Although he doesn't like reading very much, as the son of a teacher, Zhang Wenwen felt that Ziji should be able to speak well, but he thought it was a bit difficult for Ziji, so he listened to what he had grown up with, which he liked very much. The boss’s daughter, the beautiful woman’s comfort...
He often showed a thinking expression at first. Whether he was sleeping, eating, or walking, in short, no matter what he was doing, he had to show a thinking expression first. This was the woman he had liked very much since he was a child. Tell him His method makes Ziji think constantly, so that others will think that he is knowledgeable." "Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!"
This method was taken to the extreme by Zhang Wenwen. Gradually, as he grew up, he went from pretending to think at the beginning to actually thinking.
Even until the day he got married to the woman he liked, under the envious eyes of the people around him, he was still thinking about life. Even when he wanted to worship heaven and earth, he was pulled away by the woman angrily, and then he reluctantly bowed. End of heaven and earth.
He is lucky because the woman he likes has a father who doesn't like her, so the woman's father doesn't even pay attention to this marriage, which is obviously a mismatch of status, and doesn't even show up.
This luck seems to have always been with him. While thinking about life, he slowly seemed to understand Shime, but if he thought about it carefully, everything seemed to be wrong.
Time passed slowly, and on a rainy night in the second summer of their marriage, with heavy rain and lightning howling, his wife was about to give birth.
That night, his father-in-law, the woman's father, went crazy and laughed in the rain, regardless of the fact that the rain soaked his whole body. His laughter echoed with sadness.
Zhang Wenwen looked at his father-in-law in the rain, his crazy look, and he fell into thinking. But this time his thinking was very short. He was interrupted upset because...his wife's shrill scream, from What came out of the house was the sound of the pain of difficult childbirth.
This voice made his heart tremble, making him unable to think about life, and even made him afraid. He was afraid that this day would be the farewell between heaven and man, and he was afraid that after this day passed, Ziji would become as crazy as his father-in-law. .
As his wife's screams continued to be heard, and as his father-in-law's laughter in the rain became stronger and stronger, Zhang Wenwen's body trembled. At this moment, the door of the house where his wife was giving birth was pushed open by someone. , Wen Po, who was called to deliver the baby, ran out with a look of fear on her face.
"Monster...monster!!"
Zhang Wenwen was shocked. He rushed out of the house and took a look at the room where his wife was giving birth. After seeing her painful expression, she shouted to others and lifted up the sedan. As he quickly rushed out of the yard.
He wanted to ask the doctor instead of Wen Po. Because he had a strong premonition that this time the birth might be life-or-death. This was no longer something that Wen Po could help with. It was the doctor who could save her life!
Braving the rain, I walked past the noodle stall that still existed even in the heavy rain. I paid attention to the big stone inside the noodle stall. The old man sitting there was looking towards him. Zhang Wenzhang quickly led people past. .
Until he invited a doctor in the county who seemed to be similar to Dr. Mo back then. After bringing him back to the yard, Zhang Wenwen anxiously looked at the room where his wife was giving birth. He suddenly gritted his teeth, opened the door and stepped in.
Inside, he didn't want to wait outside. He wanted to enter here, hold his wife's hand, and get through this difficulty with her.
But just when he was about to push the door open, the door was also opened from the inside. Amidst the roar of lightning, he saw the baby in the doctor's arms, and also saw his wife on the bed, motionless as if she was breathing.
A severed body.
There was a bang in his mind, and the shrill laughter of his father-in-law could be heard in his ears. His body was trembling, and he walked up to his wife. He looked at his wife who looked pale and fǎngfoyijing had become a corpse, but at the corner of her mouth was a motherly smile.
, his heart was forcibly torn apart. At this moment, he could no longer think about life, but turned around sharply and stared at the doctor.
An illusion appeared in his body unconsciously. In front of him, another figure gradually gathered, and the doctor who looked at him had an expression of disbelief, and seemed to have some kind of expression.
Enlightenment.
Zhang Wenwen didn't know about this scene. It was almost exactly the same as what his father-in-law had experienced back then. However, the difference was that his father-in-law had a shadow behind him back then, and now he had become a shadow and was in the body.
What appears before is the condensed body.
It was at this moment that Zhang Wenzhang's mind suddenly roared, like a dusty memory being opened by turán. At the moment when the memory was opened, he woke up from reincarnation and woke up from a deep sleep.
His eyes gradually no longer looked crazy, but became clear. His appearance looked the same as before, but his appearance was faintly more agile.
