Su Mo had heard of many kinds of crossings, including lightning strikes, electric shocks, falling into the water, and falling mountains.

He has also YY countless times what his journey will be one day, but when it comes to this day, he never thought that it would be such a situation now.

Hands fluttering, legs kicking, breathlessness, tongue sticking out......

Hanging! That's right, it's hanging.

I don't know how I crossed over, but after crossing over, it was certain that it was worn on this unlucky child who hanged himself.

In his previous life, as an associate subject teacher who taught elementary school art, he spent a lot of time on the Internet browsing topics that interested him, including various ways to die.

His eyes were black and his heart was beating like a drum, and Su Mo knew that he was not far from death.

As far as he knows, among the various ways of suicide in the world, in terms of the speed of death, hanging is definitely the best way to die. As for the odds...... It's 100%!

"Click~"

There was a certain weightlessness that was the last sound of the world he heard in his ears before he finally lost consciousness completely.

Before he even had time to curse, Su Mo "died" again with a deep sense of grievance and indignation.

The thoughts were in a trance, and there seemed to be some voices in the confusion, and it seemed that he could open his eyes, but the scene in front of him was vague and unclear, until he finally froze on an ugly face.

The skin is layered on top of each other, like a dried and wrinkled orange peel, covered with brown spots of varying sizes.

The gray and jagged beard around the jaw, a pair of triangular eyes showed indifference, and the cloudy eyes stared straight at it, as if looking at a piece of lifeless dead flesh.

Paralyzed, this is another time travel? Traveled to the other world, ran into a monster?

Su Mo cursed silently, and then, without thinking about it, punched out.

“…… The mouthpiece was injured a little, and the old man prescribed medicine, and after using it, it took half a day to work hard. Other...... Hmph, you have also seen it, and you still have the strength to beat people, what else can you do? The old man is gone, and you don't have to come to the old man to see the sick in the future, the old man can't afford to serve him!"

"Yes, yes, Chu Lao is angry, angry. The dog was almost alive and unconscious, and he asked Chu Lao to bear with me, and I asked for more forgiveness. ”

"Humph!"

A conversation between the two people sounded in the outhouse, and immediately, an old man and a young man walked out of the house. The young man is a middle-aged man, in his thirties, with a simple face, a short beard, and a thin body. Dressed in a brown straight jacket, the pulp is a little white.

At this moment, he was looking apologetic, and kept bowing, following the old man step by step, and Nuo Nuo was talking a little bit.

The old man held his head high, and his feet kept walking. Dressed in a green cloth robe, carrying a small medicine box on his shoulder, his face was covered with frost, and he didn't say a word. Only at the corner of his right eye, a bruise hangs......

The middle-aged man kept sending the old man out of the door, hunched over and waited for the old man to go away, and then he let out a long sigh of relief and straightened up.

But then he sighed again, and with a layer of worry on his face, he turned and strode into the house.

You are only 15 years old this year, and you will have a lot of time in the future, and you will have to take the test again next year. Just for this little bit of unhappiness, you urge you to commit suicide, you are happy, have you ever thought about being a father? If you have something, how can you let your father explain to your dead mother? You, you unfilial son......" The middle-aged man entered the room and sat on the edge of the couch, with regret and anger on his face.

Su Mo's eyes sparkled, and he looked at him innocently.

"You ......" the middle-aged man's full stomach choked up, "and rest, don't think about it anymore, Dad will make medicine for you." ”

He stood up, turned his head and wiped the corners of his eyes without leaving a trace, muffled a command, and strode out. After a while, a pungent smell of Chinese medicine wafted from the house.

Su Mo was completely awake at this moment, and the fragment's thoughts were intermittently picked up.

It's a crossing, that's for sure, although the process seems to be a bit tortuous.

This is the Ming Dynasty, the eleventh year of the Ming Dynasty. The body that is lodged is also called Su Mo, and he is only fifteen this year. The middle-aged man just now is the father of his life, named Su Hong, who seems to be a cultural person.

Well....Luodi's Xiu can be regarded as a cultural person, Su Mo is a little unsure of this.

As for the old lady, she died of dystocia as early as when Su Mo was born. The father and son depended on each other for their lives.

It is already difficult to survive in these years, Su Hong is a scholar, he can't pick his shoulders and can't lift it, and he is just an adulteration, not even a student, so some clerical and master jobs can't compete with others.

I had no choice but to find a tea doctor in the teahouse to make a living, read the Di newspaper to people every day, or recite some popular sayings and the like, and finally mixed a few big bucks every day, so that the father and son could barely survive.

Like all parents in the world who want their son to become a Chan, although Su Hong has no hope of entering school, he still hopes that his son can have a future.

So no matter how difficult the days were, not only did he start teaching his son to read and write since he was a child, but when Su Mo was eight years old, he still gritted his teeth and sent his son to children's school.

However, the ideal is good, but the reality is always cruel. may have inherited Su Hong's factors, although Xiao Su Mo studied very hard, he failed the two small exams.

When Su Mo crossed over, it was Xiao Su Mo's third county exam, but unexpectedly he was still named Sun Shan. It was also this time that Xiao Sumo's heart was completely broken, and he was ridiculed and ridiculed for a few words, so he couldn't think about it for a while, and after returning home, he looked for a short time.

Fortunately, he was young, not to mention his body, and the rope that hanged him was not strong, and after successfully strangling himself, the rope was already broken for the most part, which allowed Su Mo, who came to cross, to escape the bad luck of dying at the last moment.

After thinking about this verse, Rao was still in a cold sweat in this cold day in February, and secretly thanked all the immortals in the East and West in his heart.

The Chinese medicine is so bitter that after drinking it, the tongue is a little numb. Su Mo was very suspicious that this was the old guy surnamed Chu who was deliberately taking revenge on himself.

