38-year-old Yang Chong stood on the bank of the Huangsha River and looked at the past affectionately, his eyes full of the shadow of his 18 years. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The sky was gray, and heavy lead clouds rolled endlessly in the distant sky, mixed with a sultry breeze through the Huangsha River east of Dayangzhuang, rustling the poplar leaves on both sides of the road. Yang Shuishui sat on the stone bench in front of the house, took out a dry tobacco pouch from his thin waist, handed it to his mouth and took a sip.

At the door of the room, Qin Xijian was holding a pot of emerald green wild vegetables, and was just about to go out to the river to clean up, when he saw Yang watering and lazy smoking, he was angry, so he stepped on a strong step and came to him, snatched the dry tobacco pouch, and knocked his head with a bang.

"Do you want to be a slacker? Go up to the ground and water it! ”

"Okay, okay, don't fight, I'll go!"

Yang watered his head with his hands raised, and kept begging for mercy in his mouth, and when he was far away, he hummed unconvinced: "This thief is really against the sky, if it weren't for the sake of not being able to beat you, I would have beaten you a long time ago!" Having said that, he didn't dare to stop, and honestly went to the field behind the village.

On the other side, Qin Xijian washed the wild vegetables, dried his hands with his apron, pushed the door and came to his house. I saw a handsome young man lying on the cold, black, and hard bed board, his face was like white paper, and his exhalation in his mouth was weak for a while.

Qin Xijian had a look of pity on his face, but his tone was still hard: "Stinky boy, when you reach the age of marrying a daughter-in-law, you still lie on the bed like a dead dog and can't get up, do you want your father and mother to support you for a lifetime?" She sat down on the edge of the bed, picked up the cold Chinese herbal soup on the table, and fed it into the boy's mouth one by one.

However, the medicinal soup always overflowed from his mouth, and Qin Xijian scolded angrily: "Little rabbit cub, are you rebelling? ”

"Drink, you give me a drink! Drink it all! ”

As he spoke, he opened his mouth and poured all the medicinal soup into it.

The young man was indifferent to this, or he was unconscious, his mouth could not be opened after all, and the medicinal soup naturally could not be poured into it again. Qin Xijian broke and broke, and bean-sized tears suddenly surged from his eyes, dripping down his cheeks and in the soup bowl, making a very slight snapping sound, and the room was suddenly quiet, followed by a slight convulsion and choking.

The boy had been asleep for seven days.

His name is Yang Chong.

He is the youngest son of Qin Xijian and Yang Watering.

Just when Qin Xijian thought that his son's condition was still not improving today, he didn't know that a struggle related to fate was taking place in Yang Chong's body.

A strange soul with starlight all over its body and Yang Chong's main soul began a battle, trying to fight for the dominance of the body.

"I am here by the constitutional order of the Galactic Marshal, and I am tasked with the important task of accelerating the evolution of the earth's civilization, and I hereby requisition your body in accordance with the authorization of the Galactic Crossing Law."

Immediately after that, the light bloomed, and the starlight swept towards Yang Chong's soul. However, for some reason, Xinghui did not cause the slightest damage to Yang Chong's soul, but was like a nourishing elixir, a trace of it penetrated into his body, and the strange soul was actually devoured by Yang Chong. Yang Chong, who couldn't understand this, naturally widened his eyes and was dumbfounded. However, after a trance, I was surprised to find that a game called "Simulation World" had been implanted in my mind.

Strangely, this game actually encompasses the entire earth, which can be called a 100% replica restoration.

He tried to enter the game as a player, but fortunately he was not hindered, and the first thing that caught his eye was the game's homepage.

The home page is divided into four sections, which are "Sim Village", "Sim City", "Sim Country", and "Sim World". Except for the first option, "Simulated Village", which can be selected, the rest are grayed out and appear to be available only after completing the advanced requirements. According to the logic of the game, it should be from the village to the world, and the simulation range gradually expands.

He clicked on the "Simulated Village" entry.

The screen flows, and what appears in front of you is a map of the world, which can be zoomed in or out.

System prompt: [Please select a simulated village]

Yang Chong tried to focus the map on ****, and then chose the village where he was located.

System prompt: [Please confirm, simulated village, Dayangzhuang]

Yang Chong clicked to confirm without a doubt.

The game suddenly sounded a pleasant starting sound, like the crisp sound of wind chimes swaying with the breeze, and then the game screen disappeared, and what appeared in front of Yang Chong again was a figurative sand table. It floats leisurely in the air, small and delicate, perfectly simulating the hologram of Dayangzhuang from the sky to the land for nearly 300 miles. Among them, the Huangsha River in the east of the village and the small hills and mountains in the west are vividly depicted.

By magnifying the sand table, Yang Chong could see everything that was happening in the village at this time.

A big yellow dog is lying on his stomach and resting in the sun; On the road of the nearby loess village, some urchins sang nursery rhymes and happily ran home from the school; An old man with a red stripe on his upper body led an old ox and leisurely ate grass on the green grass; The widow of the king, who was notoriously riotous at the head of the village, was jumping out of her neighbor's house in rags, followed by a thug woman with a rolling pin......

Yang Chong couldn't believe it.

Could it be that this sand table is actually real?

As he was thinking, a loud exclamation suddenly sounded in his mind, and he felt that his face was wet, as if he had been immersed in water. Unconsciously opened his eyes suddenly, only to see Qin Xijian lying on his head, crying hoarsely.

"My son! God, why don't you open your eyes! ”

After a pause, Yang Chong's consciousness gradually cleared up, and he couldn't help but feel a little warm in his heart, so he said softly: "Mom......"

Qin Xijian was still crying, and suddenly heard a soft groan, and suddenly felt like an electric shock, motionless, and then pinched his arm and face, and moved away from Yang Chong's body in a posture of an old turtle.

"Little Rush ......"

She looked at Yang Chong, who had opened her eyes and looked directly at her, in a daze, still feeling incredulous: "Xiao Chong, are you really awake?" ”

"Well, I did wake up." Yang Chong smirked, "Mom, your snot has been wiped on my face!" ”

"You little bastard, you can scare the old lady to death!" Qin Xijian angrily raised a fan-like slap towards Yang Chong's shoulder, but when he fell, he became fluttering like catkins, and his mouth still complained without falling down, "Your parents are about to be scared out of mental illness by you these days, you stinky boy, do you think we have a long life?" ”

Yang Chong naturally knew that Qin Xijian had a tofu heart, and the heart-wrenching cry just now had already betrayed her pretense of being strong, but he would not intentionally debunk it, knowing that his mother was strong and domineering for a lifetime, if he suddenly changed his temperament, it would be called a big deal, so he felt the preciousness of family affection and smiled warmly.

"Mom, I'm grown up, and I'll never worry about you anymore."