As An Zheng tore forward with his hands, the night sky was torn apart. The black-armored warriors and monsters on the clouds dissipated one after another, turning into black energy, and finally disappeared without a trace.
The ferocious-looking old lady took a step forward, and stabbed down with the dragon-headed crutch in her hand: "How dare you! Don't forget that you are a descendant of the Gao family, and the blood of the Gao family flows through your body. What do you get now?" Everything is given to you by the Gao family. Food, drink, clothing, everything, including your life, is given to you by the Gao family! "If you want to leave now, you are a traitor!"
The surrounding scene changed.
The little boy was born exceptionally beautiful. When An Zheng said this, his face darkened: "Actually... I'm just like you. I've been forced to practice by my family since I was four years old. I'm not even allowed to leave the house. I came out secretly. I like to go to the theater, but they don't allow it. Every time I sneak out to watch a theater, they will catch me back soon and beat me... They say that I am the future of my family and I don't have time to watch. These messy things can only be practiced and practiced again... But I am so tired, I don’t want to practice, and I don’t want to do anything about the future of my family.”
An Zheng shook his head and smiled particularly kindly: "No, I also like to watch theater."
An Zheng suddenly understood that this was what the little boy was afraid of, so even the performance on the stage changed. From singing an opera, it turned into a group of skeletons dancing a seemingly cheerful dance, but in fact it was a nightmare in the little boy's heart.
The sky became extremely clear, and the light from the sun also changed from blazing to soft.
The clothes on his body fell apart with a pop, and he squatted there naked.
The sky became extremely clear, and the light from the sun also changed from blazing to soft.
An Zheng walked over slowly. The little boy looked back at him, looking extremely frightened. He shrank back involuntarily: "Who are you? Are you trying to take me back to practice?"
Then they saw an old man with white hair and beard lying there tiredly on a recliner made of dead wood not far away, looking at An Zheng with kind and grateful eyes.
The sky became extremely clear, and the light from the sun also changed from blazing to soft.
The song "Ding Jiang Shan" was still being sung on the stage. The little boy was lying on An Zheng's shoulder, babbling and learning to sing. He seemed to have relaxed a lot. The surroundings became calmer and quieter, as if nothing had happened. He lay there, with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes.
His voice was old and hoarse, and extremely dry, as if he hadn't spoken for many years. He looked extremely old, as if he was at least seventy or eighty years old. He was leaning there, seemingly unable to move. A rotten smell belonging to an old man emanated from him, which was uncomfortable.
Du Shaoshou snorted: "I don't like you, not at all. You killed so many children and young girls for yourself, you should have died long ago!"
Then An Zheng discovered that they seemed to be back on the stage.
The old lady looked at An Zheng with a gloomy face.
Gao Yuanshu smiled: "No, it's not the end, it's the beginning."
The clothes on his body fell apart with a pop, and he squatted there naked.
A little boy who looked about six or seven years old was sitting obediently on the bench holding a small kettle, watching the performance on the stage without blinking. An Zheng could tell that what was being performed on the stage was a local opera from the State of Yan. Although there were not many operas, the singing was heroic and melodious, so the people of Yan liked it very much. The little boy seemed a little nervous and looked around from time to time, as if he was on guard for something.
An Zheng walked over slowly. The little boy looked back at him, looking extremely frightened. He shrank back involuntarily: "Who are you? Are you trying to take me back to practice?"
"Who are you?"
The sound is getting farther and farther away.
The old man nodded: "It's me."
"Are you scared?"
A hurricane appeared and swept across like a furious dragon. The black-clad skeletons were swept into the hurricane as they rushed forward, and were crushed into powder in an instant. Moving forward in the hurricane, the old lady raised her hand to sweep away the hurricane, but after she raised her hand, she had no power at all. The hurricane swept across and carried her into the air.
"I never thought that one day I would be able to wake up from that dream. I can't even be sure which world is real. But fortunately... not everyone's heart is full of darkness. So I want to thank you. You, whoever you are.”
Du Shaoshou snorted: "I don't like you, not at all. You killed so many children and young girls for yourself, you should have died long ago!"
An Zheng walked over and asked.
His voice was old and hoarse, and extremely dry, as if he hadn't spoken for many years. He looked extremely old, as if he was at least seventy or eighty years old. He was leaning there, seemingly unable to move. A rotten smell belonging to an old man emanated from him, which was uncomfortable.
"Really?"
He said.
The group of skeletons in black began to rush forward, and An Zheng patted the little boy on the shoulder: "Believe in yourself, you can drive them away."
An Zheng asked.
His voice was old and hoarse, and extremely dry, as if he hadn't spoken for many years. He looked extremely old, as if he was at least seventy or eighty years old. He was leaning there, seemingly unable to move. A rotten smell belonging to an old man emanated from him, which was uncomfortable.
Gao Yuanshu was obviously stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "It turns out that she put this sin on me. Everyone is just her pawn, at her mercy... The death of those children has nothing to do with me. Did she say it was for Those children I killed? No, she did it for herself. She should have died more than ten years ago, but she started to use such a sinful way to extend her life. All punishments are caused by the crimes she committed. But it will have nothing to do with me... You are all good people and should not die here with me. "
He looked back subconsciously, as if he was still worried about something.
Du Shouxou pulled Tantai Che: "What's going on? Why are you back? Is this little guy the master of Xinmei? But he's only so old, it's impossible."
Vaguely, An Zheng seemed to hear a child singing the part about establishing a kingdom in a childish voice.
He looked at An Zheng: "Thank you, if possible, I would like to say it a few more times. But I am about to end myself, I am about to end my life. When I came out of that dream, I knew that I What choice should I make? I don’t like everything here. If I could be reborn, I would like to be a child from an ordinary family. When I was a child, I would play in the mud, sneak into the river to take a bath, and then be picked up and beaten by the adults at home... That kind of beating shouldn’t hurt at all, right?”
An Zheng asked.
Tantai Che lowered his voice and said: "Stop talking. Now that the world of Xinmei has calmed down, it should have returned to the beginning of Xinmei. The little boy in this form may not be real, or it may be that the owner of Xinmei has begun to fantasize. Any drastic actions we take may unbalance the peaceful mind, so we should just watch it calmly. It seems that An Zheng has used his own state of mind to form a certain communication with this world of mind and charm, just watch. "
"I kill you."
An Zheng walked over slowly. The little boy looked back at him, looking extremely frightened. He shrank back involuntarily: "Who are you? Are you trying to take me back to practice?"
It was a kind of incomprehensible darkness, as if it was an eternal night. But when An Zheng raised his head and looked at the sky, a golden light tore through the darkness and shot straight down from above. Gradually, the golden light became more and more, and the darkness became fragmented. A sun hung there, lighting up the surroundings.
The old lady looked at An Zheng with a gloomy face.
Du Shoushou nodded, not even daring to say anything. The two of them didn't dare to get close and watched from a distance.
The old lady said coldly: "This is my Gao family's housework, why do you interfere? Give you a chance to get out, or I will let you disappear."
An Zheng suddenly understood that this was what the little boy was afraid of, so even the performance on the stage changed. From singing an opera, it turned into a group of skeletons dancing a seemingly cheerful dance, but in fact it was a nightmare in the little boy's heart.
