It was obviously her idea to come to the mortal world to recover from her injuries, but looking at Van Gogh's appearance, she seemed to have predicted everything. She arranged everything by some devil, as if everything was planned.
Just as Bai Chu guessed, Van Gogh's mother did practice with the samsara of reincarnation.
It's also reincarnation.
In the Ming Dynasty, the soul was cultivated, Bai Chen was cultivated, and Qing Yao was cultivated. Bai Chu was still able to accept the first two, but the latter was very strange no matter how you look at it, and you couldn't understand it at all.
When God takes good care of himself, he abandons his husband and son to become a mortal. How come people in the demon world are stranger than the other?
It was late at night and the snow was cold. It was not advisable to stand outside the house for a long time, so the group entered the house.
The room was not big, and the charcoal torched it very warm.
Qing Yao, who knew Bai Chu's identity, had a strange expression since he entered the door. He stared at Bai Chu for a long time before he turned his eyes to Van Gogh: "Where are you hurt?"
Van Gogh responded to her with a hippie smile, "I'm teasing you, I'm not hurt."
Qing Yao glanced at him, "Take off my clothes and take them off."
"It's so cold in the winter, and other people's mothers are asking their son about their well-being. You actually have to take off my clothes as soon as you meet?" Van Gogh made a gesture to put his clothes together, and leaned against Bai Chu's, in a very beating tone, "Mom, with a girl here, can't you be more implicit?"
Qing Yao glanced at Bai Chu and pointed at Van Gogh, "Have you seen this kid's body before?"
!!!
As Van Gogh's mother, she said this, which really surprised Bai Chu.
Look... I must have seen it, but... Is this suitable in front of the parents? After all, the two have not been married yet. If she said that she had seen Van Gogh's body at this time, would she not seem reserved, dignified and well-educated? Say she hadn't seen it... Van Gogh must be the first to laugh at her.
Bai Chu covered his lips with his hand and coughed awkwardly. Then, with the momentum of being unable to cover his ears, he reached out and pulled Van Gogh's belt, and pulled his clothes from his shoulder to his waist neatly. He proved with practical actions that she had never seen it before. "The injury is behind you, please see it yourself."
Qingyao narrowed his eyes and then smiled to Bai Chu, "I am worthy of being a girl from the Bai family, I just do things with pleasure." As he said that, he went over to see the wounds on Van Gogh's body.
The whip marks are scattered and the flesh is rolled up. Such injuries are not suitable for bandages after being applied with medicine. The injuries are clear at a glance and shocking.
Qing Yao only glanced at it and then retracted his eyes, "I am a mortal body now. No matter what injuries you have suffered, I can't heal you."
Van Gogh was wearing clothes and laughing, "There was no medicine and I asked me to take it off for you. Are you trying to tossing me on purpose?"
"Heavenly punished you, and no one can punish you like this. Are you punished for someone else?" Qing Yao ignored the smile on his face and looked at Bai Chu, his eyes turned slightly cold, "Did you bear it for you?"
Bai Chu felt a sudden gaze in his heart.
Somehow, I felt at a loss for no reason.
She is noble, because she is of the same generation as Bai Qing, and in the three realms, she can still be reckless even in front of the Emperor of Heaven. Bai Qing has been reborn for a long time, so she will naturally be reborn for a long time. In this way, even if she asks Qingyao to greet her before she gets married to Van Gogh, it will not be too much.
Van Gogh was indeed punished for her. She could tell her about it wherever she was, but at this moment, she felt a little guilty.
She couldn't understand where this kind of guilt was. The person in front of her was Van Gogh's mother. After she married Van Gogh, she would definitely follow him to call Qingyao his mother.
Bai Chu nodded carefully, not daring to say a word.
It’s not that she is afraid of saying the wrong thing, nor is she afraid of contradicting her as soon as she says it. But she has never had any idea about the word “parents”. She became a mother, but she just became Bai Chen’s mother. She changed her identity. She had no mother since she was a child and didn’t know how to get along with a mother.
This feeling is very strange, a little...the words are hard to name.
She was not afraid that Qingyao would make things difficult for her after knowing this. As a mortal, Qingyao would not make things difficult for her. But the facts were always unexpected.
Qingyao saw her nodding and narrowed his slightly cold eyes, "Since it's for you, it's easy to do." After the words, the corner of his mouth curled up and smiled, "My yard is small, and there are only two rooms that can sleep with people. The beds are not big. Tonight, you will squeeze in one room. Tomorrow, you will live next door. The next door has a large yard and many rooms. The most important thing is that the people next door can heal their wounds."
This passage has a lot of information.
Bai Chu and Van Gogh never told their relationship until the beginning, but Qing Yao did not shy away from letting them live together?
Go to the next door? It’s the courtyard where the dogs are raised at home next door. The people inside can heal the wounds, which means they can heal the injuries on Van Gogh.
Since the heavenly punishment is a punishment, it will not be so easily cured by magic. How many people can heal the heavenly punishment in the three realms? If the person in the courtyard next door can heal the injuries on Van Gogh, he is definitely not an ordinary mortal.
Because Van Gogh's injuries were for her, the next door would heal him? Will they let them stay?
Bai Chu was confused when he heard this. His brother didn't even treat her own injuries, let alone Van Gogh. Even her own brother was unwilling to help. Who else in this world would have such kindness?
Just as he was about to ask who was living next door, Qingyao had already lifted the curtain in the room and entered a room inside. The sound spread in the air:
"It's late at night, your room is opposite. There will be no one preparing food for you tomorrow. If you want to eat, go to the next door."
Once the door is closed, you can't hear any sound.
"This mother is too irresponsible." Van Gogh seemed to be very accustomed to Qingyao's attitude, and said in a word, as if he was not talking about his mother. He held Bai Chu's hand, lifted the curtain and walked to another bedroom.
In the bedroom, there is a bed filled with various winter and summer bedding, which is obvious to be used for daily use.
No wonder they were asked to squeeze in tonight and live next door tomorrow. It turned out that they couldn't live there at all.
Bai Chu's body was not seriously injured. It would be fine if he didn't lie down and meditate all night, but Van Gogh was different after all. His back was bleeding. If he was seriously injured, he had to lie down and recuperate.
Bai Chu was very upset at the pile of bedding that occupied the bed. He took off the quilt and put it? There was not even a table around him, so he couldn't put it underground, right? How dirty the underground? In the middle of winter, it would be better if someone was dirty and then washed by someone's quilts.
Van Gogh didn't have this concern.
He walked to the bed and pulled off the bedding on the bed a few times. He threw it on the ground without looking at it. He looked like an ignorant child, stepping on the bedding all over the floor without any hesitation.
Bai Chu frowned, "This is not your Jiuyou, no one can help your mother wash the quilt."
Van Gogh looked meaningless, took off his coat and lay on the bed, his voice low, "She can't use these quilts."