Cub's father is not human

This torrential rain fell for two whole days, and the mountain wind roared through the mountains without any scruples, pulling the heavy rain away in a mess.The emerald green branches sway in the wind and rain, ups and downs, bowing their heads and mourning the anger of the mountains.

Sacrificial utensils were placed on the spacious platform at the foot of the mountain, and a few young people were kneeling on the cold and muddy ground.

Just kneeling in the howling wind and rain, letting the rain soak him, he couldn't even stand up, the big raindrops hit his body like a whip, and slid across his thin profile.

"Do you still want to go out, say!" When I looked back, I realized that there was a crowd soaked in ink rain standing behind them three or four meters away.

One of the kneeling young men shook his body and was supported by another older one. He opened his eyes and looked at the misty mountains in the distance, and nodded slowly, "Patriarch, I will never regret it."

"Then what about you!" The old patriarch's white beard trembled so visibly in the night rain, remorseful.

"I will never regret it," the young man replied slowly.

The old patriarch opened his eyes wide, looked up at the dark night sky, and let the raindrops fall into his eyes. Suddenly, the stick in his hand fell on the kneeling young man, and they held the youngest child in their arms and gritted their teeth. don't say anything.

"Sacrificing mountain spirits must not leave the protection of mountain gods,

The mission of offering sacrifices to mountain spirits to protect the source of spirits from generation to generation,

Offering sacrifices to mountain spirits must not hurt the souls of the world,

470 four people offering sacrifices to the spirit of the mountain"

The old patriarch pointed his staff at the hidden black mountain in the distance, and said slowly in an old voice, "Kowtow to the mountain god, you unfilial sons, after you leave, life or death has nothing to do with us."

Several young people kowtowed slowly towards the east, supported each other and stood up, the spiritual source soaked in the mountain rain lit up the green fluorescence on each plant, and swayed lightly with the wind in the rain.

The sky not far away lit up with a magnificent color, and the cry of the baby came from the dwindling wind and rain.

"Four people offer sacrifices to mountain spirits, one lives and one dies, and the world changes, and the source of spirits is limited." Someone sighed in the wind and rain.

Behind the young man is a mountain that is isolated from the world.

The younger boy asked, "Brother Li, are we human?"

The smile of the person who answered was drenched by the rain. He stared at the green path in front of him and said in a low voice, "Yes. Why not, we have flesh and blood."

The child stretched out his finger, and his finger instantly turned into a faint green color, "Does that count?"

"No, don't show it, no one will know"

Another person answered, "Whoever hurts the soul will be punished by heaven. Remember it"

——Brother, what are you going to do after you go out?

——I want to be a soldier

——Yin Li, where are you?

——School, life, that's enough.

——Alright, then I will go to school like Brother Li.

——Let’s go, we’re no different from people when we leave here

——Life and death have their own destiny. When we walk out of this place, we are worshiping mountain spirits, and we are also human beings.

Behind them, Yinshan stands above the sky in the darkness, rooted in the ground, standing in the world, unmoved by wind and rain.

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"Mom, I'm going to get off work soon, and there is only one person left. Hey, really, you go over to order first, isn't it the new one? I'll go right away." Fan Lang bent his middle finger and tapped He knocked on the desktop to urge.

"Hmm, Uncle Policeman, I can't write this word." A yellow-haired man sat on the opposite side, his messy dyed hair curled up in a mess without moisture, he looked young, maybe seventeen or eighteen years old.Huang Mao made a bitter face, "Uncle Policeman, please write it to me."

Fan Lang took out a piece of white paper from the side, and wrote the word 'habit' with an ink and charcoal brush, "This is a habit of habit, not a habit of stealing, do you remember it? You can mess around when you are young, and you can't even write. Write to make others laugh at you. Go out this time and go back to school obediently, don’t let me run into you again.”

The police uncle is dressed in a straight police uniform, with clear and upright eyebrows, distinct facial features, thin lips, and a nose that is so straight that it almost touches the ceiling. He is turning the pen in his hand unhurriedly, and the little yellow hair is excited when he sees it , He then twisted his buttocks, swayed his waist, and said, "Uncle policeman, which school did you go to? I will go to it in the future, and I will be a policeman like you when I come out."

