God will not grow old. If one day it will grow white hair and wrinkles, it will only be their bad taste.
The reason why God, who has lived for countless years, chose God Hidden is nothing more than that his life is boring and he wants to live a different way.
Maybe today is an old man and an old lady who is dependent on each other in ordinary villages. Tomorrow, I will occupy the mountain and become a bandit. The day after tomorrow, I may also play a role, selling my body to bury my "father" and burying my "mother" at the market...
You don’t need to guess God’s thoughts, especially Gods who can’t even remember how many years you have lived. It’s not that you can’t guess, but that it’s unnecessary. Such gods hide in the world and have long reached the state of no desire or thought.
When you are in a good mood, people will be happy to play with you; usually, even if there is a big upset outside, you will not be able to get involved in any part.
Some time ago, Bai Feng was "destroyed to ashes" and the news of Qingqiu's change of ownership was rumored. It was not obvious that the two people in front of him came to Qingqiu to express the pain of "lost their son".
Although Bai Chu was a little curious about his parents whom he had never seen before, he was somewhat in a rift in his heart.
At the same table, Van Gogh called "father-in-law" and "mother-in-law" so I didn't know how friendly it was, as if I had known each other for many years. Bai Chu looked at the three of them coldly and couldn't raise any interest.
"What's wrong with my daughter? The food is not to the taste?" The old woman asked this while picking up some of each dish on the table and putting it into Bai Chu's bowl. "It'll be to the taste a few more times."
"..." Bai Chu looked at the bowl that was piled up in an instant and frowned.
The old man on the side served her a bowl of soup, "Daughter, you elope, how can you continue to run away if you don't eat enough?"
This made Van Gogh choke.
"Elop?" Bai Chu stared at the old man with wide eyes.
The old man smiled slightly, "Both of them are covered with the wounds of heaven. If you don't take good care of yourself at home, you will come around in the world, and you will not elope, what's the point?"
Bai Chu's eyes were terrified.
She and Van Gogh had never told anyone about the injuries on their bodies since they came in, but the old man had long seen them.
A crisp sound came from my ears, and my eyes glanced down, and I saw my old and thin fingers tapping the table one by one.
With one sound, the rhythm was clear. Bai Chu looked up along the finger. The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and the wrinkles beside him were folded together, which made the eyes look sharp and deep and deep: "You don't eat the food you picked up for you?"
The voice was still filled with a smile, still warm and warm, but it sounded inexplicably.
Bai Chu was no stranger to such gestures when he tapped the table with his fingers. She suddenly remembered that if she had caused any trouble in the past, she would make the same gestures when she tried to push the mistake on others in front of her brother.
Bai Chu pursed his lips, picked up the chopsticks unwillingly, picked up the dishes from the bowl and delivered them to his mouth.
"Where is the soup?" The old man's voice smiled slowly.
Bai Chu put down the chopsticks, picked up the bowl of soup angrily and drank it all.
The old man touched her head affectionately, "The daughter is so good."
As the calloused hand stroked the top of her head, a stream of Qingze passed down her divine spirit. The wounds whipped out by the Heavenly Punishment on her back quickly healed, and there was no pain in a flash.
Bai Chu was stunned at first, and then a bright color appeared in his eyes, "For Van Gogh--"
Halfway through the conversation, he bumped into the old man's gaze, and Bai Chu silenced for no reason.
"Daughter, son-in-law is much more advanced than you."
When I turned my head and looked at Van Gogh, there was no pale on my face. I was clear and clear, and I looked free. I didn’t seem to be a serious injury? I had already been recuperating for others at some point.
The frowning eyebrows were slightly relaxed, Bai Chu held his lips, "Thank you."
"Family, why are you polite?" The old woman waved her hand, picked up a fish ball from Bai Chu's bowl and put it in the Van Gogh bowl. The noodles were very enthusiastic, "The last fish ball is here, Xiao Guzi is about to eat it."
...You are really not polite.
Van Gogh, known as "Xiaoguzi", ate fish balls without any disgust. He smiled happily, "Mother-in-law's craftsmanship is really good."
"Is that true? I think so too." The old woman smiled without being modest at all.
Before meeting her parents, Bai Chu had a very beautiful vision of her parents. After meeting the real person, she could only describe it in one sentence:
Mom!
Really destroyed!
The yard was covered with snow, and a few branches that were covered with snow at half of the dining table changed slightly.
The buds under the snow bloom lightly, and bright red appears where the white and green intersect. The wind passes by, and the faint fragrance enters the nose with the wind, making you feel relaxed and happy.
"The plum blossoms are about to bloom." The old man followed Bai Chu's gaze and looked at the plum trees, and turned around, "The plum blossoms are about to bloom. Dad, don't you call me dad?"
What is the relationship between the two?!
Bai Chu looked at the plum branches that were about to bloom, then looked at the old man who was smiling like a spring breeze in front of him, endured it and said two words: "Father God." Then he nodded to the old woman next to him, "Mother Goddess."
He is so well-behaved that he can't be well-behaved!
But the old man was not happy.
