In early spring, the West Lake in Hangzhou is a little cool. And not far from the West Lake, a voice that does not match the spring mood sounded in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion of the somewhat famous JI Courtyard, "You dead man, crying early in the morning is going to smash the old lady's rice bowl!" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw an old woman dressed in a beprising fashion and unable to hide her wrinkled face, swinging her fat bucket waist and walking into a side room on the far side of the second floor.

In the room, a woman with tears on her face sat beside the carved bed, looking at a little boy of seven or eight years old lying on the bed, her eyes full of sorrow and expectation.

The woman sitting on the edge of the bed looked at the old woman who walked into the room, a look of fear and worry on her face. Turning his face to look at the child lying on the bed, he said with a firm expression: "Mom, Dafa is still in a coma last night, and I, I can't help but cry." Ask the mother to be merciful and find a doctor to show the child. ”

It turned out that this old woman was the old bustard of the famous JI Institute in Hangzhou City, and I saw the old bustard and said: "Qiuyue, Mom, I have taken in this little bastard with compassion, eating, drinking, and feeding the little ancestor for more than eight years, tell me how long you haven't received guests." Now this little bastard is half-dead, and he can't rely on me. ”

The old bustard's eyes were full of disgust, and then he said: "There is a girl with a child to pick up guests, you are the only one. I don't know if it's the kind left by the stinky and shameless one, and now it's become a burden to the old lady. I said earlier that you would give away this little wild seed, you don't want to live or die, now the world is unstable, and I can't make ends meet. Let's say that this little bastard is only a big bet, and being beaten half to death is also his own creation. ”

Seeing the old bustard's disgusted attitude, Qiu Yue knew that there was not much hope, and the louder the cry became, she spread it on Da Fa and touched her face.

"What about early morning mourning? This kiln is dead, or what's wrong. "There were a few very unfriendly voices outside.

When the old bustard heard this, he said sharply: "Qiuyue, quickly close your crow's mouth, and disturb the guests to see how the old lady cleans you up." ”

Qiu Yue looked at the old bustard's face and was so frightened that she didn't dare to let it out, and suppressed her voice to mourn and cry tears.

Suddenly, "It hurts, it's crushing Lao Tzu!" A child's voice rang out. Da Fa, who was lying on the bed, sat up violently. Frightened, Qiu Yue also bounced, and the sadness on her face disappeared and was replaced by happiness.

The old bustard glared and turned to leave, muttering in a low voice as he walked, but it must not be a good word.

Dafa looked around blankly, "Mom, where is this?" What's the situation? Then there was an explosion of pain in his head, which made the newly awake big dog fall unconscious again.

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When Daihatsu woke up again, he had already fused two memories. Looking at everything in front of him, Dafa couldn't believe it, he had crossed!

Before the crossing, Wang Zhe was a student of a third-rate pheasant university, and slowly recalled that in his previous life, his parents were elegant people, and he was a role model for other children from childhood to adulthood. You can start in high school and start a rebellious period to learn badly, fight, and skip school to surf the Internet. The third-rate university I went to was also obtained by my parents who begged their former classmates with a cheeky face.

After entering a third-rate university, he gave up on himself, and he didn't take a single class, but he died suddenly in front of the computer in the Internet café, thinking of his parents' eager eyes, Wang Zhe shed tears of remorse. Now that I've crossed over, I don't know what will happen to my parents? and his younger brother, who is three years younger than himself, can't learn from himself, which makes his parents heartbroken.

Maybe it's retribution! After reading countless time-traveling novels, sometimes I think I am a member of the time-traveling army. Thousands of clothes, others are not princes or officials, children of rich families, poor Confucian students or others, at least no matter how bad the birth is, it is good.

But I actually crossed over to JI Academy, and I still didn't know that the seeds donated by the cheap dad took root and sprouted like this.

Her current mother is still a girl. Pathetic! God, are you playing with me, or are you going to travel me back, but everything is so hopeless.

Now the small body that is crossing is only more than eight years old, and his mother's surname is Wan, and he has given himself a very domineering name Wan Dafa, hoping that he can make a fortune.

Which one of the people haunted in this fireworks willow lane is a serious person, the predecessor was only eight years old and learned to steal chickens and dogs, slip and play tricks, and earn some money by going out to run errands, and actually went to the gambling house. Although he is a little small-handed, he doesn't dare to make a move where the gambling house is. And there were not a few big money to lose, and even coaxed and deceived to borrow the money from the seal, and finally was beaten half dead by the gambling house, and was picked up by himself who died suddenly.

Phew, this is a cheap one, and it's a good one to cross. As soon as I thought of this, my head ached. The other soul had not yet fused, and the voice resounded throughout his head, startling Wang Zhe.

After passing through that time, I will live again, no matter what I was born, living is hope and happiness. Actually, if I cross over, then live well for you, and honor your old lady for you, from now on I will be Wan Dafa. Thinking of this, another soul disappeared without a trace in an instant, and I felt a sense of relief.

Wan Da got out of bed with a slight twist, ready to move and tighten. The aches and numbness all over the body seem to be the sequelae of the beating.

Picking up the kettle and just taking a sip of water, Qiu Yue, who had been out for a while, came in through the door, "Dafa, your injuries are not healed, hurry up and lie back and rest." His eyes were full of eagerness.

Wan Dafa will be a little wilted, and he still can't get used to the mother standing in front of him for a while.

"I'm fine, get out of bed and move. Lying down, my whole body was a little sour," Wan Dafa said with a grin, but his face was a little embarrassed.

Qiu Yue complained distressedly: "Go back and lie down, my mother will boil medicine for you." With that, he took the herbs he had just bought and prepared to go out

Wan Dafa inherited the memory of his predecessor, knowing that the mother in front of him was not tall, and he was not a frequent customer, so he often couldn't make ends meet for himself. I couldn't help but ask, "Don't we have no money?" The money came to grab the medicine. ”

Qiu Yue's expression was gloomy and said, "My mother took the bracelet as a bracelet, okay, don't think about this first." ”

Wan Dafa was silent, this mother and his mother had the same selfless love for herself. I actually took the last bit of value as a pawn. Wan Dafa's grandfather, who is Qiuyue's father, is still an old showman, and his grandfather died of illness on the way to find relatives, and the old lady Qiuyue could only sell herself to bury her father, Qiuyue's mother didn't hold on to it when she gave birth to Qiuyue, and it was a tragic story.

Looking at the mother who was eager to go out to boil medicine for herself, Wan Dafa lay on the bed and thought about the things in front of him, no matter what, he first found a way to get some money and stabilize the life in front of him, and he couldn't leave his mother in this kind of place.

After a while, Qiu Yue came back with the decoctioned medicine, followed by two girls who had a better relationship, and they came to visit Wan Dafa.

Under Qiu Yue's eager eyes, Wan Dafa pinched his nose and drank the sour and bitter herbal soup.

The two girls taught Wan Dafa a very good verbal lesson, and when they left, they left a few eldest sons, and asked Qiuyue to buy a few meat buns for Wan Dafa to eat. It seems that there are good people everywhere, who said that the table is ruthless and the drama is meaningless. These words are not necessarily true.