See You Tonight, Master Su

Su Minglang looked at the old man touching his face, amused. Just now, he forgot to tell Jingkong that his son was different from other children. Because they had been trained since they were young, they were much more alert than normal children. They were wild by nature and liked to hurt people.

Of course, this was not the most important thing. What he was worried about now was that the child was awake. How could he explain this sudden addition?

Stroking his forehead, Su Minglang's head was a little big.

Before the two of them could say anything, Xiaotaiyang had already grabbed Jingkong by the collar and sat up. He rubbed his eyes sleepily and said sternly, "Tell me, who are you? How did you get in here?"

"... Silly son, it's me!" Su Minglang spoke in a low voice.

Otherwise, he was afraid that this brat would wake up the whole building in the next second.

Xiaotaiyang let go of Jingkong. First, he recognized Su Minglang's voice. Second, he got used to the darkness and saw the general outline of people. Stunned, he yawned, rubbed his eyes and looked at Su Minglang in surprise.

"Daddy, why are you in my dream?" Little thing, did he think he was dreaming?

Su Minglang was amused and angry, but this would undoubtedly be the best explanation. "You didn't sleep well. Daddy came to dream to supervise you. Close your eyes and go back to sleep."

Xiaotaiyang gave a' oh'sound and nodded with a sudden realization. However, when his eyes turned to abbot Jingkong, he frowned doubtfully. "No, who is this man? Why did you come to my dream too?"

Who is he? Su Minglang pursed his lips and hesitated.

"I am..." Rubbing the little guy's head, Jingkong's heart was as soft as the water of the Longquan river in an ancient town, rippling in waves. He was not angry at being scratched by a child, but rather thought he was extremely cute. In fact, to have such a vigilant child was something worth praising.

Since it's a dream, let's have a dream.

He thought about it, swallowed his excuses, and told Xiaotaiyang, "My dear grandson, I'm your uncle!"

"Uncle?"

"Yes!"

"My uncle... Grandpa?"

"Yes!"

With a soft' ah'sound, Xiaotaiyang's eyes widened, and he seemed to have understood. He jumped over excitedly, hung Jingkong's neck tightly, and shook him with a smile.

"Haha, Xiaotaiyang's first dream about uncle... Uncle, you have to dream about the sun more in the future?"

"Okay!" Jingkong patted the child with a choked voice.

"No, no! Next time, when Xiaotaiyang takes a nap, you can fall asleep again. In this way, Xiaotaiyang can see your face clearly. Now, grandpa, your face is so blurry, eh..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped and touched Jingkong's face with his little hand. "Uncle, why do I think you look a little familiar?"

With a thump in his heart, Jingkong frowned. "Really?"

"Yes, like the old monk in the temple."

"...

"That old monk is so annoying that he makes A Caiji cry!"

"...

Su Minglang coughed softly to hide his desire to laugh. Jingkong, on the other hand, hugged Xiaotaiyang and smiled awkwardly. "Fool, I'm your uncle and grandfather. Of course you'll feel familiar."

"Oh, that's right!"

No matter how smart the child was, he was still a child. Xiaotaiyang didn't think much about it. He wrapped his arms around him with a pair of small hands. His face tilted and he kept looking at him. He started acting coquettish in a strange way. "Uncle, grandpa, you can leave tomorrow morning, when I wake up."

Jingkong was naturally reluctant to part, but unfortunately, in order not to make this boy more and more sober, he knew that he had to go.

Since Su Minglang didn't tell Tong Hua, he naturally didn't want her to know about it for the time being. And he didn't want her to know, so he had his intention. After thinking about it, he lowered his head and kissed the little boy on the forehead.

"Good grandson, you have to sleep well. Uncle and grandpa will come next time. Otherwise, uncle and grandpa will be angry and won't come."

With his big eyes turned, Xiaotaiyang looked at him for a moment. He mimicked his adult appearance and sighed heavily. He slowly withdrew his hand and let go of him. Then he lay back obediently and closed his eyes to mumble.

"Okay, goodbye, uncle and grandpa."

"Goodbye!"

Soon, Xiaotaiyang was recruited by duke zhou.

Sitting by the bed, Jingkong couldn't help but touch the child's face again. "You raised him well."

Su Minglang's lips curled up. "He's a good boy!"

Squinting his eyes, Jingkong pondered for a moment, moved his lips, and asked in a complicated mood, "What do you want from me, just tell me?"

"Talk outside."

Su Minglang took the lead out of the room.

In the small hall downstairs, Gu Ji had already brewed tea and waited inside, while the guards of the leisurely residence were still dutifully patrolling every secret post, changing their posts.

The three of them sat in silence. Su Minglang and abbot Jingkong both seemed to be thinking, and no one said a word. Gu Ji, on the other hand, had no sense of existence from beginning to end and did not interrupt.

After a long time, Jingkong asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Su Minglang's face was slightly grim, and his black eyes were like the starry night sky, shining with a mysterious light, but the corners of his lips were smiling. "I want you to live."

Jingkong looked at him for a moment, then closed his eyes. "The heart was dead in life. How could it be reborn when it died?"