The unhappy old man had a deeper smile on the corner of his lips: "Call him dad."
“…”
Bai Chusheng never felt so awkward in his life. His father was his biological father, and his mother was his biological mother. Even though he had never seen him before, she knew clearly that the two people in front of her were her parents.
However, she has never had her parents for more than 100,000 years. The word "father" and "mother" that she would call out at first, and she felt uncomfortable no matter what.
Moreover, there were two faces that were so old that she was shattered...
Bai Chu looked at Van Gogh as if asking for help. Van Goh turned her head earlier than she took the leftover food and bent down to feed the dog...
The old man stared at her and thought for a while, "Didn't he feel anything about this face?"
"So, what about that?"
In a blink of an eye, the sound changed.
Bai Chu, who was about to lower his head and pretend to be distracted, was moved by the sudden pleasant voice of Qing Xun and turned his head to look.
When she saw it, she almost frightened her to fall off the stool. A surprised voice blurted out: "Brother?!"
Before the smile on the opposite side was halfway through, the hand that stretched out from the side twisted his ears and said, "What are you messing around!"
"Bai Sheng" begged for mercy with a painful look on his face, "Don't I want my daughter to think I look closer and more familiar!"
The old woman stopped her hand and looked at Bai Chu, "A Chu, your father is such a naughty temperament. Don't pay attention to him when he goes crazy."
After the words came, the old woman no longer looked like she was. Her wrinkles were no longer there, her skin was as smooth as agar, her hair was like ink and her eyebrows like black hair, her lips like vermilion, and her body was exquisite.
This is a stunning face, with five or sixty-sixth-similar face similar to Bai Chu.
Looking at the side of "Bai Sheng" again, he changed his face in an instant.
People are more beautiful and flawless than flowers. A face that is carved out like a delicate carving makes people unable to look away with their eyes at just one glance. The ink eyes are deep, and a pair of sword eyebrows are flying slanted into their temples. The nose is like a hanging gallbladder, and the thin lips are like red.
The eyes were smiling at the ends of the raised eyes, and the corners of the mouth were slightly raised, as if the world had become gorgeous.
The sound of the voice is mellow, Qing and Wen Xun, with a slight low micromagnetism, it seems to be a sweet wine hidden for tens of thousands of years, floating in the air, intoxicating in an instant:
"Achu, call me dad and listen."
The eight words of this sentence quickly penetrated into Bai Chu's ears. Bai Chu looked at the delicate face in front of him, and a layer of blush quickly appeared on his face, and suddenly became hot and burned.
She was stunned for a moment and realized that the person in front of her was her own father rather than a brother, she hurriedly covered her face with her hands.
It's so hot, even the ears are hot.
She was definitely not confused by her father's beauty! She was definitely not!
He felt panic in his heart, and Bai Chu swallowed his saliva. He secretly glanced at Van Gogh. Van Gogh was still playing with her, but he didn't notice something wrong with her. Bai Chu breathed a light sigh.
He turned his head, his father squinted his eyes and looked at her and smiled, with his expression very meaningful.
Shenze gently moved around the sky in his body for a while, Bai Chumo calmed down and calmed down: "Can you... change your appearance?"
My father nodded very understandingly: "No."
“…”
Bai Chu finally understood the very depressed expression on her nephew's face every time she called her "Auntie".
In front of a face that looked about the same age as her biological brother, she asked her to call her father - what, what, do, get it?!
Tens of thousands of divine beasts whizzed through their hearts...
It was a big mess, Bai Chu endured it again and again, and a smile came out from the corner of his mouth: "Dad."
"Good daughter."
My father touched her head kindly again. He was no longer a thin old man's hand, his five fingers were slender and his skin was as bright as jade. He gently stroked the top of her head, and then his big palm messed up her hair...
Kaitian chopped the ground!
My brother's little habit of messing with her hair turned out to be hereditary!!!
After calling "Dad" and calling "Mother" again, it is obviously not as uncomfortable as calling "Dad" before.
Interest is contaminated by the relationship between Kamize. The red plums in this courtyard bloomed very quickly. They were still buds before, and they bloomed in full bloom in the blink of an eye.
The red color opens on the snow, and the contrast between red and white makes people feel particularly comfortable.
The air was filled with pleasant fragrance of plum blossoms, accompanied by a slight cold breath in the snow, two noble ancient gods in the world teased Bai Chu and played in the formation like a child, and became an old man and an old lady again happily.
Why become an old man?
Bai Chu's father's official statement is that two people quarreled twenty years ago, and in order to deal with each other, they became like this...
Bai Chu’s mother’s statement is different from her father. She said that her father attracted bees and butterflies twenty years ago. Her mother forced him to look like an old man in anger...
Of course, only the two of them understood the specific reason.
The two of them became old men and empress dowagers again, and they should have looked old and weak, instructed Bai Chufango to move tables, wash dishes, and buy vegetables...
I'm not familiar with it yet!!!
Bai Chu was angrily carrying the vegetable basket and going out with Van Gogh. As soon as he turned a street, he saw a familiar figure slipping over from the corner of the street.