Chapter 471
She walked to the door of her mother's bookstore in small steps, opened the door, and was greeted by a strong smell of books.
First, ignore the three shelves of books on the right that Mom is not allowed to touch, and then ignore the next three columns of books in the seventh to ninth rows...
"Phew, found it."
Xiao Huo took down a medium-thick book from the top of the bookshelf, looked at the title, pulled out his own feather bookmark from inside, and nodded.
A high-quality suspense novel, certified by my mother, quality guaranteed. I only read a little bit last time, so I’ll read more this time.
"Hmm, huh, watch it for a while and then practice!"
Xiaohuo happily opened the door of his cabin and jumped onto the soft bed.
"hey-hey……"
Xiao Huo held the book with a happy face.
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Travel time, 6:50 in the evening.
The streets of Wuse City were full of people taking a walk after dinner, but Yangli's house was already silent.
The excitement is theirs, lazy dogs want to sleep...
Chapter 381 As long as you ignore the complicated things and concentrate on doing one thing, you will fall asleep
On the roof, Xiao Huo sat quietly.
The adaptive barrier lets the autumn wind flow into the courtyard, blowing the red hair on the little girl's head.
A few yellow-green fallen leaves swirled down and covered her little head.
The darkness in the sky above our heads was gradually dispelled by light, and several roosters crowed from the city.
On the eastern horizon, the sun jumps out.
With your back to the mountains and forests, the morning light of the morning sun shines in front of you.
Until a white rainbow suddenly penetrated the sun, and the little girl's fiery red short hair suddenly ignited the flame of Nirvana.
The yellow and green leaves were blown to the ground by the air waves, and the leaves were actually full of green.
The flames stretched out and began to lengthen the short fiery red hair.
The tongue of fire covered his shoulders and back, and eventually turned into long fiery red hair.
This strange scene is like a fairy trail, highlighting the majesty of Nirvana.
"call!"
Xiaohuo opened his bright eyes, and the fiery red lotus-like pattern flashed in his eyes Oh, he spit out a mouthful of Lihuo, paused, and the fire of Nirvana surged out.
"hold head high!"
Xiaohuo couldn't help but let out a loud and cheerful chirp, and turned into a small flamingo, circling in the courtyard, with the flames dragging a long tail behind him.
"Shua! Step!"
Transforming into a human form again, Xiao Huo landed on his feet.
She stood in front of the house door, opened the door and entered the living room, and then ran towards her parents' bedroom impatiently, wanting to tell her parents the good news about successfully mastering the magical power of Nirvana.
"Bang bang"
Xiaohuo knocked on the door of the house: "Mom, dad, are you up? Xiaohuo has good news to tell his parents. Hurry up and open the door to let Xiaohuo in!"
"Click"
There was a slight noise from behind the door, and Xiao Huo had a surprised expression on his face. He was really awake!
Taking advantage of the door lock being unlocked, Xiao Huo opened the door and pushed in, running towards her parents' bedside.
"Mom and Dad, Xiao Huo has... eh?"
In the middle of speaking, Xiao Huo suddenly froze.
She saw two figures wrapped in quilts on the bed. Her father, Hei Yang, was holding his head with one hand, lying on his side and looking at Xiao Huo with a look of helplessness on his face.
In the quilt, Hong Li was huddled in Hei Yang's arms, her eyes were red, she was sobbing and crying, looking sad and sad, as if she had suffered some great grievance.
Hei Yang patted her back gently and kept comforting her: "Okay, okay, stop crying, it's okay, there's no need..."
"But, but, wuwuwu..."
Hongli burst into tears.
"Ah this..."
When Xiao Huo saw this scene, his heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly ran to the two of them. He stretched his little head over and asked, "Mom, what's wrong with mom? What happened?"
"Little, little fire, wuwu..."
Hongli choked up and responded: "I, no, it's okay, wuwuwu..."
"Ah this..."
Xiaohuo panicked, it didn't look like nothing was wrong.
She looked up at her father Hei Yang and asked quickly: "What's wrong with mom? Dad, did dad bully mom into crying?!"
"What, how is it possible? I'll forget it if you die unjustly!"
Hei Yang showed his dead eyes and said helplessly: "Generally, there are two possibilities when your mother cries like this.
First, I or a relative or friend died unexpectedly. "
"Ah, what about another possibility..."
Xiao Huo looked at her mother with a worried look.
"Something bad must have happened..."
"Ah, this is not..."
Hei Yang said faintly: "Your mother was reading a novel and her defense was broken by a knife."
"Ehhhhh???"
Seeing Xiao Huo looking like he had a lot of question marks, Hei Yang could only sigh helplessly.
Hongli went to bed early last night, so she woke up at three or four in the morning, watching her husband Hei Yang sleeping soundly while holding her in his arms.
Hongli analyzed this point and asked if she would be beaten to death if she yelled "get up" in Hei Yang's ear, so she showed "great mercy" to her husband and decided not to disturb his dream.