Du Shoushou nodded, not even daring to say anything. The two of them didn't dare to get close and watched from a distance.
Tantai Che lowered his voice and said: "Stop talking. Now that the world of Xinmei has calmed down, it should have returned to the beginning of Xinmei. The little boy in this form may not be real, or it may be that the owner of Xinmei has begun to fantasize. Any drastic actions we take may unbalance the peaceful mind, so we should just watch it calmly. It seems that An Zheng has used his own state of mind to form a certain communication with this world of mind and charm, just watch. "
The surrounding scene changed.
The old man nodded: "It's me."
An Zheng walked over slowly. The little boy looked back at him, looking extremely frightened. He shrank back involuntarily: "Who are you? Are you trying to take me back to practice?"
An Zheng felt that the little boy was shaking harder and harder behind his back. He stretched out his arms to hug the little boy: "I won't let them beat you, nor will I let them force you to do something you don't like. Here is Your world is all your imagination. Believe me, only you can get these people out of your mind."
"Really?"
An Zheng shook his head and smiled particularly kindly: "No, I also like to watch theater."
"I do not want!"
As An Zheng tore forward with his hands, the night sky was torn apart. The black-armored warriors and monsters on the clouds dissipated one after another, turning into black energy, and finally disappeared without a trace.
An Zheng laughed and said, "I have very little time and am too busy. Although I like to watch plays, I can't spare the time. So you can't laugh at me even if I don't know what the play is."
Behind those black-clad skeletons, an old lady holding a dragon-headed crutch in her hand walked in slowly, her expression cold and frightening. She pointed at the little boy and said sternly: "Catch him back and beat him to death! You are an unlucky thing. The family has tried its best to train you so that you can become the hope of the family's future. Soon, you will be led by If you devote yourself to spiritual practice, you won’t have time to watch a movie!”
"I do not want!"
"Takatosuki?"
An Zheng suddenly understood that this was what the little boy was afraid of, so even the performance on the stage changed. From singing an opera, it turned into a group of skeletons dancing a seemingly cheerful dance, but in fact it was a nightmare in the little boy's heart.
An Zheng asked.
He sat down next to the little boy: "But I don't know what this play is called."
The little boy looked at An Zheng expectantly, and then shook his head: "The people in my family are very fierce, no one dares to offend them. You'd better go, big brother, I'm afraid it will hurt you. I'll watch for a while. , just watch for a while and I will go back by myself. If they find me, they will beat me very hard."
He waved his hand.
The little boy seemed to have relaxed his vigilance slightly. He looked at An Zheng with his clear black and white eyes, and said with some pride: "This play is called Ding Jiangshan. It talks about the founding of the Yan Kingdom. You don't even know this. It’s so embarrassing~”
"I do not want!"
"I never thought that one day I would be able to wake up from that dream. I can't even be sure which world is real. But fortunately... not everyone's heart is full of darkness. So I want to thank you. You, whoever you are.”
An Zheng felt that the little boy was shaking harder and harder behind his back. He stretched out his arms to hug the little boy: "I won't let them beat you, nor will I let them force you to do something you don't like. Here is Your world is all your imagination. Believe me, only you can get these people out of your mind."
The old lady shouted angrily: "I am your grandma! You actually dare to hide behind an outsider, and it is in vain that I have put so much thought into you. The family has paid enough to train you, why don't you do this? sensible!"
The song "Ding Jiang Shan" was still being sung on the stage. The little boy was lying on An Zheng's shoulder, babbling and learning to sing. He seemed to have relaxed a lot. The surroundings became calmer and quieter, as if nothing had happened. He lay there, with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes.
Du Shouxou pulled Tantai Che: "What's going on? Why are you back? Is this little guy the master of Xinmei? But he's only so old, it's impossible."
The old lady pointed forward: "Chop him into pieces and feed him to the dogs!"
The little boy nodded vigorously, and then shouted toward the sky: "I don't! I don't like it!"
An Zheng laughed and said, "I have very little time and am too busy. Although I like to watch plays, I can't spare the time. So you can't laugh at me even if I don't know what the play is."
He raised his little finger and pointed at the old lady.
An Zheng took off his coat and wrapped it around the little boy and picked him up: "You can do it, no matter what time you are. No matter how dark the sky above your head is, the sun is always there, even if you can't see it. , but also keep the light in your heart. When you feel that it is really not what you want, you must learn to say no.”
The sky became extremely clear, and the light from the sun also changed from blazing to soft.
The old lady shouted angrily: "I am your grandma! You actually dare to hide behind an outsider, and it is in vain that I have put so much thought into you. The family has paid enough to train you, why don't you do this? sensible!"
The old man raised his head and looked at the sun. The light made him cry, but he seemed not to care at all and kept looking at it.
The little boy was born exceptionally beautiful. When An Zheng said this, his face darkened: "Actually... I'm just like you. I've been forced to practice by my family since I was four years old. I'm not even allowed to leave the house. I came out secretly. I like to go to the theater, but they don't allow it. Every time I sneak out to watch a theater, they will catch me back soon and beat me... They say that I am the future of my family and I don't have time to watch. These messy things can only be practiced and practiced again... But I am so tired, I don’t want to practice, and I don’t want to do anything about the future of my family.”
"I kill you."
Then the stage disappeared and everything became pitch black.
An Zheng stood up and protected the little boy behind him.
The little boy was born exceptionally beautiful. When An Zheng said this, his face darkened: "Actually... I'm just like you. I've been forced to practice by my family since I was four years old. I'm not even allowed to leave the house. I came out secretly. I like to go to the theater, but they don't allow it. Every time I sneak out to watch a theater, they will catch me back soon and beat me... They say that I am the future of my family and I don't have time to watch. These messy things can only be practiced and practiced again... But I am so tired, I don’t want to practice, and I don’t want to do anything about the future of my family.”
The hurricane dissipated and the old lady was never seen again.
An Zheng's heart tightened, and he took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the little boy's tears: "Don't worry, no one will take you back today. I'll protect you."
The little boy became happy: "Then I'll finish reading Ding Jiangshan today, and I haven't finished it even once."
An Zheng walked over and asked.
An Zheng felt sour and rubbed the little boy's hair: "Don't worry, I said I would protect you, so no one will hit you again."
Behind those black-clad skeletons, an old lady holding a dragon-headed crutch in her hand walked in slowly, her expression cold and frightening. She pointed at the little boy and said sternly: "Catch him back and beat him to death! You are an unlucky thing. The family has tried its best to train you so that you can become the hope of the family's future. Soon, you will be led by If you devote yourself to spiritual practice, you won’t have time to watch a movie!”
"Really?"
An Zheng sneered: "It's different from you. You are in his heart, but I am not. Don't you think this is too much? How old is he? You are forcing him like this, and you will punch and kick him if he doesn't obey you. Even if you say you want to kill him, do you really care about him? Or do you just care about whether there is a successor in the family? This person can be anyone, as long as he is talented, it will be fine. You can just look for the next successor, right?"
He said.
An Zheng walked over and asked.