Su Minglang pursed his lower lip heavily and remained silent for a moment. "It's been more than twenty years. Can you really forget hatred?"

"Hatred, karma!"

"... Su Minglang did not answer.

The room became quiet, and no one spoke.

It took about two or three minutes for Su Minglang to speak casually. His voice was as low as a murmur, as if he were talking to Jingkong, or as if he were just talking to himself.

"My dad taught me that men in the The su family have to live a fair and honest life. He is worthy of the heavens and does not bend over others. That would not disappoint the hopes of the su family's ancestors and the nurturing feelings of their parents. My father has always respected you and my father-in-law, and he talks about you in our ears from time to time. Every time he talks about your separation, he always laments... But I, an unworthy son, see my mother humiliated, and my father died miserably and powerless... You advised me to let go of my obsession, but I also want to ask you, what buddhism taught us is nothing else but' tolerance'?"

"Amitabha..."

"The bodhisattvas in the temple, the bodies of clay and wood carvings, are just made by man. Are they really buddha? You stood by them every day and asked," can you really suppress hatred by practicing hard?"! Do you know how much your daughter has suffered over the years?"

"... Jingkong was speechless.

"Abbot, I thought that the true buddha nature should be in the heart of a person, not in the mouth. Zen people should have reverence for buddha, but it doesn't mean that zen people should indulge filthy people. People are learning buddha, buddha is looking at you, and only you can fulfill yourself and your descendants."

After a long speech, Su Minglang pressed her lips tightly.

His words were as clear as gold, tapping into Jingkong's heart. But his face, under the dim light, looked handsome, with a pair of clear eyes like a leopard, which made people feel intimidating and oppressive for no reason.

Jingkong's wrist, which was serving tea, shook slightly, but his body stiffened.

Once again, it was silent, and the night breeze blew in from the window, bringing with it the sound of summer frogs and cicadas.

About five minutes later, Jingkong said slowly, "What do you think?"

His cold eyes narrowed slightly, and Su Minglang's voice suddenly cooled down. There was an indescribable cruelty in his voice. "He's coming back. You should come back to life!"

The next day in Scotland, the sun was still shining brightly. Today, they were going to the last place on their trip - sky island.

At A Caiji's suggestion, they decided to ride a horse and slowly go up the mountain to see the scenery. In Shuhe, the A Caiji family was born and raised, and they knew the horse gang very well. Soon, she negotiated the price with a gang of horses at a price not too high for her father. She brought people and horses over.

In fact, these people, except for ai mu and tong liang, knew how to ride a horse and did not need to be led. However, in order to be safe, they had to follow all the way.

Xiaotaiyang was very excited every time he rode a horse. He picked out a pony and wanted to ride it himself. But the middle-aged man who was driving the horse was worried. He had to lead the reins and walk in front of him, which made the little boy very unhappy.

Su Minglang picked a strong white horse and rode it around the road before returning to Tong Hua. He got off the horse first, held her waist and sat on the back of the horse, then he turned over and went up and sat behind her. One hand held the reins and the other held her waist, laughing loudly in the sun.

"Darling, is this a proud horse's hoof disease? I can see all the blue bell flowers in a day?"

"It stinks!" Tong Hua chuckled and leaned his back against his chest, feeling the warmth of the breeze on his face.

There were more than twenty of them, along with the coachman, and they marched in the direction, laughing and cheering. Some people were laughing, and Xiaotaiyang was screaming, which made the tourists on the road look at them in silence.

As they walked up the mountain, they rode against the wind, snuggled up to each other, and gazed at the mountains...

"Minglang, why are you so beautiful these days?"

"Beautiful? It's even more beautiful, in the back."

"Where?"

"Silly, it's a long life. Is that all you can do?"

"Hehe... Yeah!"

Tong Hua giggled happily. And in her ear, a string of flying sounds seemed to match her mood. A woman was singing in Scotland. Tong Hua could not understand her, but she could feel the ethereal and euphemism in her voice.

The group wasn't moving too fast, but it wasn't long before they reached the foot of the island.

One by one, they slowly made their way up the mountain. In this season, there was actually no snow, but only grass and grass, rolling mountains, grazing sheep and tourists from all directions.

In the beginning, Tong Hua was very happy to let the man hold her. Not long after, she was already pregnant and felt unwell. Panic, shortness of breath, nausea, vomiting, and chest tightness. Covering her chest, she leaned against the man with a pale face, guessing that she had reacted by firing at her.

"Minglang..."

"What's wrong?"

Her head was spinning, she grabbed the man's arm tightly, her eyes were dazed, and she whispered, "Fourth brother, my heart is so stuffy that I feel like I'm going to vomit, but I can't take it anymore... It's like altitude sickness?"

His face darkened. Su Minglang held him tightly and shouted, "Stop!"

In his shout, the whole team stopped. Su Minglang's mood, along with Tong Hua's poor health, fell into a haze at the same time. As he got off the horse, he gently carried her down and sat down on the side of the road, handing her warm water brought up from the bottom of the mountain.

