My cubs are blown away by the wind

Chapter 50

Cang He said, "Is that Ye Hua the reporter who went to pick golden dandelions?"

pick?

Dijun frowned slightly, and his eyes fell on the tired general, as if looking at and searching for something.

The admiral's eyes are accepting some consideration, and he always feels like being called by a respected instructor during the class, with nervousness and discomfort, only expecting this consideration to pass quickly, and thinking that during this period of consideration he should be Express yourself.

He always felt that he should say something...

The admiral pursed his lips, and opened his mouth on his own initiative, but he seemed a bit stuttering because what he said were all his own nonsense thoughts.

"I...I was thinking, Your Majesty is...so special to that reporter, and you took him to your...your bedroom...let him sleep on your bed...and personally received his two sons... "

Speaking of his son, Admiral Canghe's face was a bit strange. The reporter looked very young, about his age, but he didn't expect to be the father of two sons, or that person's father... It's really true if you don't check this matter. I can't believe it... Besides, their relationship seems to have just been made public, and now the entire interstellar network is occupied by the three of them.

Putting away his strange expression, Cang He continued to speak, thinking about that weird thing for a while, but he squeezed out the uneasiness in his heart, and he spoke much more smoothly.

"You are so special to him because he picked the golden dandelions for you and healed you while you were sleeping, right?"

Otherwise, as an emperor, he would not even see Emperor Qin Su who came to the door, and even Emperor Qin Su would not be allowed to enter this imperial palace, so why would he meet a small reporter?He also let the little reporter in and even spent the night here.

Only...with this kind of relationship...Being grateful, that's why I treated him so special...I met him, let him receive him in person, and let him agree to the reporter's interview, all because of the reporter's kindness to you.

And he knew that Your Majesty was special to that reporter, yet he lost his composure in front of that person, frightened him, and even despised his timidity from the bottom of his heart...

That reporter is kind to you, that is your benefactor, he is so rude to your benefactor, no wonder you are so angry...

Canghe looked guilty, and lowered his head as if he knew he was wrong, the dandelion at the end of his eyes looked downcast.

Dijun frowned slightly, looking at the general, a strange ripple appeared in his dark pupils: "That's what you think."

Golden dandelion cures sleep...

The little reporter who came back from picking golden dandelions...is a benefactor...

Lin Yi never told this person that the original Ye Hua was dead...nor did he tell him what the avatar of the little reporter looked like...

The emperor sitting in the upper position understood after a little thought. Although he didn't mean to let the two of them hide Canghe, it must be that Canghe's hatred of mutants made Lin Yi and Lin Yu feel jealous, so they chose to hide it .

And this man...

Dijun got up, walked in front of the general, stared at the dandelion at the end of Canghe's eyes, frowning tightly, he raised his hand to stroke the hanging dandelion, the dandelion seemed to feel the touch, slightly trembling, but never raised.

The emperor looked at the dandelion thoughtfully.

This person can't feel the relationship with that little reporter...

The general staggered slightly, blocked the emperor's sight with his side face, and caressed the dandelion that the empire had touched with his hand uncontrollably.

The strangeness that had always existed in my heart resurfaced again.

Is Dijun looking at him at this moment, or is he looking at this dandelion again?

He had experienced a forest fire when he was young, and this dandelion was the one that floated to the end of his eyes, stuck to his broken flesh, and became one with him.

At that time, he was rescued by Dijun from the sea of ​​fire, but he was lifeless when he got out of the sea of ​​fire. It was Dijun who saved him with the power of his body. People absorb it, but this dandelion acts as a medium to absorb power, thus saving his life, but at the same time, this dandelion will live with him and become a part of him. To hurt a dandelion is to hurt himself, to make him Make this dandelion your own.

He always remembers this sentence, this dandelion is a part of himself.

Although, he hates this part that is different from human beings, it has brought him too many strange eyes and comments from others...

He also thought about taking out this dandelion, but every time he thought about it and touched it, he would feel sensations all over his body. He pulled the dandelion as if he was pulling his own flesh and blood.

Over time, he finally admitted that the dandelion had indeed merged with him, and touching it was moving his own words.

Originally, he had already accepted it, but when Dijun woke up, every time he looked at Dandelion, it seemed that he was looking at another non-existent person or creature...

This look often makes him feel that he and Dandelion should be separate, not one...

He remembered, in the fire, when he was dying, when the dandelion seeds fell into his flesh and blood.

At that time, his consciousness was already blurred, but he was awakened by the pain at the end of his eyes for a moment, but his body could not move or make a sound. He remembered clearly that he was lying in the jungle like a corpse, surrounded by fire, Originally, there should be only the sound of "Zi Zi" as the fire burns everything, but he suddenly heard the immature voice of a little baby.

That voice was crying, crying for pain...crying for heat...

It seemed to be trapped in the fire just like him, but it was still struggling, and he didn't have any strength to struggle...

He rolled his eyes, trying to search for such a baby in the jungle, after all, the voice was very close... so close that it seemed to be right next to him.

