The days of being in love with facial paralysis

Fengming Mountain is located in the northern suburbs of Kyoto. This mountain is not high, but it has a radius of hundreds of miles and is uninhabited.The reason is because this Fengming Mountain is a bit weird.Most of the mountains are densely wooded, and the people live by the mountains and rely on the trees on the mountains to live. However, this Fengming Mountain is covered with short trees. From a distance, the trees are not lush and lush. On the contrary, you can see the strange rocks. , like a crawling monster, ready to swallow people into its stomach at any time.

"There are monsters on Fengming Mountain."

"Three years ago, the sky thunder struck the monster and this mountain."

These are the rumors about Fengming Mountain.

Meng Que and He Lan went in a carriage, but when they got to the back, the road was too difficult, so they changed to riding horses.The mountain road was rugged, and the two rode together. He Lan held Meng Que in his arms, and Meng Que leaned on He Lan's chest. He could feel He Lan's steady heartbeat, and he could smell He Lan's unique aura. , These made him a little dizzy.

When it was almost noon, they finally arrived at the foot of Fengming Mountain.The mountain was not high, Meng Que stood at the foot of the mountain and looked at it, feeling a little nervous, his hands were sweating a little, and he didn't dare to go forward.

He couldn't tell whether it was nervousness or fear. He always felt that there seemed to be something hidden on this mountain that made his heart palpitate. Those things made him fearful but curious.

He Lan suddenly grabbed his hand, and when he saw He Lan's deep eyes, Meng Que's beating heart suddenly calmed down, and he followed He Lan up step by step.

He wanted to understand that part of the past. Since he had decided to accept He Lan, he couldn't let He Lan be the only one in that part of the past.

He Lan seemed to know what he was thinking, and held his hand tighter.

When he reached the top of the mountain, Meng Que was already sweating profusely.Strange to say, when we were at the bottom of the mountain, the sun was still in the sky, but when we climbed to the top of the mountain, the weather suddenly became gloomy.

There were no tall trees on the mountain, so Meng Que went to the place where the hut was.The hut was gone, but the grass grew looser there than elsewhere.Meng Que looked at the original location of the thatched cottage for a long time, and He Lan's words echoed in his mind.

Did he and He Lan live here for eight years?A child who was ignorant of things became a teenager?Did his mother ever stand at the door of this thatched cottage, looking at the two of them with a smile?

He Lan pointed to a big rock and said, "You used to love to lie on this rock and bask in the sun."

The top of the stone is indeed flat, and it is just right for a young boy to lie on it.Vaguely, Meng Que seemed to see a child lying on the stone, looking at the sky with a pair of big eyes.His eyes were clean, not so much clean as empty.

Meng Que stood there in a daze, when He Lan suddenly pulled him.Meng Que woke up.

"He Lan, is there a cliff here?" Meng Que asked.

A slightly surprised expression appeared on He Lan's cold face, because in his narration, there was no cliff.How did Meng Que know the existence of that cliff?

He Lan took Meng Que to the cliff.The cliff was actually not that high, but in Meng Que's dream, it was bottomless. The cold wind blowing up from the bottom of the cliff seemed to drag people into it.

As Meng Que walked over, He Lan's eyes flickered, and he quickly grabbed Meng Que's hand.

"what are you going to do?"

Seeing He Lan's nervous expression, Meng Que smiled: "Do you want to try the feeling of sitting over there?"

He Lan was reluctant at the beginning, but seeing Meng Que's persistent gaze, he sat side by side with him on the edge of the cliff.Meng Que closed his eyes, this scene seemed to coincide with the one in his dream.

His mind was blank at first, and then bits and pieces rushed into his mind.Originally it was just a piece of red clothes, and then it was a complete red dress. When he saw her standing in front of him, her face was still a little blurry.

She took his hand and said, "Que'er, this is Xiao Lan. He is a good boy, you will like him."

She held him in her arms, and a soft voice rang in his ears: "Que'er, Xiaolan saved you, he is your benefactor."

"What are you thinking?"

He Lan's words awakened Meng Que.Meng Que took a deep breath, and tried to think about it again, but found nothing, and disappeared.

"He Lan, you have stayed on this mountain for eight years, won't your parents come to look for you?" Meng Que asked the doubts in his heart, "There is so much beauty in this world, why does mother let the two of us stay on this mountain?" Eight years?"

"I don't know either. She said, as long as I want, I can stay with you forever without thinking about anything else." He Lan said.

Meng Que suddenly felt that his question was a little silly.His mother, that woman is omnipotent, she wants to keep He Lan on the mountain, how can she not do it?

So it all comes back to the mother?Can those doubts be answered only when the mother appears?

He Lan seemed a little uneasy, he stood up from the edge of the cliff, and then pulled Meng Que up.The two stood far away from the cliff.

The wind suddenly picked up, Meng Que turned around abruptly, and there was nothing behind him.He Lan had already chased him out.

He knew that something ran past them just now, but the mountain was empty, and even animals were rarely seen, so what could it be?

He Lan's figure disappeared, and he seemed to be the only one on the top of the mountain.

Meng Que's head was empty, and he followed his feet on the mountain. He didn't know where he was going.

Suddenly, Meng Que saw a white thing in front of him.His eyelids twitched, and he quickly took two steps forward, only to realize that the white flower was actually a butt.A chubby little boy was digging his head into the soil, half of his head was drilled, exposing most of his body.

Meng Que stared at this scene dumbfounded.

When he came back to his senses, he stretched out his hand and pulled the boy out of the soil.The little boy was round and chubby, his two fat and tender hands were like lotus roots, tied in two small buns, his chubby little face was dusty, with two breaths, he blew the ashes onto Meng Que's face.The little boy was naked, and sat there, his black eyes rolling around, staring at Meng Que.

"National...National teacher, why did you become a man?" The boy's tone was waxy.

Who is the national teacher?The national teacher is a woman?

Questions flashed across Meng Que's mind, and he also captured some information.

In the Dayan Dynasty, there was a national teacher, and the national teacher knew the gossip and knew the destiny.When the first emperor pacified the world, there were sorcerers who assisted him. After the emperor ascended the throne, he named the sorcerer who had been helping him as a 'national teacher', and the post of national teacher came from this.But in the whole world, everyone only hears the name of the national teacher, but no one has ever seen the appearance of the national teacher.The national teacher is a mysterious existence, no one has seen it, but everyone knows that there is such a person.He accompanies the emperor, calculates secrets for the emperor, and avoids disasters.

"Is the national teacher of this dynasty a woman? Have you seen her? Whose child are you? Why did you appear on this mountain?" Meng Que asked several questions in a series.

Countless question marks appeared above the boy's head: "Can you ask them one by one?"

"Have you seen the national teacher?" Meng Que asked.

"She won't let me tell other people." Xiaotong said with a straight face.

Meng Que vaguely guessed something: "There was a small hut in that direction, did the national teacher live there?"

Xiaotong's eyes widened. Although he didn't speak, his expression had already betrayed him.What Meng Que said was true.

Tang Fuguo, national teacher.

Was it so?