Su Mo walked alone on the streets, surrounded by passers-by, but he always had a strange feeling, as if he was separated from these people by an invisible barrier. No, not only these people, but also the entire Wuqing County and the entire Ming Dynasty seem to be close at hand, but they are like a world apart.

This feeling made him a little detached, a little indifferent, and a little superior. But at the same time, it also made him ostracized and hostile to his inferiority.

This kind of contradiction that exists at the same time, but is diametrically opposed, made him a little trance for a while. Unexpectedly, I had the idea of abandoning the world, just thinking about escaping from this world and finding a place where no one was there for the rest of my life.

But it was only for a moment that he came to his senses. Shaking his head, he hurriedly put this strange thought away.

If you just woke up, if you had this thought. But now, he has an inseparable bond. Daddy Su Hong's fatherly love is smiling on his face, but in fact he is everywhere, Han Niu'er's simple but strong tenderness, Zhao Fengzhi's rare good face but regards him as a son and nephew's care, and the trust and expectation in the eyes of thousands of disaster victims outside the city when they look at him......

These, this kind of piece, all made him unable to break free anymore. I don't want to break free, I don't want to break free.

"Fuck me!"

He burst into foul language. He's meowing, he's going to hang himself to the sky, and he won't die for thousands of years! He's also a person who has died once, and he's even experienced this kind of bloody plot, and he's confused!

No matter what happens to him in the future, he will sing and act by himself, and go on with his heart. Whether Emperor Zhengde is messing around, whether it is Shengming, Liu Jin or something, whether the Eight Tigers are causing trouble, whether the traitors of the Manchu Dynasty are rampant, or whether the literati are fighting among themselves, they are all playing eggs! As long as you don't provoke Lao Tzu, let him die!

Lao Tzu only lives his own small life, whether he is a traitor or loyal in this world, whether he is as expensive as an emperor or as cheap as a beggar, with his own knowledge of more than 500 years, he can come up with means to deal with them one by one.

I will give sincerity to those who have done good to me, and I will fight back those who have done me bad. I don't believe it, with a dignified youth, with the horn of the protagonist's halo, can you still suffocate to death?

For Dad, for the silly girl, for Master Zhao, for those who cherish him, fight!

He figured it out in an instant, and he only felt that his body and mind were transparent, and there was an indescribable refreshment. The depression that was full of hearts before dissipated and became high-spirited again.

It's just that this mental journey, experienced on this lively street, is really not very timely.

Pedestrians on the street saw him sometimes glaring, sometimes gritting his teeth, clenching his fists and stomping his feet, what was wrong with this? No need to ask, it must be a nervous disorder.

How scary is the neuropathy, let's stay away.

Therefore, when Mr. Su strengthened his heart and regained his fighting spirit, he suddenly found that people all over the street cast strange glances at him. Those eyes were fearful, worried, and pitiful. Around him is like a magical invisible shield described in a fantasy novel, and everyone is far away from the old man, and they can't get close.

"Mother, that big brother is so weird. Stupid, can't he find his mother?Shall we help him?" A childish child's voice came from a nearby window.

Su Mo was very moved, what a good child.

"Broken child! The thief is bold, and he dares to mix in anything. That's a madman who knows no, be careful that the madman catches you, cooks and eats it. A woman's voice sounded, and a series of scolding fell into Su Mo's ears, and Su Mo was on the black line of his head.

I understand, I was crazy!

A certain neuropathy covered his face with his sleeve and ran away with his head in his arms. It's too embarrassing! It's too shameful! It's too shameful! It's too embarrassing!

Fantasy novels are really all nonsense, what walks among mortals, and suddenly realizes a smile on his face, Nima, the result of that is one: being insane!

Su Mo walked quickly under his feet, running through several streets in one go, until he turned into a secluded alley, and then stopped to rest. I was ashamed in my heart, so I had to be angry with the novel, hating and scolding.

"Big brother, are you sick? Are you coming to see a doctor?" a crisp child's voice came from behind him.

Su Mo's hair exploded.

Hell yes, what a lot of effort? Can it go so far? It's a few streets. Don't let people live? There is no human flesh in this era.

Try to relax yourself, try to adjust the muscles on your face, make a smile, and then slowly turn around.

"The little brother is good, the big brother is not a psychopath......"

Everywhere he looked, he was facing a pair of big clear eyes. The eyes are black and white, full of sympathy.

Looking left and right, it turned out to be a side door of a family. At this moment, at the ajar gate of the courtyard, there stood a boy about four or five years old. With clear eyebrows and simple clothes, the sympathy in his eyes became a little stronger when he heard Su Mo's self-defense.

Aung said that people who are sick say that they are not sick. The boy replied, looked at him, and added, "Ah Weng said, this is the same as those who are drunk and say that they are not drunk." ”

Su Mo froze with a smirk.

Which one is this Ah Weng? How do you teach a child? Come out, Lao Tzu will strangle him!

"Please come in. The boy ignored someone's grievances, turned sideways like a little adult, and stretched out his hand to invite guests.

Su Mo choked back with his belly full of words, looked at the child suspiciously, and then looked at the courtyard. Why is this kid just letting people into the house so casually? Not afraid of accidents? This adult is so irresponsible!