He closed his eyes. As his memory opened, and as he woke up from reincarnation, he remembered everything. He was not Zhang Wen Zhang, he was... Su Ming!
He is Su Ming of the Daochen Realm, he is Su Ming of the Shaping Nether Clan, he is the Su Ming who arranged the mortal refining method on a damaged star to refine the white ring!
He remembered everything, but...he couldn't remember the reincarnations he had experienced. His memory seemed to stay at the moment when he entered the mortal reincarnation.
In silence, Su Ming turned back and glanced at the woman's body on the bed. He saw the woman's appearance. The moment he saw her appearance, Su Ming's body trembled slightly.
That woman looked like Bai Feng in his memory, or maybe Bai Ling from Wushan in his memory...
"In this reincarnation, she is my wife..." In silence, Su Ming raised his right hand and gently touched Bai Ling's body. Immediately, a surge of life poured into Bai Ling's body, causing the life that was about to dissipate.
, at this moment, he regained his vitality and slowly opened his eyes.
She looked at Su Ming's weak face and smiled.
"Let me...see the child..."
Su Ming looked at Bai Ling. After regaining his memory, he felt complicated in his heart. However, the complexity was revealed on his face. Instead, he nodded, took the baby from the doctor's arms, and came to Bai Ling's side. The two of them
, looking at the baby together, the smile on Bai Ling's face was filled with motherly love.
"I look like you, but don't flirt with you, you'll always look silly." Bai Ling said with a smile, but there was still a hint of weakness in that smile.
Su Ming closed his eyes, covering up the complexity in his eyes, and sighed in his heart.
Shijiān passed by in a blink of an eye, three years.
In the past three years, Su Ming has been with Bai Ling. He no longer thinks about life, because life is in front of him, and there is nothing to think about. This is reincarnation, an illusory life, and in this life, everything
Everyone was asleep, but Su Ming was the only one who was awake. He looked at people's joys and sorrows, looked at Bai Ling's tenderness towards him, and looked at the children growing up. Those thoughts could not be expressed in words.
Sometimes, waking up... is often a kind of pain. If Su Ming never remembered everything, he could live a happy life as before. But now, he wants to do it, but because all of this is false, how can he
I can't devote myself wholeheartedly.
Three years later on this day, Bai Ling's father closed his eyes and left this world.
Another three years passed, and Su Ming's father in this reincarnation, the teacher, also came to the end of his life, and his life left his body.
Birth, old age, illness and death are common in the world. The noodle stall that used to be there is long gone. It is empty and seems to have disappeared in these years.
Until the child gradually grew up, until wrinkles appeared on Bai Ling's face, until the vicissitudes of life appeared on Su Ming's body, the years passed by unknowingly in the reincarnation of the two.
Bai Ling was happy. Even though he was old now, whenever he looked at Su Ming, his eyes showed tenderness. When he whispered, he was talking about his childhood with Su Ming in this reincarnation, the companionship he had had since childhood, until now.
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Su Ming also gradually made Ziji no longer think about the past, and slowly allowed Ziji to immerse himself in this reincarnation, counting each other's gray hairs, and growing old.
Until their daughter got married, until the years were ruthless. After decades, Bai Ling's body slowly aged and wrinkled more and more. Finally, at midnight one day, she took Su Ming's hand.
, looking at the starry sky outside the window, murmuring in a low voice...
"I had a dream, I dreamed of a mountain, I dreamed of an ancient tribe, I dreamed that I was a woman from one tribe, wearing white fur, with some beautiful embellishments between my eyebrows, and you... were from another tribe
In a blood moon, you carried me...in the early morning outside a mountain, walking in circles, unwilling to send me back...
I dreamed of an agreement, an agreement between you and me..." Bai Ling murmured, with a smile on her lips. When these words became a murmur, she closed her eyes and never opened them again.
Su Ming held Bai Ling's hand, with memories in his eyes. He watched Bai Ling's life gradually dissipate, and watched the whole world. Until today, it has been nearly a century.
A year later, Su Ming sold this courtyard house because there was no one in his memory. As time passed, he became the oldest old man in the county. He witnessed the changes in the county.
After all the changes in the years, he saw too many births, old age, illness and death, so he sold his family property and built a platform in an empty difāng in the county town, where he set up a noodle stall.
Cooking noodles, making soup, making straw puppets, looking at life, silently counting reincarnations...
Tomorrow, we will continue with the third update! (To be continued.)