I stood alone in the wheat mill under the scorching sun. The surroundings were quiet, and even the sound of cicadas disappeared, as if I was the only one left in this empty world. I scrutinized the ground beneath my feet, as if I wanted to find something out of it. A rich sweet smell wafted through the air. I followed the aroma and looked up, and the familiar old locust trees swayed in the treetops, as if to greet me and call to me. I slowly approached it and stroked its waist. The old locust tree shook violently, and the rain spread out like a flock of colorful butterflies. Flowers surrounded me, lining up like lovers after a long absence, kissing my lips one by one.

"Husband, wake up! Look at your drooling water, the pillow towel is soaking wet! My wife woke me up screaming. It's really irritating that a rare dream about flowers was ruthlessly destroyed by her like this!

"The sky hasn't fallen, as for that!" I muttered angrily.

It's been a few days since my daughter left, and I don't know where she went. And is that guy named Shiraishi embarrassed her? I don't understand why my daughter is angry with me? I spent several nights thinking about it, and I never slept soundly. People also become trance-like. This time, I finally fell asleep and was woken up by my wife, and I couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

"You're embarrassed to say it. You see you've made the sheets slimy. Why are you sleeping?" The wife grumbled and got up to change the sheets and pillows.

"Huh---" I stood up and walked out of the bedroom with my pillow. Let's sleep in the guest room tonight.

"Hey--" When my wife saw that I was angry, she couldn't help but get angry, and she didn't change the sheets, and just lay down on her half of the bed and continued to sleep.

When I came to the bed in the guest room, I lost my sleepiness and tossed and turned. Why did my daughter ask me if I knew that Shiraishi? Also, why did I get unscathed after I was hit by the white rock with electric light? And then what kind of energy can be sent out to shoot down the white stone? By the way, that Shiraishi actually called me "master"! Am I really a god?

"Hehe-hehe-he-" The laughter was definitely from the heart. Immortal!

I couldn't sleep anyway, so I rolled over and sat up cross-legged, closed my eyes and stared, and pushed my hands out. Although I have tried this many times since my daughter left, the results are all the same--- I haven't even let out a fart in my palm. I don't believe it yet! I must have made a mistake, otherwise why was I able to emit that blue light when I saved my daughter?......

After tossing all night, my back hurts, and when I looked up, I saw my wife standing in front of the door with a shocked face.

"Husband, what are you doing?"

"Uh--I'm exercising." I hurriedly crawled under the bed. Oops! Oh my old waist!

Although it is very bitter, everything is expensive to persevere. For several nights, I slept alone in my room, wondering how I could develop my powers. Neither my wife's "sugar-coated cannonball" nor her "Mighty King Kong Palm" could move me at all. Facing my wife's resentful gaze, I smiled contemptuously, "We are immortals, how can we be controlled by mortals?"

Before I knew it, it was the weekend again. These days, because I was sluggish and always made mistakes at work, I had to work overtime at night. The grievance in my heart! We are immortals, but we still have to do the work of these mortals for firewood, rice, oil and salt. What kind of world is this!

When I entered the house in the dark, I vaguely heard the voices of my wife and son in my son's room, and I didn't bother to pay attention to them, so I went directly into the guest room and lay on the bed, thinking about my daughter who I hadn't seen for a week, and my mood was really bad.

"Dad—you're back." The son walked in with a smirk on his face.

"Go, go, find your mom for something. Your dad and I haven't been feeling well these days. I waved impatiently at my son.

"What's wrong with you? I heard my mom say what are you doing every night this week? You can't be part of a cult, are you?" The son asked directly.

"You know the! What are those cults, can you compare them to me?" I lay on the bed and didn't move.

"By the way, son, do you usually feel that you are different from others? Uh--just--what's the matter..."I looked at my son and suddenly remembered that he was half of the blood of an immortal, and maybe he didn't even notice some superpowers.

"Of course your son and I are different from others, at least he is more handsome than others!" The son looked shameless.

"Get out--" I got angry when I saw my son's lack of tendons. It's really blind to half of the immortal bloodline, it's not good to study, and it's not good to do sports. For him, my wife and I really spent a lot of money.

"Daddy - how can you be so rude to your own son! I heard my mom say you're not feeling well to come to see you. "Spoiling their parents is an innate skill for children, and my son is very good at using this skill.

"Well, you say, apart from being handsome, what else is different about you?" I sat up. Because I really want to know if my son has any superpowers?

"Uh--if you want to say it's different, I think about it, I don't know if it's more beneficial to hold your breath in the water? I can hold my breath for about three minutes at the moment. ”

"Yes! With such a stake, they have all caught up with synchronized swimmers. "I finally heard that my son had a skill that was at stake, and I couldn't help but be happy. Maybe it really has something to do with the fairy bloodline!

"It's good if you're happy." The son looked flattering.

"By the way, Dad, can you accompany me to the hospital tomorrow?" The son's words suddenly changed.

"What are you doing in the hospital? Are you uncomfortable?" I don't think my son looks sick.

"I've been having some insomnia lately, and I'm restless during class. I want to see a psychiatrist. The son frowned.

