After the hilarity, there was a long silence, Ye Ze and Cheng Mo were speechless, and they woke up in the morning, until this moment, they were convinced that this was not a dream, but a real shijie.

"Husband, we ...... Can't you go back? After a long time, Cheng Mo asked softly.

Ye Ze clenched his fists and shook his head with a heavy face: "I don't know." "According to the usual pattern of the current traversal novel, they probably, maybe, may have to be here for the rest of their lives.

"Uh......h Wow......" Cheng Mo threw himself into his arms, hugged his neck, and cried in a low voice, "I want to go home......"

Ye Ze's eyes were also red, he hugged Cheng Mo hard, buried his head on her shoulder, and gently patted the back of the person in his arms, and finally calmed down his mood for a while, before he cheered up and coaxed Cheng Mo, "Momo, don't cry, don't cry." ”

Cheng Mo raised his head from his arms, there were tears on his cheeks, and his eyes were red and pitiful. She raised her hand angrily to wipe her eyes, and gritted her teeth: "We have neither bitterness nor hatred, nor have we gone headless, you have not cheated, I have not climbed the wall, nor have you been given three by buddies or girlfriends, and we have not been surrounded by the best, the garage is complete, the savings are rich, the family is harmonious, and the life is happy, which meets the conditions for crossing and being reborn!" She reached out and grabbed Ye Ze's clothes, and said angrily: "You say, the bastard who made us cross is lame!" ”

Ye Ze hugged her and shook her gently, and coaxed softly: "That bastard must be jealous of us." ”

"Yes, it must be jealousy!" Cheng Mo nodded hatefully.

Ye Ze patted her and said deliberately relaxedly: "At that time, we were very lucky, we didn't dress as brothers and sisters, otherwise I would have cried to death." ”

Cheng Mo glanced at him angrily, "I don't have to worry about dressing as a brother and sister." ”

"Nani?" Ye Ze's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at her very aggrieved.

Cheng Mo reached out to pinch his face, "You are dressed as Lin Ruhai to moisturize, I don't know how many people have reported his grievances for him, crying and shouting to give birth to him as a little wife?" As far as I'm unlucky, dressed as Jia Min, you don't see those Red Mansion fandoms, no matter who is the protagonist, they all hack her, as if not black is not enough to show their sense of justice. ”

Ye Ze had never flipped through the romance novels that his wife loved to read, so naturally he didn't quite understand what Cheng Mo was talking about. He comforted and touched Cheng Mo's little face, "Good, aren't those all novels." ”

Cheng Mo thought about it, she lowered her head and held Ye Ze's hand, and whispered: "Fortunately, both of us have brothers, don't worry about no one to take care of your parents." ”

Speaking of this, Ye Ze's voice also lowered, "We should be more glad that the two of us don't have children, otherwise we will be more worried." ”

Cheng Mo put his backhand around Ye Ze's waist and comforted: "This time we can have our own children." ”

"Hmm."

The husband and wife hugged each other and sat for a while before they spoke out again: "Momo, although we have memories of the original body, most of the habits and rules are still very unfamiliar, let's get familiar with them quickly these days, don't show our feet." ”

Speaking of this, Cheng Mo thought of a very headache, "Husband, what can you put aside for that poem and lyrics, what should I do with your words?" You even write with a fountain pen like a dog, can anyone still recognize the writing with a brush? ”

"yes." Ye Ze patted his head, got up and drew circles in the room, modern people are used to computers, and they rarely have time to write.

"There are also piano, chess, and painting, Lin Ruhai is a standard talent, and he can do all of these." Cheng Mo flipped through the parts of Jia Min's memory about Lin Ruhai, all of which were praises. What kind of young talent, he won the show at the age of fifteen, and he is still a little three. What a versatile and good character! What is humble, filial piety and respect for friends, or something!

As soon as she said this, Ye Ze became even more anxious. Count the gap between himself and Lin Ruhai with his fingers: Qin, people play the guqin, he barely knows how to play the guitar, and when he was in college, he was illiteracy by his buddies in the same dormitory. Chess, the level of Go, should be able to enter the national team, and it is no problem to win a chess king. He would play backgammon, and if his wife didn't let go of the water, he would keep losing. Painting, Lin Ruhai Gongbi, freehand are fine, especially good at flowers. He can also draw, will be a comic!

"What to do? Momo. Ye Ze jumped to the side of the bed, took Cheng Mo's hand, and looked depressed, "I said now that I have amnesia, is it too late?" ”

Cheng Mo shook his head, "It's definitely too late." ”

"That'...... ......" Ye Ze was in a hurry, jumped up and said: "I'll go to the garden and fall now, hit my head on the stone, and say that I have a headache when it's over, and I can't remember anything." ”

How did he come up with such a whoosh idea? Cheng Mo suddenly felt anxious about her husband's IQ. "My dear, is this in ancient times, or is it empty, are you sure that after you hit your head, you won't knock Lin Ruhai's memory away? Besides, with such a delicate part of the head, you dare to hit it casually? IQ is in arrears again, right? ”

Referring to the three words of overhead, Ye Ze really felt that the future was dark, he sat back beside Cheng Mo dejectedly, and said in pieces: "Why are we unlucky, it's not good to wear there, wear this book, it's still an overhead novel...... Wait, wife, is Dream of Red Mansions written in the Qing Dynasty? ”

"Cao Heipang is from the Qing Dynasty, but Dream of Red Mansions is not the back of the Qing Dynasty, but those red scholars analyze that the novel alludes to the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty."

"It's over, it's not bad if it's really Qing Kang's Yong years, at least I know that Yongzheng is Kangxi's fourth son Yinzhen, even if he is an official, he can find a thick leg to hug. Even if it's the Ming Dynasty, I've finished reading "Those Things in the Ming Dynasty", although I don't remember much, at least who the emperor is, I know all the very important historical events. This is unclear, unclear, the emperor's surname is Xiao, I have never heard of it......"

"Emperor Qianming of the Great Zhou Dynasty, hehe......" Cheng Mo said that she didn't understand either, and the husband and wife looked at each other, and they both felt that the future was bleak.

Ye Ze is very depressed, he is obviously an otaku, he still studies German, his job is translation, aren't all people wearing history or Chinese graduates? "Wife, can I not go to the entrance examination? Looking at the Lin family's background, it should be good, but if it doesn't work, it will be okay to donate an official. ”

Cheng Mo pursed his lips and roughly thought about it, "Speaking of which, in ancient times, it was better to be an official, so there were many people who dared to provoke us." Speaking of which, we don't have dark eyes, I remember that Jia Baoyu's eldest sister Jia Yuanchun didn't become the emperor's little wife, let's pay attention, see that she enters the prince's mansion, that prince will definitely be the next emperor. ”

"Then how old is Jia Yuanchun now?" Ye Ze asked anxiously.

Cheng Mo glanced at him, "It hasn't been born yet." ”

Ye Ze: "...... It's slow! ”