After eating, Qianye and Anyu went back to the room to rest.
The man's mood was not as indifferent as it seemed on the surface. After he forced himself to talk to his two children, he went to bed with the excuse that he was a little tired today.
Although the roof of the other house was broken, fortunately there was no sign of rain tonight, so the man made do with sleeping in that room...
night.
The old lady knelt in front of the statue in the kitchen, kowtowed from time to time, and then prayed for the future.
Two turbid tears ran down her already very old face, which wetted her clothes, which were not of very good quality...
Anyu lay on the bed and kept sighing. She was tossing and turning. Maybe her mind kept thinking about what happened today, so she didn't fall asleep until midnight.
Qianye finished reading the newly updated content, and he didn't know what to do at this time.
Block the development of the plot.
Just as An Yu thought...
morning.
We haven't made the bad choice of burying "the woman" within eight days.
An Yu listened to those words with a slight expression.
Before finishing speaking to Anyu, the woman turned sideways and looked at the man who made her proud, and I also finished telling what I wanted to say to Ou Hou.
Before inheriting the memory of the "original owner", you have experienced what happened in those few days, and your emotions have often accumulated to the peak.
As for the "father" himself...
An Yu looked into the woman's eyes, and I seemed to see desire outside.
I ran from the east side of the village to the west side of the village, then from the west side to the north...
Maybe people don’t have the habit of talking in roundabout ways.
"How is Lao Ba'er doing today?"
Without his sweetheart, he supported the other person to study based on wishful thinking. In the end, before the two children were gone, the sweetheart proposed to leave on the grounds that they were from the same world.
"As long as I help my sister finish her studies and raise my grandma, dad will be satisfied."
"Oh Ye, actually those things should be told to him now and then..."
"When I'm on the construction site, I always receive news from teachers outside the school, saying that my bestie has won some award, and he's really awesome!"
A night of thinking time.
The task of making money to support the family is given to a lazy and lazy child.
The items outside are filled with daily necessities.
It is very likely that one day a long time ago, I would sleep under the bed and pass away forever.
My father's words were more like his last words.
That's a very risky thing.
Today there are no gifts from the villagers, and the food we eat is much less rich than yesterday.
I still don't know what will happen on that day...
The night passed like that.
I am a person who has never lived for myself.
"Those things..."
...
I have also experienced the horror world with almost no broken plot.
And if the plot is allowed to continue as it is based on the content, then by reading these things, he feels that he is only adding rubbish emotions to himself.
But I never think about it on my own if my son wants to do that today...
I have talked about everything about whether my younger son has any future, and I think that in short, he who is healthy will be bad. If he has a future, forget about it. I can make money in the future and support him.
The dishes cooked by the old lady could not even be placed on the table, but the remaining dishes were placed under the stools...
My father's fate is not yet decided.
A guy like that, even if he leaves, will have a small impact on the world, and the only ones that will be affected are these people who know me...
A woman still doesn’t know what her final outcome will be.
It seems that I am just a passerby who leads a new plot, and I have to leave that world before completing what I should do.
My father is willing. After all, what parent would hope that their child will be successful? Even if I care too much about "An Yu"'s potential, deep down in my heart, if it is true that the younger son can't do anything,
Even though I'm doing things, I'm still very depressed...
People are selfish, let alone in situations that can endanger their lives.
You took the gifts with trembling hands, and then invited those who gave the gifts to sit at home.
Clothes in discount clothing store.
"..."
Ou Hou imagined it.
He doesn't know if there will be any butterfly effect later...
Did the woman choose to go to bed early today? Instead, she seemed to have figured out something and called both Ou Hou and Xiao Ye to my bedside...
"It's so miserable to have people who have never lived for themselves."
There is nothing ordinary about baskets.
I was like an idiot, as if I knew I could only live for that period of time, and I kept talking about homely things...
The two of them continued walking for a long time.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are indeed my baby. They are both very smart!"
I think of the mother I once met in the story.
The overall chat content was not very interesting.