"Come on, have a drink first." After taking a sip of water, Tong Hua breathed heavily and spoke in a hurry.

"I... Feel terrible..."

"Honey, hang in there. We're going down the mountain." Stroking her chest, Su Minglang looked around.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he saw Gu Ji's back as he strode away.

They had been traveling for so many days and had climbed mountains, but tong liang had never experienced altitude sickness. Today, knowing that she was pregnant, he had never thought of climbing to the mountains on sky island, so he chose to ride around. Who would have thought that at about 2,000 meters above sea level, she would react to high altitude.

However, there was no place to sell oxygen tanks near here because of the wild ride up the mountain.

Looking at Gu Ji's back from afar, he didn't say anything. He just comforted Tong Hua and taught her to breathe. "It's okay, be good! Drink some water and we'll go."

"Mmm!"

Breathing heavily, Tong Hua nodded and gulped heavily, but none of these things had much effect on altitude sickness. Her breathing quickened, and her heart ached. In the past, she had always heard people say how uncomfortable altitude sickness was. But when she really felt it, she knew that it was really frustrating.

"Quick, suck this -"

In a daze, Gu Ji came back after a long walk. He was holding an oxygen tank in his hand. She squatted in front of her with her lips pressed together, reached out to open the valve, and handed the oxygen mask to her.

"Thank you..." Tong Hua smiled at him with a pale face.

Gu Ji did not say a word. He stuffed the oxygen bottle into Su Minglang's mouth and walked away quietly.

Su Minglang's eyes were a little deep. He put his arm around Tong Hua's waist, put the oxygen mask close to her nose, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Suck."

At a time like this, Tong Hua couldn't care less. With a slight shock, he sucked in a few mouthfuls of oxygen. It had to be said that this was the only thing that worked at the critical moment. After a few mouthfuls of oxygen, she suddenly felt breathless in Tuyun.

"Whoo... Much more comfortable..."

At this point, she turned her eyes and looked at Gu Ji's profile. "Gu Ji, where did you buy the oxygen tank?"

Gu Ji did not look at her. His eyes fell on the mountains far away. His face was expressionless and his voice was deep. "The tourists bought it."

Eh!

Tourists with oxygen tanks on their way up the mountain, do they need it too?

Before Tong Hua could speak, Ai Mu couldn't help but ask, "Hey, why would someone sell you something that tourists use to save their lives?"

Gu Ji looked back at her and said, "If you don't sell it, you have to sell it!"

"Er..." Ai mu was stunned and stared at him speechless. "Did you snatch it?"

"... Gu Ji said nothing more.

Of course, he couldn't have snatched it. As long as it was something, it would have a price. As long as the price is enough, how can the tourists not be willing to sell? One for a hundred, and that was to sell it.

"Ah... Ha..." With a crooked mouth, ai mu rolled his eyes.

She suddenly realized that this man really had no morals for Tong Hua. Snatching something like this?

Shaking her head, she leaned over to Tong Hua and squatted down to ask her with concern, "Tong Hua, are you better? Look at your pitiful look, grandpa, I'm almost out of oxygen... But, hey, if only I was really out of oxygen... Damn, how could I not be out of oxygen?"

She mumbled, her voice getting smaller and smaller. The first few words were fine, but Tong Hua couldn't hear them clearly.

Her pale face had turned a little pale after inhaling oxygen. She frowned at Ai Mu. "What are you talking about? Can you speak louder?"

Ai Mu laughed and narrowed his eyes. "Nothing, nothing can be divulged!"

"Go!" Tong Hua stared at him with a smile.

At this time, Xiaotaiyang was also close to him, his small hand gently following Tong Hua's chest, he frowned, like an adult, full of worry, "Mommy, you get better quickly."

Tong Hua stroked his head. "Be good, mommy's fine."

Xiaotaiyang put his head on Su Minglang's knee and sat down beside him. After thinking about it, he suddenly grinned. "Auntie, I'll tell you a happy story. You'll get better soon and play with the sun."

"Sure!"

"Last night, I dreamt of my uncle and grandfather." Xiaotaiyang lifted his chin and spoke with great satisfaction.

Uncle? Tong Hua's heart choked, and his upper body leaned forward. "You've never seen uncle before. How could you dream about him?" Tong Hua wanted to say that she had never seen any uncles or grandfathers.

His big eyes blinked. Xiaotaiyang looked very smart and cute. "He told me. He said he was my grandfather."

"... Silly!"

"If you don't believe me, let me tell you, my grandfather looks like the great monk in the temple..."

Tong Hua let out an' ah' and looked at the sun with amusement.

Poof!

Standing up straight, Ai Mu kicked the pebble with the tip of his foot and burst out laughing. "I say, brat, you're too much of a jerk. What's wrong with dreaming about monks? Did you dream of a monk?"

Seeing that no one else believed it, Xiaotaiyang pouted and looked at Su Minglang. "Who lied to you? Ask daddy if you don't believe me. Daddy is in my dream too. We even talked!"

Su Minglang frowned deeper and deeper. He picked up the little guy and turned the conversation away, "You guys keep climbing up. Your sister-in-law and I will go back to the inn first."