Fan Lang squinted at Xiao Huangmao, raised his slightly thin lips, and smiled slightly, "That school is not good. You go to a technical school, learn some skills, come out of the factory and become a small worker, after two years you will be successful." Veteran workers, the wages are much higher than being a policeman."

People with a criminal record cannot go to the police academy or serve in the army. If they speak out, they are afraid of hurting Xiao Huang Mao's heart.It's just right to learn a technique, and I'm not afraid that no one will want it.

"Hey, okay. Look, Uncle Policeman, I've finished filling it out. I missed your meal. If it wasn't for my brother's lack of money, I—"

Fan Lang stood up and smoothed the wrinkles on his body with his hands, "No, is your family coming to pick you up?"

The little yellow-haired poked his head and looked around outside, a little disappointed, "No. My parents are used to it. It's okay, I can just walk back by myself, so I won't delay you." He also followed along and dragged himself T-shirt, go.

Fan Lang turned off all the lights in the bureau, locked the door, and the person on night shift should be back soon, so he went to the garage to drive the car out.

The early autumn passed, and it was late autumn in a blink of an eye. The cold wind outside was blowing on me, and the leaves on the roadside were almost fallen. It was only seven o'clock, and it was dark outside.

Fan Lang's car slid slowly to Xiao Huangmao's side, and the child sniffed and walked desolately on the street with his nose in his arms and his shoulders in his arms.Press down the car window, "Let's go, I'll see you off."

Little Huang Mao happily agreed and jumped into the car in a blink of an eye. Fan Lang turned on the air conditioner and told him to fasten his seat belt, "I will see you off for the second time. Don't let me meet you for the third time. Huang Mao, old man Do you feel at ease when you steal the money?"

The little yellow-haired sniffed, "How can I do that? When I first entered this industry, I thought, steal children, for fear of leaving a shadow on others in the future, and accidentally destroying others, what will I do for the rest of my life? If you steal white-collar workers, you can go to work It’s not easy, I work overtime every day, I’ve seen it all. You say stealing from the old man, the old man has hidden the coffin board for half his life—who else can I steal from?”

Fan Lang laughed out loud, stretched out his hand to stroke him, "Yo, there's also professional ethics here"

Little Huangmao rubbed his head, "I don't feel at ease stealing from anyone, but later on, didn't I get used to it—stealing makes my heart break."

Fan Lang parked the little Huangmao on the side of the road and opened the door for him, "Let's go, remember your words, go to school, earn some money, and spend without having nightmares."

"You know that I have nightmares. Enen, I will definitely change it. Uncle policeman, please go." Little Huang Mao saluted Fan Lang with his body tilted, waved his hands and said goodbye, and yelled a few words.

Before Fan Lang reached the restaurant, Fan's mother called again.

"Fan Lang, mom's lifelong wish is to have a normal meal with you. Tell me when you won't be late. After so many years, you know what mom likes to eat. Have you ever ordered food for mom? "

"Oh, mom, I'm almost here, don't worry, ask Fan Lin to eat with you first, as long as my dad knows what you like to eat"

"It's almost here, it's already eight o'clock, I'll call you at six o'clock—Mom, stop nagging, my brother is driving, brother, we are waiting for you, slow down on the road"

Fan Lang stopped in front of the traffic lights, and the whole city was filled with colorful neon lights, and the light and shadow reflected from the car window onto his face, revealing a handsome and handsome face.

There was a lot of voices outside the car, but there was silence in the car.He lit a cigarette, rolled down the window, the air-conditioning and human voices poured into the car, Fan Lang took a breath of autumn, and leaned lazily on the back of the chair.

When he finally arrived at the restaurant, it was already 08:30. Fan Lang was holding two barrels of orange juice with fruit, and two catties of sauced beef.He rushed into the hotel door, and there was a moment of silence in the hotel (⊙o⊙). He coughed twice, saw himself in the meticulous police uniform from the decorative mirror on the side, and smiled awkwardly, "Well, then Eat, I'm looking for my mother, waiter! Lead the way"

The one who yelled was upright and awe-inspiring, while the one who walked was crisp and tidy.