It's just hanging, isn't it really sick, do you need to drink medicine?

Su Mo, who has experienced countless ghosts in later generations, has never been afraid to figure out others from the most vicious angle.

If it were him, Baba would treat people, but in the end he was beaten into a panda eye, not to mention the bitterness of the medicine, it is estimated that he can have the heart of arsenic.

"How do you feel? Come, I cooked some porridge, ate it while it was hot, rested early after eating, and everything was fine after a good night's sleep. ”

Seeing his son grinning after drinking the medicine, Su Hong showed a relieved smile on his face. Helping Su Mo to sit up again, he turned around and brought a big bowl and said gently.

Su Mo had a very poor relationship with his father in his previous life, and he didn't talk to his father for more than ten years. The reason is not only that he has never enjoyed his father's love, but also because of his father's beating and scolding of his mother.

Therefore, he really didn't know how to treat the father named Su Hong in front of him. Fortunately, there was a reason why his throat was injured by hanging, even though he never said a word, he didn't let Su Hong notice anything unusual.

silently took the black pottery bowl, but his eyes were everywhere, but he couldn't help but be stunned.

Is this porridge?

Gray clouds floated on the surface, looking slimy, and as for the grains of rice, well, if I meant turning over a few spoonfuls to see, those obvious brown white spots.

The aroma of the porridge was completely absent, and the smell of green poles was full of the snorts.

Su Mo's eyes were a little straight, his throat squirmed twice, he looked at the bowl, and then looked up at Su Hong.

The...... Dad, are you sure this is...... Gruel?

Where did Su Hong know the thoughts of the precious son in front of him, seeing that he looked at himself again after reading the bowl, he thought that his son was worried about himself, and his face couldn't help showing a look of relief.

Although his son failed in his studies, this filial piety is really comforting. Look, we all know that we should ask my dad first when eating, which has never happened before. It seems that after this catastrophe, his son has understood the reason, and the ancestors have blessed him, but it is a great luck in misfortune.

"You can do it yourself, Daddy has already eaten it. Raising his hand and stroking the top of Su Mo's head, Su Hong nodded and smiled.

Have you eaten it?

Su Mo blinked, in fact, he really wanted to ask, did you eat the same as me? Just feeling the warmth of the big hand on his head, and then looking at the doting eyes that he had never seen in his father's eyes in his previous life, the darkness in his heart suddenly dissipated inexplicably.

He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, raised his lips, and poured it down.

The right to drink medicine, but the things of this era are all natural, and they are not green food.

Raised his hand and wiped his mouth, savoring the residual bitterness in his mouth, and handed the bowl to Su Hong. Su Hong stretched out his hand to take it, stroked his head again, turned his head to look at the sky outside the window, and said softly: "It's not early, sit down for a while and rest." ”

After that, he got up and walked out, but when he came to the door, he paused, looked back at Su Mo, was silent for a while, and then said with a smile: "Don't think about it, even if you don't study, you can do something else." ”

The voice was relaxed, but Su Mo clearly heard a silent sigh from it.

I sat silently for a while, unable to tell what it was like. There are mixed tastes, but there is a kind of heavy depression.

In a state of distraction, he simply moved his body and lay down, pulling over the thin and being covered by his head. Sleep! Maybe it's sunny when you really sleep.

He comforted himself indiscriminately.

There was no soft mattress underneath him, only a cold mat, rough and many. Tossing and turning, but I can't sleep.

The sky finally got completely dark, and when the night wind blew, the window paper on the window edge sounded, which made people feel more and more lonely and cold.

There were a few soft clicks in the outhouse, and then a dim halo lit up.

A strange sound vaguely drifted into his ears, and Su Mo got up, groped his way down to the ground, grabbed his shoes, and looked out through the cracks in the curtain.

There was nothing extra in the room, except for a stove, and only a table and two chairs in the middle of the room.

At this moment, a small candle was lit on the table. In the flickering candlelight, Su Hong sat at the table, holding a robe in one hand and a needle in the other, squinting close to the candlelight, and sewing awkwardly.

Su Mo knew that the robe was exactly what he wore during the day, because the cuffs were a little torn during the day. It was that crack that Su Hong sewed up.

Su Hong was very attentive in sewing, just sewing and sewing, suddenly stopped, frowned and rubbed his stomach, put down the needle, and picked up a pottery bowl from the table.

There seemed to be some muddy soup in the bowl, which could be clearly seen from Su Mo's angle, and the bowl of porridge he drank in the evening should be made from the same pot. It's just that this bowl is full of thin water, and there is no dry food.

Su Hong took a few sips first, then raised his head and drank it all. At the end, he looked at it by the candlelight, and then stretched out his tongue and licked it in the bowl carefully, until the whole bowl was clean and tidy, and then he put it down unsatisfied, patted his stomach, and showed a satisfied look on his face. Then, pick up the needle and thread again and continue to sew.

Su Mo looked at it blankly, only to feel that somewhere in his heart, he suddenly clenched it tightly, and the grip made him seem to be unable to breathe.

"You can do it yourself, Dad has eaten it. ”

The faint voice of the middle-aged man seemed to sound in his ears again, gentle and indifferent. That unfamiliar face, at this moment, suddenly turned into an endless tide, completely submerging Su Mo.

Gently climbing onto the bed again, Su Mo felt an uncontrollable tremble. Pull up the thin quilt and cover his head, for some reason, the mat under him seems to suddenly feel less obscene.

In February of the eleventh year of the reign of the Ming Dynasty, the night wind was still cold, but Su Mo didn't feel it at all.

There was a candlelight beating in his heart.

The candlelight was so bright, so warm......

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