Then An Zheng discovered that they seemed to be back on the stage.
The old man nodded: "It's me."
"You can't escape, this is your fate!"
The little boy squatted there holding his head: "I don't want any of them!"
The old man nodded: "It's me."
The little boy looked at An Zheng expectantly, and then shook his head: "The people in my family are very fierce, no one dares to offend them. You'd better go, big brother, I'm afraid it will hurt you. I'll watch for a while. , just watch for a while and I will go back by myself. If they find me, they will beat me very hard."
An Zheng stood up and protected the little boy behind him.
An Zheng walked over and asked.
The little boy seemed to have relaxed his vigilance slightly. He looked at An Zheng with his clear black and white eyes, and said with some pride: "This play is called Ding Jiangshan. It talks about the founding of the Yan Kingdom. You don't even know this. It’s so embarrassing~”
Tantai Che asked from behind: "Don't you want to start over? Don't you feel a pity that it ends like this?"
"I kill you."
An Zheng felt sour and rubbed the little boy's hair: "Don't worry, I said I would protect you, so no one will hit you again."
The hurricane dissipated and the old lady was never seen again.
The moment he turned around, An Zheng felt that something was wrong. This is the charming world of a little boy. Whatever he thinks about will appear. After all, he is just a passerby. Just when An Zheng was worried, the door outside was suddenly kicked open, and a group of big men in black broke in from the outside, with ferocious faces. They strode forward, turning into skeletons as they walked, skeletons dressed in black. That way, it looked exactly like the singing and dancing skeletons An Zheng and the others had seen on the stage before.
Tantai Che asked from behind: "Don't you want to start over? Don't you feel a pity that it ends like this?"
An Zheng felt sour and rubbed the little boy's hair: "Don't worry, I said I would protect you, so no one will hit you again."
An Zheng felt sour and rubbed the little boy's hair: "Don't worry, I said I would protect you, so no one will hit you again."
Then the stage disappeared and everything became pitch black.
It was a kind of incomprehensible darkness, as if it was an eternal night. But when An Zheng raised his head and looked at the sky, a golden light tore through the darkness and shot straight down from above. Gradually, the golden light became more and more, and the darkness became fragmented. A sun hung there, lighting up the surroundings.
The little boy became happy: "Then I'll finish reading Ding Jiangshan today, and I haven't finished it even once."
Gao Yuanshu smiled: "No, it's not the end, it's the beginning."
As An Zheng tore forward with his hands, the night sky was torn apart. The black-armored warriors and monsters on the clouds dissipated one after another, turning into black energy, and finally disappeared without a trace.
"You can't escape, this is your fate!"
He raised his little finger and pointed at the old lady.
He looked back subconsciously, as if he was still worried about something.
His voice was old and hoarse, and extremely dry, as if he hadn't spoken for many years. He looked extremely old, as if he was at least seventy or eighty years old. He was leaning there, seemingly unable to move. A rotten smell belonging to an old man emanated from him, which was uncomfortable.
Behind those black-clad skeletons, an old lady holding a dragon-headed crutch in her hand walked in slowly, her expression cold and frightening. She pointed at the little boy and said sternly: "Catch him back and beat him to death! You are an unlucky thing. The family has tried its best to train you so that you can become the hope of the family's future. Soon, you will be led by If you devote yourself to spiritual practice, you won’t have time to watch a movie!”
An Zheng took off his coat and wrapped it around the little boy and picked him up: "You can do it, no matter what time you are. No matter how dark the sky above your head is, the sun is always there, even if you can't see it. , but also keep the light in your heart. When you feel that it is really not what you want, you must learn to say no.”
An Zheng suddenly understood that this was what the little boy was afraid of, so even the performance on the stage changed. From singing an opera, it turned into a group of skeletons dancing a seemingly cheerful dance, but in fact it was a nightmare in the little boy's heart.
An Zheng laughed and said, "I have very little time and am too busy. Although I like to watch plays, I can't spare the time. So you can't laugh at me even if I don't know what the play is."
The moment he turned around, An Zheng felt that something was wrong. This is the charming world of a little boy. Whatever he thinks about will appear. After all, he is just a passerby. Just when An Zheng was worried, the door outside was suddenly kicked open, and a group of big men in black broke in from the outside, with ferocious faces. They strode forward, turning into skeletons as they walked, skeletons dressed in black. That way, it looked exactly like the singing and dancing skeletons An Zheng and the others had seen on the stage before.
"I kill you."
"You can't escape, this is your fate!"
An Zheng stood up and protected the little boy behind him.
Tantai Che lowered his voice and said: "Stop talking. Now that the world of Xinmei has calmed down, it should have returned to the beginning of Xinmei. The little boy in this form may not be real, or it may be that the owner of Xinmei has begun to fantasize. Any drastic actions we take may unbalance the peaceful mind, so we should just watch it calmly. It seems that An Zheng has used his own state of mind to form a certain communication with this world of mind and charm, just watch. "
His voice was old and hoarse, and extremely dry, as if he hadn't spoken for many years. He looked extremely old, as if he was at least seventy or eighty years old. He was leaning there, seemingly unable to move. A rotten smell belonging to an old man emanated from him, which was uncomfortable.
The little boy was born exceptionally beautiful. When An Zheng said this, his face darkened: "Actually... I'm just like you. I've been forced to practice by my family since I was four years old. I'm not even allowed to leave the house. I came out secretly. I like to go to the theater, but they don't allow it. Every time I sneak out to watch a theater, they will catch me back soon and beat me... They say that I am the future of my family and I don't have time to watch. These messy things can only be practiced and practiced again... But I am so tired, I don’t want to practice, and I don’t want to do anything about the future of my family.”
An Zheng suddenly understood that this was what the little boy was afraid of, so even the performance on the stage changed. From singing an opera, it turned into a group of skeletons dancing a seemingly cheerful dance, but in fact it was a nightmare in the little boy's heart.
Tantai Che lowered his voice and said: "Stop talking. Now that the world of Xinmei has calmed down, it should have returned to the beginning of Xinmei. The little boy in this form may not be real, or it may be that the owner of Xinmei has begun to fantasize. Any drastic actions we take may unbalance the peaceful mind, so we should just watch it calmly. It seems that An Zheng has used his own state of mind to form a certain communication with this world of mind and charm, just watch. "
An Zheng stood up and protected the little boy behind him.
The old man nodded: "It's me."
Behind those black-clad skeletons, an old lady holding a dragon-headed crutch in her hand walked in slowly, her expression cold and frightening. She pointed at the little boy and said sternly: "Catch him back and beat him to death! You are an unlucky thing. The family has tried its best to train you so that you can become the hope of the family's future. Soon, you will be led by If you devote yourself to spiritual practice, you won’t have time to watch a movie!”
Gao Yuanshu smiled: "No, it's not the end, it's the beginning."
The sound is getting farther and farther away.
The little boy was so frightened that he shrank into An Zheng's arms: "I don't want to go back, I don't want to practice... I just like going to the theater!"
He raised his little finger and pointed at the old lady.
An Zheng asked.
Tantai Che asked from behind: "Don't you want to start over? Don't you feel a pity that it ends like this?"