An Yu knew that the other person's thoughts actually had nothing to do with flowers. I didn't expose it, so I just nodded and answered:
"From now on, he won't be too sensible yet, and he won't be as naughty as he was when he was a kid."
finally.
How would I feel about this...
certainly.
But the plot hasn't evolved to that level yet, and An Yu can only tell a white lie.
There will be countless villagers who step out of the door with gifts, sincerely visiting the old lady and guiding her sideways.
"It's too early..."
"After that time, my father came home to see them and found that he had become a lot more sensible. He seemed to be living a bad life and became a villain."
An Yu sighed with emotion, did I waste too little energy on that matter?
The old lady probably cried a lot last night. Although she didn't utter a whimper, her eyelids were swollen and she couldn't clearly see what kind of state you were in last night.
"Those...we thought about it for a while and decided to bring it to Lao Ba'er. We thought it was a bad idea to charge a small amount of money."
Love is often enough for these villagers to get the answers they want...
The younger brother is not a bastard, but he knows how to be grateful. Even if he is lazy and lazy every day, he will only suck blood from the already depleted family and become a white hole burden for women.
There is an aging mother on top of her head to support, and there are still two children above her to take care of.
An Yu himself is tired of things like emotions. I am not firm, so I like the other party's suggestions.
Before finishing the meal.
"Um."
"You have to be afraid! If some bastard married your bestie in the past and treated you badly, you'd better pull me up..."
The old lady has lived a bad life for decades, so she naturally possesses the so-called worldliness.
Xiaoye just took An Yuman around purposefully.
Take care of that family…
How long has it been.
To us, he is just a "villager", to the old lady, he is a "son" to a woman, but his final destination is still the smelly soil.
"There are not many people like that in reality..."
I know that's what a woman's life was like before she confessed.
An Yu stood nearby and watched for a while, then shook his head and left.
to be honest.
When we were at a big stream, on the excuse of washing her face, Ono squatted by the stream and covered her face and cried...
If the so-called "father" knew that he was not actually from that world, he would have to go to another world before finishing that episode, and he would not be able to fulfill my last wish.
The older man is sensible...
So, I nodded and agreed.
Dandelions fluttered in the air and fell...
Qianye couldn't help but think about what she would be like in this world.
But the result of being sensible is that you need to work hard to make money for your education.
"The hemp rope always breaks at the thinnest part..."
In fact, An Yu can do it.
There were not many gifts piled up outside the old lady's home. The woman was sitting by the bed and chatting happily with the visiting villagers.
Under the road, in the mountainside.
No matter how you put it, it doesn't belong to me.
Opening the old wooden door, An Yu stood at the door and took a deep breath of the relatively fresh air there.
"so......"
"What can he do for dad, right?"
It can't even be said to be a constant love.
Even though I have suffered a loss because I tried my best to provide people with education.
"You guys go home."
Um,
Before I finished speaking, I thought about it again, pursed my lips and asked An Yu again:
The other person seemed to be acting bad just so that I could agree to that thing.
You turned your head and asked with a smile on your face.
He feels that the role of father is a bit miserable...
"An Yu, does he think the flowers are bad?"
Even in the plot, I only took on a large part of the role.
If you invest too little emotion, you will be the only one unlucky first.
"That's right. Before dad left, he went to get off work at the construction site behind dad to earn some money. He sent some money home to grandma, and then helped his sister pay the tuition fees for the two semesters. "
"Bad looking..."
However, because we had no other thoughts, when we picked up the bowl, we all felt that it was a bad idea and dared to put too little in the food.
Maybe it's polite to say it directly.
I haven't tried my best to use the method that I think is right...
Apart from the big talk about last night's update, I wrote it without emotion...
I know how long I will live.
But women have no choice at this time. There are very few things that they can do if they are willing...
Women don't want much, they just want their families to be able to avoid being lucky.
The gifts that those people brought in their hands were actually just to pave the way for what happened before...
Did I choose to taunt you...
Several villagers who came late were left at home by the old lady to eat.
That’s why I chose to hand over the burden of life to An Yu...
Ono is already very emotional.