The owner of the hot pot restaurant hurriedly greeted the diners, "Look, the police uncles are all coming to our restaurant."

The hot pot in Jiugongge, the red and spicy chili oil is steaming, each of which has a different spiciness.The minced peppers are dipped in the beef and thrown into the hot pot. After a few rinsings, pick them up and eat them while they are hot, which quickly dispels the chill of the whole cool autumn.When Mama Fan is too lazy to cook, she invites the family to try something new outside the door. She rushes to barbecue in summer and hot pot in winter.

"Brother, drink." Fan Lin poured him a glass of fruit oranges——Fan Lang's sister, seventeen this year, is a sophomore in high school. Fan Lang is eleven years older than her. He left after college. mom play.

"Mom, can you eat this hot pot?" A pot of red oil was boiled, and there were duck intestines, duck blood, and beef around. Everyone was waiting and didn't move their chopsticks much.

Fan's mother had her hair curled up well, and she was dressed dignifiedly. As soon as she took off her clothes, she gave Fan Lang a look. Fan's father smiled and filled Fan Lang with a small cup of white wine, "Your mother and your sister are drooling from the smell. Mouth turned a few times"

Fan Lang felt distressed and picked a piece of duck intestines for his mother, "I told you to eat first, and you can eat whatever you want when I come."

Fan Lin ate with tears in her eyes, and her small mouth was bright red, "How can that be, Mom said, you are the pillar of the family now." She ate the well-cooked little fat cow and whispered, "Mom said, I am waiting for your treat today." , what will we do if you don’t pay for it first?”

Fan Lang laughed, and asked him to pay every time, but he never paid for it a few times.Fan Lang is not married, he has handed in all his salary, and has no girlfriend. Usually, his expenses are very small, and Fan's mother is not willing to let her eldest son pay for it.

"Fan Lang, when are you free these days? Don't you still have a few days off every month?" Fan's mother asked while eating, and Fan Lang and his father were delivering water and paper.

"Mom, where do you want to go again?" Fan's mother is a retired teacher. She lives a regular life and pays special attention to the combination of work and rest. She takes the family out for a trip and shopping every now and then.

"I'm not going anywhere. I want you to go on a blind date. I've been thinking about holding my grandson for so many years. Fan Lin, ask the waiter for another plate of shrimp slippery, a plate of beef balls, and cabbage."

Fan Lang held down Fan Lin, "Mom, I'll call you."

Mother Fan glared at him, "Stop with me, sit here and tell me what kind of girl you want."

Fan Lin gave her brother a helpless look, and Fan Lang hurriedly asked his father for help. Fan's father shrugged his shoulders and said, "Actually, I want to hug her too. Oh, I'm missing a grandson in my life."

"Mom and Dad, what are you doing? Isn't he just a grandson? There are not many people who look like grandchildren nowadays." Fan Lang raised his head to drink, it was really spicy.

"What are you talking about, what I want is the grandson of the Fan family, not someone who wants to be a grandson." Mother Fan taught him a lesson, and she still didn't forget to give the old man a piece of tofu to taste.Fan's father has a bad stomach and can't eat too meaty food. Fortunately, Fan Lang bought some vegetarian cold dishes.

"Okay, Mom, I get it. I'll try to spare some time these two days. Tell me, whose daughter is it?"

"I know you'll see, but you can't be late all the time. Last time you were late for an hour, the last time you were late for almost two hours, and the last time—" Fan Ma scooped up a small spoonful of hot pot Put the soup in the cup into the small cup next to it, hold it in your hand and wait for Fan Lang to speak.

"Understood, isn't the time getting shorter each time? Mom, why are you drinking that soup? It's making you hotter again"

Fan's mother smiled and gave his father a taste, Fan's father, let's eat, the hot pot soup is hot but not spicy, it is tasty but not meaty, if it is not for the mention of waste oil, many people probably would have eaten the soup Drunk.

Fan's father sighed, "Don't say it, your mother really knows how to eat."