An Zheng stood up and protected the little boy behind him.
As An Zheng tore forward with his hands, the night sky was torn apart. The black-armored warriors and monsters on the clouds dissipated one after another, turning into black energy, and finally disappeared without a trace.
The little boy seemed to have relaxed his vigilance slightly. He looked at An Zheng with his clear black and white eyes, and said with some pride: "This play is called Ding Jiangshan. It talks about the founding of the Yan Kingdom. You don't even know this. It’s so embarrassing~”
The sound is getting farther and farther away.
"Who are you?"
The sky became extremely clear, and the light from the sun also changed from blazing to soft.
"I do not want!"
He sat down next to the little boy: "But I don't know what this play is called."
An Zheng's heart tightened, and he took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the little boy's tears: "Don't worry, no one will take you back today. I'll protect you."
Du Shoushou nodded, not even daring to say anything. The two of them didn't dare to get close and watched from a distance.
The old lady looked at An Zheng with a gloomy face.
An Zheng shook his head and smiled particularly kindly: "No, I also like to watch theater."
An Zheng and the others returned to the yard. The leaves and branches in the sky disappeared, and the two persimmon trees returned to their original appearance.
In mid-air, the old lady was still howling miserably.
The old lady looked at An Zheng with a gloomy face.
"Who are you?"
The little boy shook his head, his face turned frighteningly white: "I... I'm afraid of her!"
An Zheng sneered: "It's different from you. You are in his heart, but I am not. Don't you think this is too much? How old is he? You are forcing him like this, and you will punch and kick him if he doesn't obey you. Even if you say you want to kill him, do you really care about him? Or do you just care about whether there is a successor in the family? This person can be anyone, as long as he is talented, it will be fine. You can just look for the next successor, right?"
The song "Ding Jiang Shan" was still being sung on the stage. The little boy was lying on An Zheng's shoulder, babbling and learning to sing. He seemed to have relaxed a lot. The surroundings became calmer and quieter, as if nothing had happened. He lay there, with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes.
An Zheng felt that the little boy was shaking harder and harder behind his back. He stretched out his arms to hug the little boy: "I won't let them beat you, nor will I let them force you to do something you don't like. Here is Your world is all your imagination. Believe me, only you can get these people out of your mind."
The clothes on his body fell apart with a pop, and he squatted there naked.
"You can't escape, this is your fate!"
As An Zheng tore forward with his hands, the night sky was torn apart. The black-armored warriors and monsters on the clouds dissipated one after another, turning into black energy, and finally disappeared without a trace.
"I kill you."
The little boy looked at An Zheng expectantly, and then shook his head: "The people in my family are very fierce, no one dares to offend them. You'd better go, big brother, I'm afraid it will hurt you. I'll watch for a while. , just watch for a while and I will go back by myself. If they find me, they will beat me very hard."
An Zheng felt sour and rubbed the little boy's hair: "Don't worry, I said I would protect you, so no one will hit you again."
The old lady said coldly: "This is my Gao family's housework, why do you interfere? Give you a chance to get out, or I will let you disappear."
The surrounding scene changed.
The sound is getting farther and farther away.
An Zheng walked over and asked.
An Zheng felt that the little boy was shaking harder and harder behind his back. He stretched out his arms to hug the little boy: "I won't let them beat you, nor will I let them force you to do something you don't like. Here is Your world is all your imagination. Believe me, only you can get these people out of your mind."
An Zheng shook his head and smiled particularly kindly: "No, I also like to watch theater."
The old lady said coldly: "This is my Gao family's housework, why do you interfere? Give you a chance to get out, or I will let you disappear."
He raised his little finger and pointed at the old lady.
He waved his hand.
The ferocious-looking old lady took a step forward, and stabbed down with the dragon-headed crutch in her hand: "How dare you! Don't forget that you are a descendant of the Gao family, and the blood of the Gao family flows through your body. What do you get now?" Everything is given to you by the Gao family. Food, drink, clothing, everything, including your life, is given to you by the Gao family! "If you want to leave now, you are a traitor!"
An Zheng walked over slowly. The little boy looked back at him, looking extremely frightened. He shrank back involuntarily: "Who are you? Are you trying to take me back to practice?"
The old lady looked at An Zheng with a gloomy face.
The little boy shook his head, his face turned frighteningly white: "I... I'm afraid of her!"
An Zheng walked over and asked.
"Takatosuki?"
The little boy seemed to have relaxed his vigilance slightly. He looked at An Zheng with his clear black and white eyes, and said with some pride: "This play is called Ding Jiangshan. It talks about the founding of the Yan Kingdom. You don't even know this. It’s so embarrassing~”
I don't know how long it took, but the little boy suddenly broke away from An Zheng's arms, then stood there and bowed deeply to the people singing on the stage: "Thank you."
"I kill you."
"I do not want!"
"You can't escape, this is your fate!"
He said.
He raised his little finger and pointed at the old lady.
The clothes on his body fell apart with a pop, and he squatted there naked.
An Zheng took off his coat and wrapped it around the little boy and picked him up: "You can do it, no matter what time you are. No matter how dark the sky above your head is, the sun is always there, even if you can't see it. , but also keep the light in your heart. When you feel that it is really not what you want, you must learn to say no.”
"You can't escape, this is your fate!"
An Zheng's heart tightened, and he took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the little boy's tears: "Don't worry, no one will take you back today. I'll protect you."
Then the stage disappeared and everything became pitch black.
Then An Zheng discovered that they seemed to be back on the stage.
He raised his little finger and pointed at the old lady.
The old man nodded: "It's me."
The old lady shouted angrily: "I am your grandma! You actually dare to hide behind an outsider, and it is in vain that I have put so much thought into you. The family has paid enough to train you, why don't you do this? sensible!"
Tantai Che asked from behind: "Don't you want to start over? Don't you feel a pity that it ends like this?"
He said.
The moment he turned around, An Zheng felt that something was wrong. This is the charming world of a little boy. Whatever he thinks about will appear. After all, he is just a passerby. Just when An Zheng was worried, the door outside was suddenly kicked open, and a group of big men in black broke in from the outside, with ferocious faces. They strode forward, turning into skeletons as they walked, skeletons dressed in black. That way, it looked exactly like the singing and dancing skeletons An Zheng and the others had seen on the stage before.
An Zheng said: "It's not him you care about, it's just you, or the future of your so-called family. Since you are his grandma, have you ever thought about him as a grandma? You feel sorry for him Have you ever asked him what he likes? Do you know what he wants to do and doesn’t want to do? In his heart, you are not his grandmother at all, you are the devil he is afraid of. "
An Zheng took off his coat and wrapped it around the little boy and picked him up: "You can do it, no matter what time you are. No matter how dark the sky above your head is, the sun is always there, even if you can't see it. , but also keep the light in your heart. When you feel that it is really not what you want, you must learn to say no.”
Du Shoushou nodded, not even daring to say anything. The two of them didn't dare to get close and watched from a distance.
The little boy seemed to have relaxed his vigilance slightly. He looked at An Zheng with his clear black and white eyes, and said with some pride: "This play is called Ding Jiangshan. It talks about the founding of the Yan Kingdom. You don't even know this. It’s so embarrassing~”
An Zheng stood up and protected the little boy behind him.