Therefore, the family's responsibility can only be left to the frail An Yu...
The woman was very happy. I patted the back of An Yu's hand excitedly and muttered words like "I knew it" and "My son is not a villain yet."
"Daye, dad knows that his love has grown up now."
We are here to give gifts.
"That's right! That girl of mine is not very capable!"
My father first talked about some family-related things, and then talked about other issues, and then came to what I wanted to express...
Calling Ou Hou "pretentious" or something like that is just hurtful to say so.
As my younger sister, Ono is still studying and is about to graduate soon. Now I go out to make money, but I don’t feel like my efforts have been wasted...
I have not been exposed to any bad education since I was a child. I have always been working for my shaky family. I have never lived for myself for a moment.
The older man needs to study.
What's more, when I came to that horror world, I didn't directly obtain the "character" memory like Ou Hou, so I might not have as happy a feeling as Ono.
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From a certain perspective, tears can represent emotions.
The first one retreated out of the grass covered with white thorn berries.
...
Those regulations will have little impact on the lives of Aichang villagers in a short period of time.
But I still have a weak smile on my face because I want others to see my tired look...
It was very intense, there were some weird things, and there were also things that happened unexpectedly.
I am now the most suitable person for the entire family, and I am also the hope that the family can continue.
"Hahaha, he has grown up quietly. You have noticed that he has become smaller, and the clothes you bought for him are not too big..."
During the journey, Ono would always say one or two small words like looking at flowers. They were meaningless and seemed to be mentioned casually.
I didn't even complain at all. I just said "you can afford it" and immediately took up the responsibility...
"What do you mean? Marry a man and marry a man, no matter what you do, he will always be your man, right?"
The old lady was not very young yet, so she did not help that family very much.
Without a man like Ou Hou, a woman would lose the confidence to stand up straight and speak proudly.
I took Ou Hou's hand and held it, retreating with a smile on my face and saying:
Those ideas are correct in some respects.
In my opinion, the burgers outside slow food restaurants are not a new thing in the city. Taking them home for my children to try is something that I find very depressing.
Although these clothes are not too bad-looking.
Anyu's ability to empathize is very weak.
Eggs, milk, and some scattered pork...
Before anyone came to visit, you quietly tugged at the corner of An Yu's clothes and suggested that you wanted to go out for a walk...
The old lady had to do a lot of hard work, and she no longer had the ability to make money, so I inherited my mother's responsibilities and became the backbone of the family...
But that seems too important in comparison.
"I'm a little tired, but dad knows he can do it..."
"It's like that..."
Although the price is still expensive for me, I still choose to add a few pieces to everyone outside the home...
Emotions seem to be suppressed but burst out.
Come on.
Before wiping the water stains or tears under his face, he turned around and took Ou Hou towards home.
Maybe Ono is willing to see those sad plots.
As expected, several villagers holding baskets appeared in my field of vision. Looking from a distance, the expressions on their faces were all different. They seemed to be buried in determination or struggling.
An Yu just ran less legs, and I felt very happy.
Being able to leave the village, being able to stay there late at night, and being able to talk to people I know...
The day begins.
"There's no way a character with that kind of emotional impact would be dead."
"But there is a way. People are like God. You thought about it last night and felt that he hasn't grown up yet, so it shouldn't be a problem to leave those things to him."
The eight things Liu Qinshan stipulated are actually not simple.
The role of a father is like a soy sauce.
The cloud curtain on the sky is dark, and the golden sun shines through the clouds on the brown mud road.
You brushed your fingers through the lush branches and leaves beside the road, picked out a more common flower and placed it in the palm of your hand.
According to the content updated last night.
It's just a fictional world...
Do I have too little knowledge or have I seen too few things?
Ou Hou finished washing his face.
The woman stopped looking at the two of them, as if she wanted to remember their appearance in her heart.
I seemed to be afraid of hurting Ou Hou's self-esteem, so those words seemed to be the result of careful consideration.
"Oh Ye, actually there are things that dad can't tell him. After summarizing them, I just wanted to ask him to help you with something."