"Wouldn't it? Didn't you go to your school's counselor and ask him to take a look? I remember that your school had a dedicated counsellor. "When I heard my son's words, I couldn't help but be surprised. If there is a problem with my son's psychology, it will be fine!

"It's not that you don't know the doctor at the school, it's all bluffing, it's just a show, how can it really play any role." The son looked like he was asking for help.

"Then we'll have to check it out. Something is going to happen to you, don't live your parents! Go to sleep, let's go early tomorrow. "At this time, I didn't have the heart to practice anything. My son's business is a top priority for me.

It's just that I never thought that I would be blinded by my beloved son's heart!

I was calculated by my son and his mother.

Facing the middle-aged aunt who pretended to be high-minded and underwhelmed, I relaxed my vigilance for a while and was hypnotized by her. Conclude - I have paranoia, which is psychosis.

I'm crazy! In hindsight, it is understandable that such a conclusion was made. At that time, my reaction was no different from that of a mentally ill person!

The breeze, the rippling blue waves, the head and tail swinging, and the wanton joy, have never had such a pleasant and dripping feeling. With a water plant in his mouth, he lay leisurely on the surface of the water, letting the rising sun bask and the shallow waves peck. Groups of small fish with bright scales swam around me, coming into close contact with me from time to time. What a pleasure! How comfortable!

It turns out that you can still have such a sweet dream in this place that everyone is taboo, and it seems that the effect of the drug is really amazing!

Outside the window, the sun has sunk in the west, and it is drunk and yellow. The patient in the same room seemed to be thinking about it on the wall, muttering to himself. I wonder if he misses his relatives as much as I do?

My daughter, and my hateful wife and son, I wonder what they're doing.

"This fellow Daoist is really a blessing!" The patient smiled at me when he woke up.

"Uh---" I have a black line. Is he greeting me? The world of the mentally ill is really not something that ordinary people can understand. Why aren't you a "comrade"? I can only look at him sympathetically.

"What, you think I'm abnormal? Don't you recognize me?" The patient looks kind, but his mouth is full of nonsense.

"I recognize you? Which green onion are you?" I couldn't help but feel funny in my heart, but it was not easy to show it on my face, and I couldn't help but hold back a stomach injury.

"Huangquan walked and landed into a living person. That's it, that's it, it's okay if you don't recognize it. The patient's sleeves waved, and he looked like a fairy.

"Poof--" I couldn't hold back my breath and squirted out. It's really fun to be with neuropathy!

"Hmph - it's really a bowl of Meng Po soup, and the gods have become pigs." The patient rolled his eyes in dissatisfaction.

"Hi - you're a psychopath. What do you mean? You're the pig. Your whole family is pigs. Although his mouth was full of sourness, I could still understand the swearing.

"Y-you--, you don't know what to do. Do you know how long I've been here to wait for you? I thought that you could grow a little bit after a lifetime of experience, but I didn't expect it to be this face. Pathetic, pathetic! "The patient looks like a long sigh, and he really looks like a fortune-telling monk in the temple.

"You're a psychopath...... Alas--how I got into a nervous scheming. "I was a little discouraged by this fight.

"You--hmph--you deserve to be locked in." The patient glared at me fiercely.

What kind of business is this? However, it is really scary for the patient to stare at him. I endure. If I really fight, my small body may not be able to beat this guy. When the time comes, he will be injured all over his body, and it will be a shame to say it.

"Poor - Xiaoli, how long will you suffer!" The patient turned around and chattered.

The word "Xiaoli" floated into my ears and immediately surprised me, and I rolled out of bed carelessly.

"Do you know Xiaoli?" I don't care about leg pain and back pain.

"What--shouldn't I be a psycho now?" The patient slipped off the bed and walked in front of me.

"Dao Chief--Oh no--- Daxian, tell me what happened to my daughter Xiaoli?" I hugged my patient's thigh.

"Go, go, let go!" The patient took me to a three-foot-high jump as if I had been stung by a bee.

"If you don't tell me about Xiaoli, I will never let go." I was determined to get some information about my daughter out of this guy's mouth. I worry about my daughter every day. If it goes on like this, my daughter's face has not yet been seen, and I have to die first.

"You let go first. If you let go, I'll tell you about Xiaoli. "The patient was trembling when I hugged him.

"You say it first, if you don't say it, I won't let go." I don't see a rabbit or a hawk.

"You, you--I didn't expect it--you're a blue-eyed monster with no one in your eyes, and you're a scoundrel." Looks like this guy is a bit of a cleanliness fetish!

"You're the monster, say it quickly, or I'll hold you to the ground." Who wouldn't be a scoundrel.

"Okay, I say, I say. Can you loosen it up a bit. You're holding it so tightly that I can't breathe. "I've seen a lot of red-faced guys, but I've never seen such a red face.

"I didn't hug your neck again. Okay, I'll loosen it up a bit. Say it quickly. "I saw that the patient looked like he was going to die, and quickly loosened his arm.

"Your daughter is leaving her, and she has suffered a lot for the trouble you caused back then!" The patient's tone of Xianglin's sister-in-law made my hairs stand on end.

"From the beginning. What did I do? Why do I have to bear my daughter's troubles? "I vaguely guessed that maybe I had done something bad in my previous life that caused my daughter.