Then the stage disappeared and everything became pitch black.
"I kill you."
Tantai Che asked from behind: "Don't you want to start over? Don't you feel a pity that it ends like this?"
The little boy nodded vigorously, and then shouted toward the sky: "I don't! I don't like it!"
He waved his hand.
The little boy squatted there holding his head: "I don't want any of them!"
"I do not want!"
Du Shoushou nodded, not even daring to say anything. The two of them didn't dare to get close and watched from a distance.
"Really?"
An Zheng took off his coat and wrapped it around the little boy and picked him up: "You can do it, no matter what time you are. No matter how dark the sky above your head is, the sun is always there, even if you can't see it. , but also keep the light in your heart. When you feel that it is really not what you want, you must learn to say no.”
The old lady pointed forward: "Chop him into pieces and feed him to the dogs!"
The old man nodded: "It's me."
An Zheng sneered: "It's different from you. You are in his heart, but I am not. Don't you think this is too much? How old is he? You are forcing him like this, and you will punch and kick him if he doesn't obey you. Even if you say you want to kill him, do you really care about him? Or do you just care about whether there is a successor in the family? This person can be anyone, as long as he is talented, it will be fine. You can just look for the next successor, right?"
The little boy squatted there holding his head: "I don't want any of them!"
The group of skeletons in black began to rush forward, and An Zheng patted the little boy on the shoulder: "Believe in yourself, you can drive them away."
He looked at An Zheng: "Thank you, if possible, I would like to say it a few more times. But I am about to end myself, I am about to end my life. When I came out of that dream, I knew that I What choice should I make? I don’t like everything here. If I could be reborn, I would like to be a child from an ordinary family. When I was a child, I would play in the mud, sneak into the river to take a bath, and then be picked up and beaten by the adults at home... That kind of beating shouldn’t hurt at all, right?”
An Zheng felt that the little boy was shaking harder and harder behind his back. He stretched out his arms to hug the little boy: "I won't let them beat you, nor will I let them force you to do something you don't like. Here is Your world is all your imagination. Believe me, only you can get these people out of your mind."
The old lady looked at An Zheng with a gloomy face.
The ferocious-looking old lady took a step forward, and stabbed down with the dragon-headed crutch in her hand: "How dare you! Don't forget that you are a descendant of the Gao family, and the blood of the Gao family flows through your body. What do you get now?" Everything is given to you by the Gao family. Food, drink, clothing, everything, including your life, is given to you by the Gao family! "If you want to leave now, you are a traitor!"
Du Shouxou pulled Tantai Che: "What's going on? Why are you back? Is this little guy the master of Xinmei? But he's only so old, it's impossible."
"Really?"
"I do not want!"
In mid-air, the old lady was still howling miserably.
Behind those black-clad skeletons, an old lady holding a dragon-headed crutch in her hand walked in slowly, her expression cold and frightening. She pointed at the little boy and said sternly: "Catch him back and beat him to death! You are an unlucky thing. The family has tried its best to train you so that you can become the hope of the family's future. Soon, you will be led by If you devote yourself to spiritual practice, you won’t have time to watch a movie!”
Du Shoushou nodded, not even daring to say anything. The two of them didn't dare to get close and watched from a distance.
He sat down next to the little boy: "But I don't know what this play is called."
The clothes on his body fell apart with a pop, and he squatted there naked.
The little boy squatted there holding his head: "I don't want any of them!"
Du Shouxou pulled Tantai Che: "What's going on? Why are you back? Is this little guy the master of Xinmei? But he's only so old, it's impossible."
The people on the stage looked at each other and at the same time bowed to the little boy: "Thank you."
An Zheng shook his head and smiled particularly kindly: "No, I also like to watch theater."
The clothes on his body fell apart with a pop, and he squatted there naked.
Du Shouxou pulled Tantai Che: "What's going on? Why are you back? Is this little guy the master of Xinmei? But he's only so old, it's impossible."
The old man nodded: "It's me."
The old lady looked at An Zheng with a gloomy face.
An Zheng felt that the little boy was shaking harder and harder behind his back. He stretched out his arms to hug the little boy: "I won't let them beat you, nor will I let them force you to do something you don't like. Here is Your world is all your imagination. Believe me, only you can get these people out of your mind."
A hurricane appeared and swept across like a furious dragon. The black-clad skeletons were swept into the hurricane as they rushed forward, and were crushed into powder in an instant. Moving forward in the hurricane, the old lady raised her hand to sweep away the hurricane, but after she raised her hand, she had no power at all. The hurricane swept across and carried her into the air.
The little boy was so frightened that he shrank into An Zheng's arms: "I don't want to go back, I don't want to practice... I just like going to the theater!"
As An Zheng tore forward with his hands, the night sky was torn apart. The black-armored warriors and monsters on the clouds dissipated one after another, turning into black energy, and finally disappeared without a trace.
The little boy seemed to have relaxed his vigilance slightly. He looked at An Zheng with his clear black and white eyes, and said with some pride: "This play is called Ding Jiangshan. It talks about the founding of the Yan Kingdom. You don't even know this. It’s so embarrassing~”
The moment he turned around, An Zheng felt that something was wrong. This is the charming world of a little boy. Whatever he thinks about will appear. After all, he is just a passerby. Just when An Zheng was worried, the door outside was suddenly kicked open, and a group of big men in black broke in from the outside, with ferocious faces. They strode forward, turning into skeletons as they walked, skeletons dressed in black. That way, it looked exactly like the singing and dancing skeletons An Zheng and the others had seen on the stage before.
The little boy seemed to have relaxed his vigilance slightly. He looked at An Zheng with his clear black and white eyes, and said with some pride: "This play is called Ding Jiangshan. It talks about the founding of the Yan Kingdom. You don't even know this. It’s so embarrassing~”
He looked back subconsciously, as if he was still worried about something.
An Zheng shook his head and smiled particularly kindly: "No, I also like to watch theater."
An Zheng took off his coat and wrapped it around the little boy and picked him up: "You can do it, no matter what time you are. No matter how dark the sky above your head is, the sun is always there, even if you can't see it. , but also keep the light in your heart. When you feel that it is really not what you want, you must learn to say no.”
"You can't escape, this is your fate!"
The little boy looked at An Zheng expectantly, and then shook his head: "The people in my family are very fierce, no one dares to offend them. You'd better go, big brother, I'm afraid it will hurt you. I'll watch for a while. , just watch for a while and I will go back by myself. If they find me, they will beat me very hard."
"Thanks."
The old lady said coldly: "This is my Gao family's housework, why do you interfere? Give you a chance to get out, or I will let you disappear."
In mid-air, the old lady was still howling miserably.
Gao Yuanshu smiled: "No, it's not the end, it's the beginning."
An Zheng laughed and said, "I have very little time and am too busy. Although I like to watch plays, I can't spare the time. So you can't laugh at me even if I don't know what the play is."
"Takatosuki?"
The song "Ding Jiang Shan" was still being sung on the stage. The little boy was lying on An Zheng's shoulder, babbling and learning to sing. He seemed to have relaxed a lot. The surroundings became calmer and quieter, as if nothing had happened. He lay there, with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes.
