The night was deep, Ye Xiaotian was lying on the open-air altar in the ruined temple, looking up at the starry sky, erecting his round belly, as if a toad spirit was swallowing the essence of the sun and the moon.

There was a goose in his stomach, which was already full, but he wanted to eat another goose even more. The white swan that was lofty and wandering under the moonlight and laurel tree. The unfortunate experience of water dance certainly made him sympathetic and indignant, but it aroused his confidence to win the beauty's return.

Ye Xiaotian issued a grand wish to help him prepare his wife and vent his anger: "I must marry her and give birth to a bunch of fat boys with her, and take my wife and children back to her hometown, so as to be ashamed of his grandfather and uncle. Aren't they afraid of embarrassing people? I will let them be embarrassed to grandma's house!"

A low whisper came from the kang. According to custom, Le Yao was pestering her mother to tell her stories to coax her to sleep. This was the only fun in her barren and boring childhood life.

Ye Xiaotian lay on the earthen platform and vaguely heard what Shui Wu was talking about "The Legend of the Evil Journey to the West". This story was written shortly after it was written, but it was already popular. Ye Xiaotian also heard from Mr. Shu when he was in the capital, but he didn't expect it to have spread here.

Gradually, the sound of Shui Wu's storytelling became smaller and smaller, and it was finally impossible to hear it again. Le Yao fell asleep. Shui Wu also fell asleep as he talked. The room suddenly became quiet. Ye Xiaotian looked at the silent night sky with his tired eyes from a corner of the exposed roof.

In the night sky, stars flashed like a pair of gentle and beautiful eyes. Ye Xiaotian looked at the beautiful stars and suddenly thought of Xue Shuiwu's soft eyes. "My wife is so handsome." Ye Xiaotian thought, and fell asleep with a satisfied smile.

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"Long, long, long, longer, longer, longer, stretch me to the sky!" The little loli who got up very early surrounded Ye Xiaotian, who was lying on his back like a toad, as if he was pretending to be Sun Wukong, and was dancing and directing her "golden cudgel"...

Xue Shuiwu rushed over from the stove with a burning butt, blushed and scolded Le Yao: "Go and go, play, don't wake up your brother." After saying that, she glanced at the high-rise part under Ye Xiaotian's clothes with shame and fear, and pulled up the ignorant little loli and escaped.

"I'm teaching my brother a lesson again. Maybe Xiao An has been peeing at the kang again, haha..."

Ye Xiaotian, who was sleeping, vaguely returned to his home, his childhood home. Early in the morning, he was still asleep, and he remembered the voice of my mother teaching Xiao An a lesson. It was a very familiar childhood feeling, even the smell of the rice was exactly the same...

"Food smell?"

Ye Xiaotian sniffed, suddenly opened his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the slightly white sky, and his spiritual sense gradually woke up. Ye Xiaotian turned over and sat up, and saw the water dance burning in the stove: "Ah, why did you get up so early?"

"Are you awake?" Shui Wu looked up at him, then quickly buried her chin in her chest: "Oh, I'm worried that the villagers would see the smoke after dawn, so I got up earlier."

"Brother, you get up, come and play with Yaoyao!" Le Yao rushed over and rode the white dragon horse that only existed in her imagination, very happy.

Seeing her happy look, Ye Xiaotian immediately became happy. There was a gentle and virtuous busy figure in the kitchen, and there was a happy child playing in the broken house. It felt very warm. This was the life Ye Xiaotian wanted.

"I must take them back to the capital safely!" Ye Xiaotian thought happily, jumped down from the altar, as if his whole body was full of strength.

There is a Mr. Fei in the West who believes that there is always a driving force in the depths of a person's heart to drive all his behaviors. This moving person is the original desire of human beings, that is, the nature and desire. As a biological instinct, original desire needs to be satisfied like hunger.

The difference is that the satisfaction of hunger only requires filling your stomach, but satisfying the original desire. Due to the limitations of external morality and other reasons, it does not necessarily mean to expose it through animal instinct. It will transform the original desire into other ways to expose it, such as ambition, curiosity, curiosity, destruction, aggression, etc., and even transform into a source of creation for civilization.

For Ye Xiaotian at this moment, the way he wanted to satisfy his original desire was not simple and crude possession, but through a more tactful and more in line with human civilization - courtship. What he had to do was obviously more complicated and more.

During the morning meal, Ye Xiaotian found that Xue Shuiwu seemed to have not had a good sleep. There was a faint bloodshot in her beautiful almond eyes.

"Is it because he is as handsome as me, and sleeps in the same room with her, that makes this beauty difficult for her to fall asleep?" Ye Xiaotian, who has always felt extremely good, thought complacently, and immediately was full of better longing for the future.

After breakfast, the three of them drained the remaining meat, picked a few banana leaves and wrapped them, put them in a bag with sweet potatoes, and walked through the town to continue westward. It was still too early, and the villagers did not get up so early. The streets in the village were quiet, with morning mist swaying.