But nothing was found. When the corner of the eye reached the end of the eye, I saw a black figure writhing... as if he was struggling, and the end of his eye hurt a little every time he moved...

The admiral touched the dandelion, his eyes darkened slightly.

When he woke up again, the voice had disappeared... At the same time, a small bud appeared at the end of his eye.

For so many years, he has always thought that it was a hallucination when he was dying. At this moment, after receiving Dijun's eyes again and again, a strange thought came to the general's mind—is it an illusion? , is real... The subject of the sound is the dandelion at the end of his eyes?

Dijun's eyes are actually looking at this dandelion through him?

The admiral curled up his knuckles, and once this idea came up, he couldn't control it. He thought of the unbelievable dreams he had been having for so many years.

In the dream, there was a dandelion with only three seeds on its head. One day, a gust of wind blew and took away one of them...then another day, another gust of wind blew and the other two flew away.

As soon as the flying scene turned, it turned to one of the seeds. He saw that the seed was shaken by the wind, and finally landed lightly under a big tree. It lay there like a seed. Like dust, it melted into the soil, remained motionless, day and night...I don't know how long it took until one day, the flames blazed in the sky, a fire broke out around the seed, and the fire burned its outer coat, and it twisted. Struggling and struggling to escape... Finally got into a warm water hole with the smell of blood...

After getting in, the scene turned, and it turned to him lying on the ground in the jungle, burned by fire, with blood dripping from the end of his eyes...

Every time he dreams of this place, he wakes up with a start...

Canghe clenched his knuckles fiercely, he always thought this was a rather absurd and fantastic nightmare he had, but thinking about it now, it felt inexplicably real...

Canghe looked at Dijun, wanting to look for that look again, but Dijun had already withdrawn his gaze at this moment, he seemed to feel regretful and relaxed: "Forget it, it's good to think so for the time being."

"Clam?" Think so?

Canghe's face is weird... Can he still judge this matter...

Or is it true that this is not the case, but Dijun thinks it is enough for him to know this?

Canghe's eyes flickered slightly, and he heard Dijun's voice floating over, with a hint of correction.

"But there are a few things I need to correct you."

Canghe looked at Dijun, who said, "The golden dandelion is found, but it just makes me want to wake up, not cure my deep sleep."

want to?

A golden dandelion can make Dijun want to wake up, it's as if the dandelion is a person...

Cang He was stunned, the baby's voice he heard was not the same as that of a human...

But how is it possible, how can a dandelion be like a human being, he has a dandelion at the end of his eyes, and this dandelion is only a part of his body, it is impossible to have conscious wisdom, let alone become a human being.

The mutants back then were never like this, not to mention that there have never been plant mutants in the interstellar world...

What Dijun said might be that the golden dandelion is precious, and he thought about it in his heart, so he wanted to wake up and find it.

But, where is the golden dandelion now?Was it hidden by the emperor?Moreover, if it wasn't for the deep sleep that was cured by eating the golden dandelion, then how did your lord...

As if understanding Canghe's confusion, Dijun said aloud: "What really wakes me up is the return of the power in my body. After all, I lost too much power back then..."

The emperor didn't go on talking, but Canghe suddenly understood what he said, his eyes were dimmed, the loss of power was due to something in the forbidden area...

"That little reporter is indeed my benefactor." Dijun seemed to be lingering when he read the word "little reporter": "But I treat him like this, not because he is a benefactor."

"Huh?" Canghe withdrew his disordered thoughts and looked at the emperor in doubt.

Treating him like this is not because he is a benefactor, so why?

The cold-faced Dijun turned his face, his expression was gentle, his eyes were like waves, with tenderness, this tenderness made the upper eyebrows seem to have affection, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and a trace of love appeared on his cold face. Warmth, this kind of warmth is like an ice cave that has been melted by the sun for thousands of years, with the vividness of everything when it wakes up: "It's because I like him."

"Huh?!" Huanxi... The admiral's eyes widened in astonishment, the dandelions at the end of his eyes were wide open, but they were also full of shock like his eyes.

Who is happy?Who rejoices?Who is happy with whom?

It was as if the admiral's mind had been bombed, and all his thoughts drifted away, leaving only a blank space. This blank space slowed down for a long time before a few phrases emerged—dijun, reporter, joy.

After several combinations, they finally pieced together a sentence - Dijun is happy with the reporter.

"Uh..." The general looked at Dijun stiffly.

How many times has the emperor in front of you met that reporter?What does he like about that reporter...

The reporter looks ordinary, except that his temper is better, his person is softer and cute, his smile is sweeter, his eyes are clearer, and his timidity makes people want to protect him...

Thinking about it, the young general felt that it was not so hard to accept that Dijun liked that reporter... He was indeed a bit pleasing... except for that ordinary appearance...

He shouldn't look like that.

The general suddenly felt that he was a demon.

The author says:

Thank you 355 digital gentleman, mines that are not sour with lemons, okay?