The song "Ding Jiang Shan" was still being sung on the stage. The little boy was lying on An Zheng's shoulder, babbling and learning to sing. He seemed to have relaxed a lot. The surroundings became calmer and quieter, as if nothing had happened. He lay there, with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes.
"Who are you?"
"Are you scared?"
An Zheng took off his coat and wrapped it around the little boy and picked him up: "You can do it, no matter what time you are. No matter how dark the sky above your head is, the sun is always there, even if you can't see it. , but also keep the light in your heart. When you feel that it is really not what you want, you must learn to say no.”
The little boy was born exceptionally beautiful. When An Zheng said this, his face darkened: "Actually... I'm just like you. I've been forced to practice by my family since I was four years old. I'm not even allowed to leave the house. I came out secretly. I like to go to the theater, but they don't allow it. Every time I sneak out to watch a theater, they will catch me back soon and beat me... They say that I am the future of my family and I don't have time to watch. These messy things can only be practiced and practiced again... But I am so tired, I don’t want to practice, and I don’t want to do anything about the future of my family.”
Du Shoushou nodded, not even daring to say anything. The two of them didn't dare to get close and watched from a distance.
He raised his little finger and pointed at the old lady.
As An Zheng tore forward with his hands, the night sky was torn apart. The black-armored warriors and monsters on the clouds dissipated one after another, turning into black energy, and finally disappeared without a trace.
"I never thought that one day I would be able to wake up from that dream. I can't even be sure which world is real. But fortunately... not everyone's heart is full of darkness. So I want to thank you. You, whoever you are.”
The old man raised his head and looked at the sun. The light made him cry, but he seemed not to care at all and kept looking at it.
"Thanks."
The little boy nodded vigorously, and then shouted toward the sky: "I don't! I don't like it!"
"Are you scared?"
The old man raised his head and looked at the sun. The light made him cry, but he seemed not to care at all and kept looking at it.
Tantai Che asked from behind: "Don't you want to start over? Don't you feel a pity that it ends like this?"
The hurricane dissipated and the old lady was never seen again.
"I never thought that one day I would be able to wake up from that dream. I can't even be sure which world is real. But fortunately... not everyone's heart is full of darkness. So I want to thank you. You, whoever you are.”
"Thanks."
Gao Yuanshu was obviously stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "It turns out that she put this sin on me. Everyone is just her pawn, at her mercy... The death of those children has nothing to do with me. Did she say it was for Those children I killed? No, she did it for herself. She should have died more than ten years ago, but she started to use such a sinful way to extend her life. All punishments are caused by the crimes she committed. But it will have nothing to do with me... You are all good people and should not die here with me. "
"You can't escape, this is your fate!"
Vaguely, An Zheng seemed to hear a child singing the part about establishing a kingdom in a childish voice.
Then the stage disappeared and everything became pitch black.
The group of skeletons in black began to rush forward, and An Zheng patted the little boy on the shoulder: "Believe in yourself, you can drive them away."
The little boy seemed to have relaxed his vigilance slightly. He looked at An Zheng with his clear black and white eyes, and said with some pride: "This play is called Ding Jiangshan. It talks about the founding of the Yan Kingdom. You don't even know this. It’s so embarrassing~”
The song "Ding Jiang Shan" was still being sung on the stage. The little boy was lying on An Zheng's shoulder, babbling and learning to sing. He seemed to have relaxed a lot. The surroundings became calmer and quieter, as if nothing had happened. He lay there, with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes.
An Zheng shook his head and smiled particularly kindly: "No, I also like to watch theater."
An Zheng walked over slowly. The little boy looked back at him, looking extremely frightened. He shrank back involuntarily: "Who are you? Are you trying to take me back to practice?"
An Zheng felt sour and rubbed the little boy's hair: "Don't worry, I said I would protect you, so no one will hit you again."
An Zheng felt sour and rubbed the little boy's hair: "Don't worry, I said I would protect you, so no one will hit you again."
He raised his little finger and pointed at the old lady.
An Zheng took off his coat and wrapped it around the little boy and picked him up: "You can do it, no matter what time you are. No matter how dark the sky above your head is, the sun is always there, even if you can't see it. , but also keep the light in your heart. When you feel that it is really not what you want, you must learn to say no.”
I don't know how long it took, but the little boy suddenly broke away from An Zheng's arms, then stood there and bowed deeply to the people singing on the stage: "Thank you."
The old lady said coldly: "This is my Gao family's housework, why do you interfere? Give you a chance to get out, or I will let you disappear."
It was a kind of incomprehensible darkness, as if it was an eternal night. But when An Zheng raised his head and looked at the sky, a golden light tore through the darkness and shot straight down from above. Gradually, the golden light became more and more, and the darkness became fragmented. A sun hung there, lighting up the surroundings.
An Zheng felt that the little boy was shaking harder and harder behind his back. He stretched out his arms to hug the little boy: "I won't let them beat you, nor will I let them force you to do something you don't like. Here is Your world is all your imagination. Believe me, only you can get these people out of your mind."
An Zheng walked over slowly. The little boy looked back at him, looking extremely frightened. He shrank back involuntarily: "Who are you? Are you trying to take me back to practice?"
The old lady shouted angrily: "I am your grandma! You actually dare to hide behind an outsider, and it is in vain that I have put so much thought into you. The family has paid enough to train you, why don't you do this? sensible!"
Du Shouxou pulled Tantai Che: "What's going on? Why are you back? Is this little guy the master of Xinmei? But he's only so old, it's impossible."
An Zheng asked.
An Zheng walked over and asked.
The people on the stage looked at each other and at the same time bowed to the little boy: "Thank you."
The little boy nodded vigorously, and then shouted toward the sky: "I don't! I don't like it!"
Gao Yuanshu smiled: "No, it's not the end, it's the beginning."
The sound is getting farther and farther away.
Tantai Che lowered his voice and said: "Stop talking. Now that the world of Xinmei has calmed down, it should have returned to the beginning of Xinmei. The little boy in this form may not be real, or it may be that the owner of Xinmei has begun to fantasize. Any drastic actions we take may unbalance the peaceful mind, so we should just watch it calmly. It seems that An Zheng has used his own state of mind to form a certain communication with this world of mind and charm, just watch. "
An Zheng felt sour and rubbed the little boy's hair: "Don't worry, I said I would protect you, so no one will hit you again."
An Zheng walked over slowly. The little boy looked back at him, looking extremely frightened. He shrank back involuntarily: "Who are you? Are you trying to take me back to practice?"
Then they saw an old man with white hair and beard lying there tiredly on a recliner made of dead wood not far away, looking at An Zheng with kind and grateful eyes.
Then the stage disappeared and everything became pitch black.
A hurricane appeared and swept across like a furious dragon. The black-clad skeletons were swept into the hurricane as they rushed forward, and were crushed into powder in an instant. Moving forward in the hurricane, the old lady raised her hand to sweep away the hurricane, but after she raised her hand, she had no power at all. The hurricane swept across and carried her into the air.
He looked back subconsciously, as if he was still worried about something.