It suddenly occurred to her that a series of novels she had been following for several years was coming to an end. She bought the last volume on the way back yesterday, but she didn't have time to read it.
With the idea that the day's plan would start in the early morning, Hongli took advantage of this time to open the last novel with great anticipation, wanting to see what kind of work the author had done for her.
Well, I didn’t give her any treatment this time, she was completely treated to death, ahem...
As a result, Hei Yang woke up in the morning, turned around and looked around, and found his wife lying there with red eyes and wiping tears. Hei Yang was immediately shocked and asked quickly what happened.
As a result, when Hongli looked up and saw Heiyang, she threw herself into his arms and cried even harder.
"Don't ask, if you ask, I've been coaxing you for half an hour."
Heiyang showed his dead eyes, patted Hongli's back gently, and comforted her humbly: "Xiaoli, good Xiaoli, wife?
Hongli sister? Auntie, don't cry, if you cry again, I will cry too, wuwuwu..."
"Wuwu, but, but..."
Hongli sobbed a few times and said in a crying voice: "But why, why in the end, why did the protagonist suffer so much in the end!
And that little girl, wuwuwu, she just wanted to go home to find her parents, what's wrong with her, she was so innocent, so helpless and scared in the end, the author, you have no heart, wuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwuwu...
Obviously, obviously at the beginning It was fine, wuwuwu, but then, it was gone, all gone, wuwuwu, hahu, hahuhu, huhuhahu..."
"Calm down, calm down Miss Hong! Ms. Hong? Take a deep breath, yes, take a deep breath, good job..."
Heiyang sighed, looked up at the sky and said: "I vaguely remember that the last time she saw through the defense like this was four years ago when she was fourteen years old..."
"Wuwuwu, Heiyang, don't mention that, when I think of that..."
Hongli choked and coughed twice, and whimpered: "When I think of the ending of the book, I feel even more sad, wuwuwu..."
"You see."
Heiyang sighed repeatedly, used both hands to move Hongli's body, turned her over in his arms and hugged her tighter.
While comforting Hongli, he helplessly said to Xiaohuo: "Your mother's condition will continue for at least five hours. Once she has vented her emotions, she will be fine."
For people like Heiyang Hongli who are not interested in reality, they almost all have one thing in common: their imagination is very rich, their imagination and empathy are relatively strong, which makes them more emotional.
Specifically, they like to treat dead things as friends, and they are reluctant to throw away the gradually useless scraps, and would rather keep them at home to occupy a place.
They don't have as many fantasies about the future as they do about the past, and they don't care about things that others think are too much.
But they are particularly cherishing and cherishing their current happiness, and they will be very irritable and angry if anyone wants to destroy the few spiritual pillars.
"But in general..."
Heiyang looked at Xiaohuo and said faintly: "It's nothing serious, don't worry."
"Ah this..."
Xiaohuo showed half-moon eyes, and felt a little relieved. He couldn't help but ask: "How did Dad comfort Mom in the past? For example, four years ago?"
"Ah, at that time..."
Heiyang turned his head away with a guilty conscience: "At that time..."
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"Xiaoli Xiaoli, don't cry first, look who's coming over there?"
"Well, who's coming..."
"Ada!"
"Ah, bang..."
Heiyang looked at Hongli who was knocked unconscious, and clapped his hands proudly: "Done!"
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"Ahem, that, children don't need to know so much!"
Heiyang waved his hand and changed the subject directly.
"So, what's the matter with Xiaohuo coming to see mom and dad so early in the morning?"
"Ah, uh..."
Xiaohuo looked at his mom who was gradually calming down under his dad's comfort, and secretly sighed that his dad was really a professional. He smiled a little embarrassedly and scratched his head and said, "Actually, it's nothing, that's it...
Well! Xiaohuo has successfully cultivated Nirvana Fire, and I wanted to show it to mom and dad."
"Oh, have you already cultivated it?"
Heiyang couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praised: "Not bad, Xiaohuo, you really have a set!"
"Hehe, it's all because of mom and dad's teaching!"
Xiaohuo's face was slightly red, and he looked at his mother with an embarrassed smile: "Are you happy, Xiaohuo didn't disappoint mom?"
“…”
Hearing Xiaohuo’s question, Hongli suddenly wiped her tears on Heiyang’s chest, turned her head and forced a smile, nodded and said: “Yes! Xiaohuo is my mother’s pride!”
“And…”
Hongli rubbed her red eyes, curled her lips, and muttered unhappily: “Don’t listen to your father’s nonsense, what five hours, who would cry for so long!
I just saw the story and was a little touched, and I couldn’t recover for a while.”
“Ah, yes, yes, I couldn’t recover for a while, I mean I cried like I was dead.”
Heiyang rolled his eyes and complained: “By the way, if I…”
“Don’t talk nonsense!”
Hongli punched hard, hitting Heiyang’s chest, causing the latter’s eyes to widen suddenly, and he almost died.