"Have you heard that the boy from the old Moore family was hit by a horse."
"Poor child, if I remember correctly, he is only thirteen years old this year, and I am afraid he will lie in bed for the rest of his life."
"You are talking about the situation a few days ago. The new news is that Roy's child has woken up, but unfortunately there seems to be a problem with his brain, standing in the yard all day in a daze."
Several farmers stood on the ridge and whispered. Just behind them, a tall middle-aged man quietly put down his hoe and clenched his fists, his face full of anger and helplessness.
He is the old Moore in the mouth of the farmer, and he is also a humble mud-legged man. He has spent half his life farming the land peacefully, with ordinary appearance, incompetence, and no family property. Only at the age of twenty-three was a woman who did not dislike him willing to marry him.
The couple had children until they were twenty-five years old. In this world, in this era, there are many people who become parents at the age of 15 or 16. They can no doubt be called older parents. They are naturally extremely caring for this child, and they are reluctant to let him work in the fields on weekdays.
Their child, Roy, is also obedient. He is quiet and quiet, without fighting or making trouble. He always has a shy smile, which is completely different from those little bastards who run wild all day in the village.
"What a sweet boy..."
Thinking of this, Old Moore was even more in pain. The good times didn't last long. Just four days ago, a woman galloped past the village on horseback, and happened to rub poor Roy, who passed out at that time.
The crappy herbalist in the village could not detect any trauma. What was even more surprising was that the child woke up naturally after being in a coma for a day. Then, like a different person, his eyes were dull, he didn't speak, and he didn't answer, just staring at the sky in a daze.
like a fool!
"Ah..." Old Moore was worried about his son. Seeing that it was getting late, he trotted home with a hoe in hand.
The houses in the village are all made of thatch and wood. They are simple and dilapidated. It seems that a gust of wind can blow the houses away. The entire village is very small, with only about a hundred households.
The old Moore's house was at the far west of the village. It was noon at this time, when the sun was the brightest, a small figure was facing the dazzling sun in the sky without blinking, like a soulless puppet .
In the yard next to him, a peasant woman with rough skin was bending over to feed the chickens.
"What should I do if I stare at the sun and hurt my eyes? Susie! Didn't I tell you to look at the child? Look at what he is doing!"
Old Moore rushed into his small courtyard overgrown with weeds, put his arms around the child's waist and placed him in front of the threshold, touched his small black head, and showed a hint of warmth on his dry yellow face.
"Little Roy, listen to Dad and don't do such stupid things in the future."
"Huh? Dad..." A while ago, Roy, who woke up, ignored what Old Moore had said, but today, his delicate face was turbulent, his confused eyes became clear, and his mouth opened and closed. write,
"Luo Yi... Roy... By the way, my name is Roy now."
"Did the child speak?" The farmer put his ear to his son's mouth in surprise.
He finally made sure that the son who didn't speak for three days and three nights didn't become mute.
"Susie is coming, my son has spoken, don't be too busy feeding those animals!"
After this exclamation, the peasant woman hurried in from the door.
The two couples hugged Roy from left to right, and when they heard him call out their names, tears filled their eyes.
And Roy took a serious look at his parents in this life - old Moore and Susie. Their faces were ordinary, they wore old clothes woven of linen, their skin was rough, their bodies were thin and overworked, and they showed the simplicity and rusticity of rural peasants.
"These are my parents."
Roy's eyes were sore, his heart was suddenly touched, and he wrapped his arms around the couple's shoulders.
At this time, in his mind, two completely different memories were completely merged. He is not only Luo Yi, an 18-year-old high school student from Earth China, but also the son of a farmer in the small village of Caye in Lower Posada, on the southern border of this different world called Adian.
As Luo Yi, his parents died unexpectedly, and he dropped out of school and stayed at home. He was resigned to indulging in the virtual world of games.
It can be called the death of both parents, no car and no money, addicted to games, sooner or later.
Roy, although the son of a lowly peasant, lived a poor life, but he enjoyed his long-lost affection.
"I play games so crazy, just to make up for the emptiness in my heart."
"This is an opportunity that God gave me to make up for." Now, he has inherited all Roy's memories and feelings, and naturally has a blood-related closeness to the couple.
"Roy, what happened to you the other day? Worry about us!"
"I... I was terrified by the horse, I remember being scared all the time, I don't know anything else... "
"What nonsense!" Old Moore yelled at his wife, rubbing Roy's head lovingly, "The child is fine, just fine..."
After soothing his emotional parents, Roy began to look around at his new home and smiled wryly.
Surrounded by pitted walls, in addition to a fireplace, an iron pot, two or three tables and chairs, and two "beds", if the ground is covered with a layer of hay and cloth, it can also be called a bed. .
It didn't take long for the woman to prepare her lunch, a few dry and hard breads that looked like misshapen taro, an egg, two salted fish, and a thick stew of various vegetables such as potatoes. soup. The important thing is that there are no seasonings. In this family, if you want to eat some salt, it is considered a luxury.
Roy took a bite out of the weirdness in his heart, "What do you care about? It was not easy to eat such natural and pollution-free vegetables in your previous life."
Perhaps it was the instinct of this body that was affecting him, and he quickly accepted the taste of the food smoothly. In addition, he hadn't eaten much in the past few days, so he was so hungry that he didn't care to devour it.
Meals, which were not many, were rapidly dwindling.
"Eat slowly, boy, and stop choking."
The couple on the side looked at their son with a smirk and kept adding food to him, but they didn't move the small pot of food much.
Just an occasional bite of salted dried fish.
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In the afternoon, Roy's face turned serious after waiting for Old Moore and Susie to discuss killing a chicken at night to make up for his son's body and leaving home.
Adian, who used to be addicted to The Witcher 3, how could he not know
"One of the four northern kingdoms, this is the world of witchers, wizards and monsters."
In this world, in this era, bandits, monsters, diseases, and natural disasters are rampant, and people's lives are so difficult.
"Without power and power, you can't tell when, bad luck will come."
According to the memory of the ontology in his mind, it was 1260.
If nothing else, three years later, the majestic Nilfgaardian Emperor Emhyr Enris, who is called "the white flames flying on the grave of the enemy", will launch the first Northern War. Although the war began in the far west of Lower Posada, the Kingdom of Sintra, who can guarantee that no deserters will come here to make trouble.
And seven years later, in 1267, the Second Northern War broke out, and Aden was not spared.
"What ability do I have, and what should I do? At least protect Old Moore and Susie." The 13-year-old Roy has little time to use.
However, he did not travel in vain when he traveled to this world. Like many travelers, he brought a golden finger.