Golden Greenery

Kou Kou stubbornly believes that bathing Zhuo Yang is her privilege alone, and no one else is allowed to get involved.

Now Zhuo Yang is no longer the way he was wrapped up as a mummy at London Bridge Hospital just after the accident. With the recovery of his spontaneous breathing and heartbeat, he became more and more like a sleeping baby.

Peeling off the heavy bandages, Zhuo Yang emerged from the cocoon, experiencing rebirth.

The knife wounds left by him after being severely injured have long condensed into scars, and now these scars are gradually fading away miraculously, some have disappeared, and the original wounds are as smooth as baby’s skin.

After peeling the shell and pulling out the tube, Zhuo Yang can be turned over, and he can also take a shower.

Whenever it comes to the sacred moment of taking a bath, Kou Kou becomes a domineering heroine. Others can help Zhuo Yang stand up, but use a warm water towel to wipe Zhuo Yang a little bit. No one can think about it except herself.

Taking a bath for him naked, Kou Kou showed the brilliance of a pious saint, this is a holy picture, no one will feel ridiculous or insignificant.

His body made her love him, and his mouth, eyes, ears and nose made her want to kiss.

After taking a shower and wiping him clean, Kou Kou began to massage his muscles. This is still her favorite. Although it is a laborious physical task for her, Kou Kou still does not let anyone interfere.

Kou Kou is familiar with Zhuo Yang’s body, because he hasn’t exercised or even moved for a long time, his originally strong muscles have become loose, and she wants to make him strong again.

Kou Kou now has that strange dream almost every night. He can’t see anything in the dream, only fire, a blazing fire. She didn’t know whether fire represented light or evil, hope or destruction.

But no matter what it was, she was no longer afraid, because Zhuo Yang’s situation had obviously improved and she knew that he was trying to find a way back.

Every day, Kou Kou talked to Zhuo Yang’s ear and played him the music that both of them liked, the music he composed for her. Kou Kou didn’t know if Zhuo Yang could hear him, but she was trying to help him find his way home.

Brother Zhuo Yang, I will conquer darkness and evil together with you. We will be together forever in this life, the next life, and the past life.

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At the bottom of Zhongnan Mountain, nearly two kilometers away from Zhuojia Shuixie Courtyard, we have reached the ring road. This was originally a barren undulating slope, but now it has become a sea of ​​flowers. The colorful flowers are densely packed, blooming towards the small courtyard in the distance.

It started from the beginning of spring, and there was no call for it, and no organization. At first, a young man named Chen Jingxi and his girlfriend Lin Jiajia came here from Zhejiang with two potted flowers and planted them by hand.

They couldn’t get into the courtyard, so they planted flowers here, and then they bought many flowers to pray for Zhuo Yang.

So soon countless flowers gathered here from all over the country, every day, and they have been constantly replenished. Everyone who came said that the flowers here should always bloom and never fade.

The boys organized spontaneously, and after buying 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. We want to play football to him.

Those literary and artistic youths who don’t know how to play football pick up the musical instruments they are good at or not so good at, and 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 seems that everyone is no longer sad, everyone is full of hope, and they use Zhuo Yang’s favorite way to express their blessings.

Flowers, football, music, the originally barren bumpy slopes have become beautiful and joyful towns. Sister Zhuo Qiuqiu came to the town and said to the people here: Thank you, Zhuo Yang must like it very much.

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His father Zhuo Tongtong walked into the mountain again from Yukou. After stopping for a while at the gate of Liuxianguan, he climbed to the top of Wusheng Mountain and climbed onto the huge square rock platform on the top of the mountain.

Taoist Ye Wuji meditated on it.

Ye Wuji is a lot older. He was in his forties and now looks as old as 70.

In the seven months since Zhuo Yang returned to the bottom of Zhongnan Mountain, Zhuo Tongtong has been here many times. He didn’t know what Ye Wuji was doing, but he had no doubt about what Ye Wuji said. Because it turns out that it was correct to bring Zhuo Yang back, he is miraculously recovering.

When at London Bridge Hospital, no one dared to hope that Zhuo Yang would be like this. However, after such a miracle happened, is there anyone who loves Zhuo Yang so much that he is only willing to do this now.

Zhuo Tongtong sat cross-legged across from Ye Wuji.

“Daoist, when he gave Zhuo Yang a bath today, he fart.”

Ye Wuji’s withered face gradually spread a childlike smile.

“Okay, good. Great! Because of the yin and yang qi, all qi turns into essence, essence turns into god, and **** turns bright. When you ventilate up and down, you can condense the essence, essence as the source of life, and qi as life. The foundation.”

“Daoist, did you mean that Zhuo Yang is waking up soon?”

Ye Wuji was silent for a long time.

“I do not know.”

“Will he wake up?” Zhuo Tongtong asked again.

Ye Wuji raised his head and looked at the sky without answering.

This question and answer have happened many times, and Zhuo Tongtong couldn’t help asking it every time he came up, and it was the same every time Ye Wuji answered.

“Daoist, the view of Liuxian below…”

“Liuxian Temple existed very early.” Ye Wuji said: “During the Datang Zhenguan period, there was Liuxian Temple here. However, at that time it was not a Taoist temple, but a simple and simple thatched cottage. There is a plum tree in front of the thatched cottage.”

“Later the thatched hut fell down and was repaired again. Then again and again, the thatched hut became a wooden house, and the wooden house became a wooden building.”

“Who repaired it?”

Ye Wuji smiled slightly, but still did not answer.

“Dao Master, who are you at UU reading www.ukanshu.com?”

“I am the fate.”

“Whose fate?”

“The fate of Daozu.”

“Master, where are you from?”

“I came from Dao Fate.”

Zhuo Tongtong couldn’t understand, he also knew that some things were not suitable for further questioning.

He sat with Ye Wuji for a long time, watching him meditate intently until the sunset outlined the sacred gold of the Zhongnan Mountains. Zhuo Tongtong stood up and looked on the boulder and the quiet courtyard at the foot of the mountain.

He looked at the flower town not far away. The night was approaching, and the scorching heat of the day gradually dissipated, and the joyous noise began again there.

He looked at the distant city, the wild world all around, the vast sky above his head, and the mysterious and profound universe beyond the sky.