In the yard of a family, a fat woman with disheveled hair, crossed her fat waist that could be split into three Xue Shuiwu, and cursed at the neighbor's house separated by a wall: "I don't have a thief, even the big white goose that is laying eggs in my house. I will definitely have no farts and no eyes for giving birth!"

Xue Shuiwu quietly glanced at Ye Xiaotian and hid her head quickly. Even the ignorant Le Yao was a little guilty and held his mother's little hand and ran away. Only Ye Xiaotian's face did not change, his chest was raised and his head was raised, and his steps were as calm as walking in the garden.

When the sun was three o'clock and the farmers were carrying their hoes and going down the field, someone stood on the ridges of the fields, cursing the mulberry and locust, scolding someone for suspected that they had stole their sweet potatoes with smoke, Ye Xiaotian's "family of three" had left the small village far away.

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Ye Xiaotian underestimated the complexity of the roads in Huguang. There are many mountains and rivers here, but unlike so many roads in the north, it is difficult for them to find a safe passage northward among the undulating mountains.

When passing a town, Ye Xiaotian asked the merchants in the city carefully and learned that more than a hundred miles westward, there was a road north among the mountains. At this time, they were far away from Jingzhou and they were bound to be unable to turn back. They had to bite the bullet and go all the way west and continue moving forward.

In Ye Xiaotian's heart, he had already regarded Xue Shuiwu as his own, but he had never found a suitable opportunity to express it to her. Although he was very brave, in the love field, he was just a young man who had just fallen in love.

Although the relationship between Ye Xiaotian and the wife in his mind has not developed further, his relationship with Le Yao's little sister has been a thousand miles a day. In front of Ye Xiaotian, Le Yao also began to call himself a baby like in front of his mother.

Ye Xiaotian walked on the mountain road to the west with Le Yao on his back. Xue Shui danced his companion beside him. Because she was used to walking, her steps were much lighter than before. The red light of the sunset bathed their trekking figures and coated their bodies with a layer of golden edge.

Le Yao lay on Ye Xiaotian's shoulder and continued her role-playing game with endless pleasure: "Brother, we are going to the West to obtain the scriptures, so who are you playing?"

Ye Xiaotian smiled and said, "I will play Monkey Brother, I will protect you and kill all demons and monsters."

"Brother Monkey? Then will you change seventy-two times?"

"This... won't."

"How can you play Monkey Brother if you don't know how to change the seventy-two times?"

"So, you must be the most suitable person to play Zhu Bajie."

Yang Leyao touched his nose and mouth and said in surprise: "Why? The baby's nose is not long and his ears are not big."

Ye Xiaotian smiled and said, "But you can eat very well."

Le Yao immediately pouted like a pig: "Baby should not be Zhu Bajie, baby should be a clever insect."

Ye Xiaotian said: "No, you are Zhu Bajie!"

Le Yao clenched his fists and pounded his shoulders, compromising hatefully: "That baby is Zhu Bajie, and his brother is the boss."

Ye Xiaotian laughed and said, "Why do you think of the coming of Benboer Ba? Where does your brother look like Benboer Ba?"

Le Yao hugged his neck, twisted his little body and acted coquettishly: "I'm going to run around, the baby likes it."

Ye Xiaotian said: "Okay, okay, baby likes it, then brother is the boss."

Shui Wu listened to their quarrels with a smile and looked forward happily. In front of him was the sun that was about to set, like a burning fire, floating slowly on the top of the mountain, and they were like a group of happy moths, pounced on the flames on the distant mountain, looking for the light in their hearts step by step.

In a small village, the old farmer who was returning home was smiling and greeting the neighbors on the street. Suddenly, he smiled and looked forward in confusion. There were more than a dozen fast horses in front of him, and they rushed into the village like dust flying.

"Hey! Old man, are there any young men and women who have taken a girl three or four years old by your village?"

Yang Sanshu, who had strangled the reins of the horse, opened a hand-painted portrait by him with a loud "wow" sound, and handed it to the old man. The old man came forward and squinted his eyes, and laughed haha: "Is this what you painted? It's so ugly."

Yang Sanshu was angry and embarrassed: "You old guy, I asked you if you have seen three people like this before. Do you care if my paintings look good?"

The old man was not annoyed, but just laughed at him: "The old man has never seen three people like the one you painted unless he was caught in a ghost. The old man had only seen a handsome fairy-like little lady and a pretty boy passing by here with a cute little girl."

Yang Sanshu's eyes narrowed, ignored his ridicule, and leaned forward quickly and asked anxiously: "Where are they going?"

The old man rolled his eyes and said, "The old man is not a disciple who can't walk when he sees a beautiful woman. The handsome little lady passes by, can the old man catch up and see it? But..." The old man showed a sly smile and looked at Yang Sanshu.

Yang Sanshu's eyes lit up and he asked hurriedly, "But what?" He hurriedly reached into his arms, took out a ingot of scattered silver and threw it into the old man's arms. The old man took the silver and immediately pointed out to the outside of the village happily: "But there is only one road ahead."

"Walk!"

Without saying a word, Yang Sanshu whipped the horse's butt hard and chased after the road outside the village.
Chapter completed!