How to say it, as a people's teacher, Mr. Su is still very caring for children. Therefore, Teacher Su decided to talk to the adults and said that they should pay more attention to the safety of their children. At the very least, tell your child that you can't introduce strangers into your home.

Therefore, Mr. Su only hesitated slightly, and then stepped in.

Tong'er expressed great satisfaction with Mr. Su's obedient behavior. This can be seen from the excitement on his little face.

This is a two-way house. Turn around the wall, bypass the corner gate, and it is a small courtyard. There is a jujube tree planted in the small courtyard, and there is a table and a bench under the tree, on which is a book spread out. This made Su Mo couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

In this era, books are extremely expensive. Looking at the boy's dress, I thought he was a child from a poor family, but judging from this book, it is obvious that his understanding is a little biased.

The boy stepped forward, drew him to the table, dragged a small stool from under the table, motioned for him to sit down, and sat down opposite him, and then stared at him with a straight look.

Su Mo was a little baffled.

I faintly heard a sound of people coming from the other side of the room, intermittently unclear. The adults who thought they came to this house should be at home, probably because there were some guests entertaining, so the boy was left alone in the backyard.

"Ahem, this, um, tell the big brother, what's your name?" Su Mo felt so weird to be stared at so straight by a little kid. It's helpless, so let's just start talking first, understand the situation in general, and wait for this adult to come and talk.

"Oh, my name is Wei'er. The child's eyes rolled and he replied in a crisp voice.

"Oh, it's called Wei'er, Wei'er is so good. Su Mo gave full play to the teacher's kindness, smiled and nodded, ready to continue the talk.

"Well, alright, now, put your hands here, and I'll help you with the pulse. Wei'er had a small face, took the book, rolled it into a roll, and motioned for Su Mo to put his hand on.

Su Mo was speechless for a moment. Well, the relationship is a role-playing, and I can't take off the name of my illness.

He shook his head with a wry smile, wanting to show that he was good again. Wei'er was a little impatient, and her little hand gently tapped on the small table. That naturally means urging him to hurry up.

"Well, I said, Wei'er. Faced with this little bit, Su Mo could only obey for the time being, and said while putting his hand on the book as he asked.

Xiao Budian looked up at him, and his little eyebrows were tangled: "No, you should call me Wei Shen Doctor." You are the patient, I am the doctor. That's what the patients who come to my house call me Aweng. ”

Ahem, Su Mo almost choked to death from his own saliva.

I understand, this family turned out to be Langzhong. No wonder this little little dot first said that he was sick when he saw himself. Needless to say, this pulls yourself in, presumably because you are addicted to being a doctor, so you don't have to be sick.

"I'm talking about this Wei'er. "Understand that Su Mo really doesn't have time to accompany the child here, so even if he is ready to talk to his family directly, finish what he wants to say, and then leave quickly.

Xiao Budian's eyebrows were even more tangled, and he glared at him and said, "Do you refuse to let me help you see your illness? Do you not believe me? Do you think that I look down on me when I am young?"

asked three questions in a row, seeing that the big eyes were full of grievances, Su Mo's words that wanted to be said were held back again.

Children's minds are sensitive, and adults sometimes find it funny, and casual responses may hurt children's immature minds.

As an educator, Summer paid attention to this aspect almost instinctively. Hurriedly shook his head very politely, and said with a straight face: "How come? Wei'er is doing a good job." Very doctor-like. Well, you were staring at me just now, aren't you also helping me see a doctor?"

Wei Er was very happy to feel that the patient he picked up from the back door did not despise him, and answered his questions so seriously.

The big eyes lit up, and the eyes that looked at Su Mo were much kinder. The chicken on the little head pecked at the rice, clapped his hands and said, "Yes, yes, this is the hope of Wangwen and Cheri." The big brother is so smart, and he is really not sick. ”

Su Mo began to sweat on the door of his head. Wisdom is not sick. Whether it's good or not, no matter what, this sick hat has finally been taken off.

Before this feeling of happiness could be subsided, he suddenly saw Xiao Budian's face wrinkled like a bun, and said worriedly: "No, if the eldest brother is not sick, wouldn't Wei'er be wrong? Wei'er is a miracle doctor, how can he be wrong...... Oops, there is, the eldest brother is sick, and he was cured by Wei'er. Ha, big brother, isn't Wei'er's medical skills great?"

Xiao Budian finally found the crux of the problem and clapped his hands happily. The two big eyes flashed and looked at Su Mo, full of anticipation.

A bunch of black lines on Su Mo's head were set up, it's over, he is still sick! Looking at this posture, it still belongs to the final appraisal conclusion.

Su Mo was depressed, this nod was not, and neither was shaking his head. As he was struggling, he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps behind him, followed by an angry shout: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

With the words, before he could turn his head, he felt a gust of wind blowing, and a figure rushed over in an instant, pulling the small dot on the opposite side behind him, glaring angrily.

Su Mo had time to look up, but when he looked at it, his eyes suddenly widened, and he froze for a moment, and the two blurted out at the same time: "Why are you?!"

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