Hua Sheng's idea is a bit off track. After all, it was not the first day that Chang'an was similar to beheading the moon. Although she wanted to say that if she looked sideways, it was really a reduced version of beheading the moon.

But if you look at the face, it may also be because it grows up and opens up, so it doesn't look like it.

Chang'an still has the shadow of her and the river, especially her eyes, which are very similar to the river. It was not obvious when she was a child, but she grew up overnight. After all, it was her and the river's children. How could it be that she was not like the river at all?

In Huasheng's eyes, looking at Chang'an quietly sitting in front of the door, looking up at the stars, that small eyes really don't look like a child.

"Chang'an."

Hua Sheng gave a gentle cry, and then sat down directly beside the child. At this time, she was not like a mother. Hua Sheng's mood was more like a friend than a friend he had seen for many years.

Even the tone of Huasheng is different from the usual tone. There is no usual whisper. Instead, it is a feeling of peers calling for friends.

"Mother, are you up? Have you had a good rest? I'll put joy in a place full of aura. You don't have to worry about it. "

"I removed the illusion of the sky. What we see now is the sky outside. We live under the same sky, the same sun, the same moon, and the same starry sky, just like people outside."

"It turns out that there are so many stars in the sky outside. I haven't had a good look at them all the time."

"Mother, do you say that if I die, I will become a star and stay in the sky? Guard the people you want to protect? "

Chang'an turned his head and looked at his mother sitting beside him. His eyes were full of admiration and dependence. The seriousness just disappeared.

It seems that seeing Huasheng is the best thing in the world.

Indeed, the existence of a mother is really the greatest.

It's also the most reassuring. No matter how far you float, no matter what you become, when you turn around and see your mother around, the satisfaction is beyond description.

Home is where there is a mother.

Chang'an's every word is like a parting. His eyes are looking at Huasheng, as if he could not see enough.

"What are you talking about? You're not going to die. You're not big. What do you want to do with that? "

"How can you become a 10-year-old child overnight and start to have trouble?"

"Don't think about it. You are still young. You have a lot of time to grow up well in the future. The future of the world also needs you to draw a picture. Everyone can't be less. You are the same. Nothing special."

"You are just more powerful than ordinary children. In the eyes of mother, you are my precious son, and there is no difference."

Hua Sheng raised his hand and rubbed Chang'an's head with a little doting in his eyes. She was shocked by Chang'an's words, but she didn't show it. She didn't know what made Chang'an suddenly think of this idea. However, Huasheng couldn't let Chang'an think about those things all day long

What's more, Hua Sheng is also true. In her eyes, Chang'an is just a child.

But it can't be denied that before that, Huasheng's ideas were somewhat different. It was also at the time when he woke up from the "seventy-two illusion". Even if he had some psychological preparation for Chang'an's ability, it was only because of years of experience that he had prepared for it