Chapter 2712

Kou Kou stubbornly believes that it is her privilege to give Zhuo Yang a bath, and no one else is allowed to touch her.

Now Zhuo Yang is not the mummy he was wrapped up in London Bridge Hospital after the accident. With the recovery of spontaneous breathing and heartbeat, he is more and more like a sleeping baby.

Peeling off the heavy bandage, Zhuo Yang came out of the cocoon and was experiencing rebirth.

The wounds left by him after he was severely injured have already condensed into scars. Now these scars are gradually fading away. Some of them have disappeared. The original wounds are smooth like baby's skin.

If you peel the shell and pull out the pipe, you can turn over Zhuo Yang and take a bath.

When it comes to the sacred moment of bathing, Kou Kou becomes a domineering woman. Other people can help Zhuo Yang turn over, but she can wipe Zhuo Yang with warm water towel. No one but herself can wipe Zhuo Yang.

Give him a bath without clothes, Kou Kou presents a pious saint's glory, this is a holy picture, no one will feel ridiculous or obscene.

His body let her love, his mouth, eyes, ears and nose, let her always want to kiss.

After taking a bath and wiping him clean, Kou Kou began to massage his muscles, which was still her favorite. Although it was a rather strenuous physical work for her, she still refused to let anyone interfere.

Kou Kou is familiar with Zhuo Yang's body. Because he has not exercised or even moved for a long time, his originally strong and strong muscles have become loose. She wants to make him strong again.

Kou Kou now almost every night will have that strange dream, in the dream nothing can see clearly, only fire, a burning fire. She did not know whether fire represented light or evil, hope or destruction.

But whatever it was, she was no longer afraid, because Zhuo Yang's situation was obviously better, and she knew that he was trying to find his way back.

Every day, Kou Kou would lie in Zhuo Yang's ear to talk to him and play him the music that they both liked, the music he created for her. Kou Kou doesn't know if Zhuo Yang can hear, but she is trying to help him find his way home.

Brother Zhuo Yang, I will fight against darkness and evil with you. We will always be together in this life, in the afterlife, in the past and in the past.

at the foot of Zhongnan mountain, nearly two kilometers away from Zhuojia waterside courtyard, it is near the mountain highway. It used to be a barren rolling slope, but now it has become an ocean of flowers. The colorful flowers are blooming towards the distant courtyard.

It started from the beginning of spring. No one called for it or organized it. At first, a teenager named Chen Jingxi and his girlfriend Lin Jiajia came here from Zhejiang Province with two pots of flowers and planted them by themselves.

They could not get into the courtyard, so they planted flowers here, and then bought a lot of flowers to pray for Zhuo Yang.

So, soon, countless flowers from all over the country gathered here, every day, has been constantly replenishing in. Everyone here said that we should keep the flowers blooming and never wither.

The boys organized themselves, bought tools, leveled out a few small fields here, and then they played football on them. They said that Zhuo Yang is not only the captain of the national team, but also the captain of each of us. We will play football for him.

Those young literary and artistic youths who can't play football will pick up the instruments they are good at or not good at, and form a band here to play Zhuo Yang's music or their own music.

They said, Zhuo Yang is also our captain, music captain.

As if everyone is no longer sad, everyone is full of hope, they use Zhuo Yang's favorite way to express their blessing.

Flowers, football, music, the original barren rough slope, into a beautiful and happy town. Sister Zhuo autumn came to the town, said to the people here: Thank you, Zhuo Yang must like it very much.

his father Zhuo Tongtong walked into the mountain again from yukou, stopped at the gate of Liuxian temple for a moment, and then climbed to the top of wusheng mountain and the huge square rock platform on the top of the mountain.

Taoist Ye Wuji meditates on it.

Ye Wuji is much older. He used to be in his 40s. Now he looks as old as seventy.

In the seven months since Zhuo Yang returned to Zhongnan mountain, Zhuo Tongtong has come many times. He doesn't know what ye Wuji is doing, but he believes Ye Wuji's words. Because it turns out that bringing Zhuo Yang back is right and he is recovering miraculously.

When he was at London Bridge Hospital, no one dared to hope that Zhuoyang would be like this. However, after such a miracle, people who love Zhuo Yang deeply, and no one is only willing to do so now.

Zhuo Tongtong sits cross legged in front of Ye Wuji.

"Taoist priest, when he gave Zhuo Yang a bath today, he farted."

Ye Wuji's withered face gradually spread a childlike innocent smile.

"Good, good. Excellent! Based on the Qi of yin and Yang, the Qi turns into essence, the essence turns into God, and the spirit turns into Ming. When you breathe up and down, you can condense yuan essence, which is the source of life and Qi is the foundation of life. ""Taoist priest, do you mean Zhuo Yang is waking up soon?"

Ye Wuji was silent for a long time.

"I don't know."

"Will he wake up?" Zhuo Tongtong asked again.

Ye Wuji looked up at the sky and didn't answer.

This question and answer has happened many times. Zhuo Tongtong can't help asking again every time he comes up, and the same is true of Ye Wuji's answer every time.

"Taoist priest, the immortal Temple below..."

"Liuxian temple, a long time ago." Ye Wuji said: "during the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, there was Liuxian temple here. However, at that time, it was not a Taoist temple, but a simple hut with a plum tree in front of it. "

"Then the hut fell down and was built again. Then again and again, the thatched cottage became a wooden house, and the wooden house became a wooden building. "

"Who did it?"

Ye Wuji smiles and still doesn't answer.

"Taoist priest, who are you?"

"I am destiny."

"Whose fate?"

"The destiny of Daozu."

"Taoist priest, where are you from?"

"I came from Tao."

Zhuo Tongtong can't understand. He also knows that some things are not suitable for further questioning.

He and ye Wuji sat opposite each other for a long time, watching him meditate until the sunset outlined the sacred gold of Zhongnan mountains. Zhuo Tongtong stands up and looks at the big stone and the quiet courtyard at the foot of the mountain.

He looked at the flower town not far away. The night was coming, the heat of the day was fading away, and there was the noise of joy again.

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