An Zheng felt that the little boy was shaking harder and harder behind his back. He stretched out his arms to hug the little boy: "I won't let them beat you, nor will I let them force you to do something you don't like. Here is Your world is all your imagination. Believe me, only you can get these people out of your mind."
The old man raised his head and looked at the sun. The light made him cry, but he seemed not to care at all and kept looking at it.
Then An Zheng discovered that they seemed to be back on the stage.
"I kill you."
It was a kind of incomprehensible darkness, as if it was an eternal night. But when An Zheng raised his head and looked at the sky, a golden light tore through the darkness and shot straight down from above. Gradually, the golden light became more and more, and the darkness became fragmented. A sun hung there, lighting up the surroundings.
The little boy looked at An Zheng expectantly, and then shook his head: "The people in my family are very fierce, no one dares to offend them. You'd better go, big brother, I'm afraid it will hurt you. I'll watch for a while. , just watch for a while and I will go back by myself. If they find me, they will beat me very hard."
Then the stage disappeared and everything became pitch black.
The surrounding scene changed.
"Takatosuki?"
"Thanks."
An Zheng and the others returned to the yard. The leaves and branches in the sky disappeared, and the two persimmon trees returned to their original appearance.
Vaguely, An Zheng seemed to hear a child singing the part about establishing a kingdom in a childish voice.
Then they saw an old man with white hair and beard lying there tiredly on a recliner made of dead wood not far away, looking at An Zheng with kind and grateful eyes.
The old man nodded: "It's me."
Du Shouxou pulled Tantai Che: "What's going on? Why are you back? Is this little guy the master of Xinmei? But he's only so old, it's impossible."
"Who are you?"
"Thanks."
Du Shouxou pulled Tantai Che: "What's going on? Why are you back? Is this little guy the master of Xinmei? But he's only so old, it's impossible."
Behind those black-clad skeletons, an old lady holding a dragon-headed crutch in her hand walked in slowly, her expression cold and frightening. She pointed at the little boy and said sternly: "Catch him back and beat him to death! You are an unlucky thing. The family has tried its best to train you so that you can become the hope of the family's future. Soon, you will be led by If you devote yourself to spiritual practice, you won’t have time to watch a movie!”
An Zheng stood up and protected the little boy behind him.
The little boy became happy: "Then I'll finish reading Ding Jiangshan today, and I haven't finished it even once."
An Zheng laughed and said, "I have very little time and am too busy. Although I like to watch plays, I can't spare the time. So you can't laugh at me even if I don't know what the play is."
The people on the stage looked at each other and at the same time bowed to the little boy: "Thank you."
"I kill you."
He said.
The old man raised his head and looked at the sun. The light made him cry, but he seemed not to care at all and kept looking at it.
An Zheng stood up and protected the little boy behind him.
An Zheng took off his coat and wrapped it around the little boy and picked him up: "You can do it, no matter what time you are. No matter how dark the sky above your head is, the sun is always there, even if you can't see it. , but also keep the light in your heart. When you feel that it is really not what you want, you must learn to say no.”
His voice was old and hoarse, and extremely dry, as if he hadn't spoken for many years. He looked extremely old, as if he was at least seventy or eighty years old. He was leaning there, seemingly unable to move. A rotten smell belonging to an old man emanated from him, which was uncomfortable.
The old lady looked at An Zheng with a gloomy face.
He raised his little finger and pointed at the old lady.
"Takatosuki?"
The song "Ding Jiang Shan" was still being sung on the stage. The little boy was lying on An Zheng's shoulder, babbling and learning to sing. He seemed to have relaxed a lot. The surroundings became calmer and quieter, as if nothing had happened. He lay there, with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes.
The group of skeletons in black began to rush forward, and An Zheng patted the little boy on the shoulder: "Believe in yourself, you can drive them away."
He raised his little finger and pointed at the old lady.
The clothes on his body fell apart with a pop, and he squatted there naked.
An Zheng and the others returned to the yard. The leaves and branches in the sky disappeared, and the two persimmon trees returned to their original appearance.
An Zheng asked.
He raised his little finger and pointed at the old lady.
The clothes on his body fell apart with a pop, and he squatted there naked.
The old lady said coldly: "This is my Gao family's housework, why do you interfere? Give you a chance to get out, or I will let you disappear."
The clothes on his body fell apart with a pop, and he squatted there naked.
An Zheng walked over and asked.
The little boy shook his head, his face turned frighteningly white: "I... I'm afraid of her!"
Behind those black-clad skeletons, an old lady holding a dragon-headed crutch in her hand walked in slowly, her expression cold and frightening. She pointed at the little boy and said sternly: "Catch him back and beat him to death! You are an unlucky thing. The family has tried its best to train you so that you can become the hope of the family's future. Soon, you will be led by If you devote yourself to spiritual practice, you won’t have time to watch a movie!”
The old man nodded: "It's me."
Du Shouxou pulled Tantai Che: "What's going on? Why are you back? Is this little guy the master of Xinmei? But he's only so old, it's impossible."
"I kill you."
"I never thought that one day I would be able to wake up from that dream. I can't even be sure which world is real. But fortunately... not everyone's heart is full of darkness. So I want to thank you. You, whoever you are.”
Gao Yuanshu smiled: "No, it's not the end, it's the beginning."
The surrounding scene changed.
The old man raised his head and looked at the sun. The light made him cry, but he seemed not to care at all and kept looking at it.
An Zheng suddenly understood that this was what the little boy was afraid of, so even the performance on the stage changed. From singing an opera, it turned into a group of skeletons dancing a seemingly cheerful dance, but in fact it was a nightmare in the little boy's heart.
An Zheng and the others returned to the yard. The leaves and branches in the sky disappeared, and the two persimmon trees returned to their original appearance.
Then the stage disappeared and everything became pitch black.
An Zheng felt sour and rubbed the little boy's hair: "Don't worry, I said I would protect you, so no one will hit you again."
"Who are you?"
He raised his little finger and pointed at the old lady.
He looked at An Zheng: "Thank you, if possible, I would like to say it a few more times. But I am about to end myself, I am about to end my life. When I came out of that dream, I knew that I What choice should I make? I don’t like everything here. If I could be reborn, I would like to be a child from an ordinary family. When I was a child, I would play in the mud, sneak into the river to take a bath, and then be picked up and beaten by the adults at home... That kind of beating shouldn’t hurt at all, right?”
"I kill you."
"I never thought that one day I would be able to wake up from that dream. I can't even be sure which world is real. But fortunately... not everyone's heart is full of darkness. So I want to thank you. You, whoever you are.”
"Thanks."
He looked back subconsciously, as if he was still worried about something.
An Zheng walked over and asked.
Behind those black-clad skeletons, an old lady holding a dragon-headed crutch in her hand walked in slowly, her expression cold and frightening. She pointed at the little boy and said sternly: "Catch him back and beat him to death! You are an unlucky thing. The family has tried its best to train you so that you can become the hope of the family's future. Soon, you will be led by If you devote yourself to spiritual practice, you won’t have time to watch a movie!”
Du Shoushou nodded, not even daring to say anything. The two of them didn't dare to get close and watched from a distance.
