grand festival is not over yet, and the streets are still decorated with lights and festoons. He said, "From now on, you don't have to suffer from the cold."

The child was confused: "Why..."

Qingyang didn't say why, but rubbed his head, and led him to the river.

This river is the river where the child's biological mother abandoned him.The poor mother puts the newborn in a wooden tub and lets it float downstream until it is picked up by a fisherman.

Both sides of the river are crowded with men, women and children who set off river lanterns.It is said that if the paper with wishes written down is put into the heart of the river lantern, if the river lantern can float along the river to the sea intact, the god will realize his wish.

"Say goodbye to the world," he said.

The child stared blankly at the bustling river, raised his head and asked, "Can I make a wish?"

"Yes." Without much effort, he took out a delicate lotus lantern, paper and pen from his sleeve.

The child took the pen and thought about it blankly for a long time. He was not very literate, and in the end he just wrote crookedly on the paper: happy.The word heart is all a little less.

The ink on the paper was dried, and the children folded it carefully, placed it on the wick of the lantern and pressed it again and again, then squeezed to the bank of the river, put down the lantern, and watched it drift away.

Qingyang looked at him, waited for him to squeeze back, and asked: "Do you really believe it?"

He smiled foolishly: "I know it's impossible, so I hope it's auspicious."

Qingyang embraced him and hugged him: "I'm going to take you away. If you leave this place, you won't have to suffer from cold and hunger, but the price may be very lonely, very lonely, are you willing to change?"

"Yes! Why don't you want to!" The child nodded when he heard that he could eat and wear warm clothes, so he didn't care about other things. Godfather?"

Qingyang thought for a while, it seemed that there was no need for this, but he couldn't think of the most suitable address for him for a while, so he simply said: "You can call me Qingyang."

"Qingyang?" The child blinked, and Qingyang continued to explain, "The green of the blue is the yang of the sun."

"Qingyang." The child muttered for a while, then leaned on his shoulder and smiled shyly: "Qingyang, I like you so much."

Qingyang's heart moved, and he said by accident: "Why?"

"Because you said, you won't let me suffer from cold and hunger again." The child's voice was small, "I'm so happy, really happy."

His greatest wish is to be fed and clothed without being beaten.

Qingyang raised his hand to gently shake off a blood scab on his ear that was about to fall off, and his expression softened unconsciously: "Yeah."

He brought him into the Kingdom of God, thinking that it was the end of his tragic fate, but he didn't know that it was the beginning of another kind of destruction.

God can't do everything.

The Kingdom of God is too cold and lonely. In order to make the children not feel lonely, he spent a lot of effort to build an imaginary city.The life in it is alive, but it just doesn't know where it came from, and naturally it doesn't think about when it will die, it's so lively.The child had a great time in it, and everyone treated him very well, and he was soon raised to be white and fat, and his height began to shrink, and his growth and development became more and more even.

Qingyang was by his side, and after studying for a long time, he couldn't figure out why. His fate was so strange that he couldn't do anything about it.

When he came up with a solution, the possible huge risks in the future made him hesitate again.

He is not sure if this method is effective to give a part of the godhead to an ordinary person, and if it is effective, it is also unknown whether it will affect his soul.

He is still hesitating, a child who has learned to read and write has already realized that something is wrong with this city.

Bustling and bustling, everyone is pretending to be busy and smiling.

"Qingyang." He asked carefully, "I feel that everything in front of me is not quite right, am I wrong?"

Qingyang couldn't say too much, stroked his soft hair and said: "Just wait a moment, I will give you a gift in a few days."

The child blinked: "What gift?"

"You can't say it, it won't work if you say it."

He didn't tell anyone about bestowing godhead, Bai Ze, Dan Ruo.

Anyway, they will definitely object when they hear it.

Even the children themselves don't know it.

He took him to the coldest place in the Kingdom of God. The beams of light refracted by the ice crystals on the vast ice cover shot straight into the sky, connecting the earth and the sky, rendering a brilliant brilliance. Giant whales roamed under the clear ice, howling lonely , shaking the thick ice sheet.The child happily said: "It looks good!"

"Like it?"

The child asked curiously, "Is this a gift?"

"Yes, but not all of them." He grabbed his cold hand and held his breath, and his hand quickly warmed up.He swore to the god and made the most eternal promise: "I want you to be happy and safe forever. This is my gift to you. From now on, it will be the same in the future."