Koko stubbornly believed that bathing Zhuo Yang was her own privilege and no one else was allowed to get involved.
Zhuo Yang is no longer like a mummy just after something happened to something, and he was wrapped up as a mummy at London Bridge Hospital. With his independent breathing and heartbeat recovery, he became more and more like a sleeping baby.
Peeling off the heavy bandages wrapped around him, Zhuo Yang emerged from the cocoon and was experiencing rebirth.
The knife wounds left by him after being severely injured have long condensed into scars. Now these scars are gradually fading magically, and some have disappeared. The original wounds are as smooth as babies' skin.
After peeling the shell and pulling out the tube, you can turn Zhuo Yang over and take a shower.
Whenever it is the sacred moment of taking a bath, Koko becomes the domineering heroine. Others can help turn Zhuo Yang over, but no one can imagine how to wipe Zhuo Yang with a warm water towel little by little.
Giving him naked, Koko showed the glory of a pious saint. This is a holy picture, and no one would feel ridiculous or vulgar.
His body made her unable to let go of it, and his mouth, eyes, ears and nose made her unable to help but want to kiss her.
After taking a shower, Koko began to massage his muscles. This was still her favorite. Although it was a very laborious physical work for her, Koko still refused to let anyone interfere.
Koko was familiar with Zhuo Yang's body. Because he had not exercised or even moved for a long time, his originally strong and strong muscles had become loose, and she wanted to make him stronger again.
Koko now has that strange dream almost every night. There is nothing in the dream, only fire, a ball of burning fire. She doesn't know whether fire represents light or evil, whether hope or destruction.
But no matter what it was, she was no longer afraid, because Zhuo Yang's situation improved significantly, and she knew that he was trying to find a way back.
Every day, Koko would lie in Zhuo Yang's ear and talk to him, play music that both of them liked, and the music he created for her. Koko didn't know if Zhuo Yang could hear it, but she was trying to help him find it.
The way home.
Brother Zhuo Yang, I will defeat darkness and evil with you. In this life, in the next life, in the next life, in the past life, in the past life, in the past life, and in the past life, we will be together forever.
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At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, nearly two kilometers away from Zhuojia Water Pavilion, it has reached the vicinity of the ramp road. This place was originally a deserted undulating slope, but now it has become a sea of ​​flowers. The colorful flowers are densely filled with colorful flowers, facing the
The courtyard in the distance is in full bloom.
It started from the beginning of spring, with no one calling or organizing it. The first one was a boy named Chen Jingxi and his girlfriend Lin Jiajia. They came here from Zhejiang with two pots of flowers and planted them by themselves.
They couldn't enter the yard, so they planted flowers here and bought a lot of flowers to pray for Zhuo Yang.
So, countless flowers soon gathered here from all over the country, every day, and were still replenishing in. Everyone who came said that the flowers here should keep blooming and never withering.
The boys spontaneously organized themselves, and after purchasing tools, they leveled out a few small fields, and then they played football on it. They said that Zhuo Yang is not only the captain of the national team, but also the captain of each of us.
I want to play football for him.
Those literary and artistic young people who can't play football pick up their own instruments or are not very good at it, form a band here to play Zhuo Yang's music, or their own music.
They said that Zhuo Yang is also our captain and music captain.
It seemed as if everyone was no longer sad, everyone was full of hope. They expressed their blessings in Zhuo Yang's favorite way.
Flowers, football, music, and the originally deserted bumpy slopes have become beautiful and joyful towns. My sister Zhuo Qiutian came to the town and said to the people here: Thank you, Zhuo Yang must like it very much.
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My father Zhuo Tongtong walked into the mountains from the valley again. After stopping at the gate of Liuxianguan for a moment, he climbed to the top of the Five Saints Mountain and climbed to the huge square rock platform on the top of the mountain.
Taoist Ye Wuji meditated on it.
Ye Wuji has grown a lot older. He was originally in his forties and now he looks as old as seventy.
In the seven months since Zhuo Yang returned to the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, Zhuo Tongtong has been here many times. He didn't know what Ye Wuji was doing, but he had firmly believed in Ye Wuji's words. Because it was proved that
It is right to bring Zhuo Yang back, he is recovering miraculously.
When I was at London Bridge Hospital, no one dared to expect Zhuo Yang to be like this now. However, after such a miracle happened, are there anyone who loved Zhuo Yang so much that he is only willing to be like this now?
Zhuo Tongtong sat cross-legged opposite Ye Wuji.
"Master, when he was bathing Zhuo Yang today, he farted."
Ye Wuji's withered face gradually spread a child-like innocent smile.
"Okay, okay. That's great! It's based on the qi of yin and yang. The qi turns into essence, essence turns into spirit, and spirit turns into brightness. When the qi is ventilated from top to bottom, it can condense the essence, essence becomes the source of life, and energy becomes life.
The foundation.”
"Master, did you say that Zhuo Yang is about to wake up?"
Ye Wuji was silent for a long time.
"I have no idea."
"Will he wake up?" Zhuo Tongtong asked again.
Ye Wuji looked up at the sky, but there was no answer.
Such questions and answers have happened many times. Zhuo Tongtong can't help asking every time she comes up, and the same is true for every time Ye Wuji's answer.
"Master, the Liuxian Temple below..."
"Liuxian Temple was found very early." Ye Wuji said: "During the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, Liuxian Temple was found here. However, at that time it was not a Taoist temple, but just a simple and simple thatched house.
There is a plum tree in front of the thatched hut.”
"Later, the thatched house collapsed and was built again. Later, the thatched house became a wooden house, and the wooden house became a wooden house again."
"Who repaired it?"
Ye Wuji smiled slightly, but still no answer.
"Master, who are you?"
"I am Daoming."
"Whose destiny?"
"The Taoist destiny of the Taoist ancestor."
"Master, where are you from?"
"I came from the Taoist destiny."
Zhuo Tongtong couldn't understand, and he also knew that some things were not suitable for further investigation.
He and Ye Wuji sat opposite each other for a long time, watching him meditate intently until the setting sun outlined the sacred golden color of the Zhongnan Mountains. Zhuo Tongtong stood up, looked at the huge rocks, and looked at the quiet courtyard at the foot of the mountain.
He looked at the flower town not far away. Night was approaching, the hot summer during the day gradually dissipated, and there was a joyful hustle and bustle there.
Chapter completed!