He looked at An Zheng: "Thank you, if possible, I would like to say it a few more times. But I am about to end myself, I am about to end my life. When I came out of that dream, I knew that I What choice should I make? I don’t like everything here. If I could be reborn, I would like to be a child from an ordinary family. When I was a child, I would play in the mud, sneak into the river to take a bath, and then be picked up and beaten by the adults at home... That kind of beating shouldn’t hurt at all, right?”
Behind those black-clad skeletons, an old lady holding a dragon-headed crutch in her hand walked in slowly, her expression cold and frightening. She pointed at the little boy and said sternly: "Catch him back and beat him to death! You are an unlucky thing. The family has tried its best to train you so that you can become the hope of the family's future. Soon, you will be led by If you devote yourself to spiritual practice, you won’t have time to watch a movie!”
The group of skeletons in black began to rush forward, and An Zheng patted the little boy on the shoulder: "Believe in yourself, you can drive them away."
An Zheng's heart tightened, and he took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the little boy's tears: "Don't worry, no one will take you back today. I'll protect you."
The little boy became happy: "Then I'll finish reading Ding Jiangshan today, and I haven't finished it even once."
Tantai Che asked from behind: "Don't you want to start over? Don't you feel a pity that it ends like this?"
"Takatosuki?"
"Takatosuki?"
An Zheng shook his head and smiled particularly kindly: "No, I also like to watch theater."
"Thanks."
The old lady said coldly: "This is my Gao family's housework, why do you interfere? Give you a chance to get out, or I will let you disappear."
An Zheng took off his coat and wrapped it around the little boy and picked him up: "You can do it, no matter what time you are. No matter how dark the sky above your head is, the sun is always there, even if you can't see it. , but also keep the light in your heart. When you feel that it is really not what you want, you must learn to say no.”
He looked at An Zheng: "Thank you, if possible, I would like to say it a few more times. But I am about to end myself, I am about to end my life. When I came out of that dream, I knew that I What choice should I make? I don’t like everything here. If I could be reborn, I would like to be a child from an ordinary family. When I was a child, I would play in the mud, sneak into the river to take a bath, and then be picked up and beaten by the adults at home... That kind of beating shouldn’t hurt at all, right?”
Gao Yuanshu smiled: "No, it's not the end, it's the beginning."
"Takatosuki?"
The old man raised his head and looked at the sun. The light made him cry, but he seemed not to care at all and kept looking at it.
An Zheng felt sour and rubbed the little boy's hair: "Don't worry, I said I would protect you, so no one will hit you again."
An Zheng and the others returned to the yard. The leaves and branches in the sky disappeared, and the two persimmon trees returned to their original appearance.
The group of skeletons in black began to rush forward, and An Zheng patted the little boy on the shoulder: "Believe in yourself, you can drive them away."
"Takatosuki?"
The people on the stage looked at each other and at the same time bowed to the little boy: "Thank you."
Du Shaoshou snorted: "I don't like you, not at all. You killed so many children and young girls for yourself, you should have died long ago!"
Du Shoushou nodded, not even daring to say anything. The two of them didn't dare to get close and watched from a distance.
"Are you scared?"
Gao Yuanshu was obviously stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "It turns out that she put this sin on me. Everyone is just her pawn, at her mercy... The death of those children has nothing to do with me. Did she say it was for Those children I killed? No, she did it for herself. She should have died more than ten years ago, but she started to use such a sinful way to extend her life. All punishments are caused by the crimes she committed. But it will have nothing to do with me... You are all good people and should not die here with me. "
The little boy nodded vigorously, and then shouted toward the sky: "I don't! I don't like it!"
Gao Yuanshu smiled: "No, it's not the end, it's the beginning."
It was a kind of incomprehensible darkness, as if it was an eternal night. But when An Zheng raised his head and looked at the sky, a golden light tore through the darkness and shot straight down from above. Gradually, the golden light became more and more, and the darkness became fragmented. A sun hung there, lighting up the surroundings.
The old lady shouted angrily: "I am your grandma! You actually dare to hide behind an outsider, and it is in vain that I have put so much thought into you. The family has paid enough to train you, why don't you do this? sensible!"
His voice was old and hoarse, and extremely dry, as if he hadn't spoken for many years. He looked extremely old, as if he was at least seventy or eighty years old. He was leaning there, seemingly unable to move. A rotten smell belonging to an old man emanated from him, which was uncomfortable.
As An Zheng tore forward with his hands, the night sky was torn apart. The black-armored warriors and monsters on the clouds dissipated one after another, turning into black energy, and finally disappeared without a trace.
He waved his hand.
I don't know how long it took, but the little boy suddenly broke away from An Zheng's arms, then stood there and bowed deeply to the people singing on the stage: "Thank you."
The people on the stage looked at each other and at the same time bowed to the little boy: "Thank you."
The surrounding scene changed.
An Zheng's heart tightened, and he took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the little boy's tears: "Don't worry, no one will take you back today. I'll protect you."
"I never thought that one day I would be able to wake up from that dream. I can't even be sure which world is real. But fortunately... not everyone's heart is full of darkness. So I want to thank you. You, whoever you are.”
The old lady pointed forward: "Chop him into pieces and feed him to the dogs!"
The song "Ding Jiang Shan" was still being sung on the stage. The little boy was lying on An Zheng's shoulder, babbling and learning to sing. He seemed to have relaxed a lot. The surroundings became calmer and quieter, as if nothing had happened. He lay there, with tears still hanging from the corners of his eyes.
The little boy became happy: "Then I'll finish reading Ding Jiangshan today, and I haven't finished it even once."
The old lady looked at An Zheng with a gloomy face.
An Zheng and the others returned to the yard. The leaves and branches in the sky disappeared, and the two persimmon trees returned to their original appearance.
Then they saw an old man with white hair and beard lying there tiredly on a recliner made of dead wood not far away, looking at An Zheng with kind and grateful eyes.
The old lady looked at An Zheng with a gloomy face.
"I never thought that one day I would be able to wake up from that dream. I can't even be sure which world is real. But fortunately... not everyone's heart is full of darkness. So I want to thank you. You, whoever you are.”
Vaguely, An Zheng seemed to hear a child singing the part about establishing a kingdom in a childish voice.
Then they saw an old man with white hair and beard lying there tiredly on a recliner made of dead wood not far away, looking at An Zheng with kind and grateful eyes.
The old man nodded: "It's me."
His voice was old and hoarse, and extremely dry, as if he hadn't spoken for many years. He looked extremely old, as if he was at least seventy or eighty years old. He was leaning there, seemingly unable to move. A rotten smell belonging to an old man emanated from him, which was uncomfortable.
The hurricane dissipated and the old lady was never seen again.
The sound is getting farther and farther away.
A hurricane appeared and swept across like a furious dragon. The black-clad skeletons were swept into the hurricane as they rushed forward, and were crushed into powder in an instant. Moving forward in the hurricane, the old lady raised her hand to sweep away the hurricane, but after she raised her hand, she had no power at all. The hurricane swept across and carried her into the air.
The little boy nodded vigorously, and then shouted toward the sky: "I don't! I don't like it!"