"I still want to go back, you see that my parents are in their fifties, just a son like me, now the white-haired people send the black-haired people, who will give them the old age in the future!" Xiaoshuang took a glass after speaking, and couldn't help but hold the table and cry.

"Child, it's not that Daddy won't help you. If you are reincarnated, by the time you reach the age of one or twenty, your parents will be gone. If you go back directly, you will have to change your life against the sky, and throughout the ages, there are few people who can do it! This is not something that a small judge of mine can do. Liu Qingshan spoke earnestly, digging out his liver and lungs.

"That's still possible, think about it, and find out that little possibility!" Xiaoshuang found the loophole in Liu Qingshan's words, broke into a smile, wiped a handful of tears and said.

Liu Qingshan suddenly sat up straight, his face returned to the majesty of being a judge, and said cautiously: "More than ten years ago, Heavenly Court issued a mission, and people were selected at that time, but there has been no progress so far. Two years ago, this task was sent down again to continue to be done, but you have to choose a person who is all-round in civil and military affairs and is worthy of a great responsibility to do it, can you do it? In case you mess up, the immortals of the heavenly court will be furious, and you will be in danger of being scattered and wiped out, do you still decide to do it? Child! ”

Liu Qingshan looked a little reluctant.

"Do it, why don't you do it, I think your son and I are also the people who inherited your Taoism, and I am also proficient in all Taoist techniques, and I am a fart if I am a civil and military all-rounder, but I am just unlucky, and there is no place for heroes, you give me a place to use it, and it is not a lot of noise."

Xiao Shuang started talking and boasted, treating the Heavenly Court task as nothing, I don't know if it was the ignorant who was meaningless, or if he really wanted to go back.

"You're sure you're going."

Liu Qingshan cautiously confirmed again.

"Sure."

Xiaoshuang replied firmly.

"That's good."

Liu Qingshan confirmed, and shouted outside the door: "Ma Mian, you bring me the mission documents of the Heavenly Court, let the young master sign and draw the pledge, and immediately send them to Lao Cui, so that he can keep the young master's body."

"Yes, sir." A buzzing voice replied.

As soon as Xiaoshuang and his father finished another glass of wine, Ma Mian brought a golden paperwork, spread it on the table in front of him, and smiled and smiled.

"Young master, do you want to tell you about it?"

In this case, Xiaoshuang still had the heart to listen to his explanation, and only hoped that he would leave quickly, so he turned his face to the other side and replied impatiently: "You just need to tell me where to sign and draw." ”

Seeing that he didn't have the heart to listen to his explanation, Ma Mian pointed to a place with his thick fingers, and handed over a friend of brushes with the other hand.

Xiao Shuang turned his face sideways, and signed his name Zhen Wushuang along the thick index finger of the horse's face, and then inked and pressed a big finger print.

Ma Mian quickly put away the paperwork, and quickly turned around and went out to find Lao Cui.

"Daddy, tell me about the mission."

Xiaoshuang didn't listen to Ma Mian just now, and he signed and drew without reading the content of the task paperwork, just because he still had his father to rely on. As soon as Ma Mian left, he asked.

"Well, I'll tell you about it. The main content of the task is known only to the person who signed the specific task, and no one else can see it. Including me.

You just need to remember one thing, when performing a specific task, no matter what dangers and difficulties you encounter, even if it is a life and death crisis, you can't say the content of the task, as long as you say it, your soul will be scattered, don't forget.

I only know some of the peripheral conditions of this mission, the content of this mission is to give you thirty years, to another planet to complete the task you accepted, there have been people for more than ten years before, and there is no progress at all now, so the task is put down again, for the sake of prudence, it has been pressed for another two years, it is estimated that it is not easy to do!

Let's live well in the past! If you live for another thirty years, it is enough. Don't you want to be rich and handsome? Daddy can satisfy you both, say it! ”

It's over, it's over, the last glimmer of life was blocked by his own mistakes, and the possibility of calling back Ma Mian at this time is almost zero, looking at his hard work, it is impossible to stop halfway, I'm afraid the documents are now delivered to heaven. It's bad luck.

But if you can live for 30 years on another planet, you must have a better life.

"I want all three." Xiaoshuang shamelessly replied.

"The middle of the day is the sun, the moon is full and the loss is lost, everything can not be too perfect, two things, you can only promise two things."

Liu Qingshan obviously doesn't have much hope for Xiaoshuang anymore, but just fulfills his obligation to be a godfather to his son and fulfills his son's last wish.

Gao Fu Shuai didn't have to do it, so be a Gao Fu, hey, that's not very ugly, it made Xiaoshuang think of horse noodles, no, no.

Where to be a rich handsome, no, no, I was very handsome, but I was not rich, like Wu Dalang, there is nothing to look at, especially the green hat on Wu Dalang's head, which makes Xiaoshuang remember it vividly. : Besides, you can't leave regrets in height, so be handsome!

Xiaoshuang struggled in his heart for a long time, and finally squeezed out the word handsome.

"Okay, meet you, I'll arrange it." Liu Qingshan replied.

Xiaoshuang was very satisfied with this, and proposed in a good mood: "Let's talk about it, and see if your rhythm has fallen, Daddy." ”

"Okay, I haven't moved my hand for a long time, so I guess my hand is a little rusty."

After speaking, he cleared the dishes and chopsticks, took out seven teacups from the ground, poured some tea in different shades, picked up the chopsticks and tapped them gently, and adjusted the sound.

Xiaoshuang also skillfully removed the erhu from the bookcase, started with "Erquan Reflecting the Moon", adjusted the tone, and felt too sad, so he changed to a song that fits the atmosphere of "Will enter the wine"

Xiaoshuang pulled up the erhu, sang up, Liu Qingshan tapped the teacup, beat the beat, and gently echoed.

You don't see, the water of the Yellow River, coming from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning

You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.

I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone.

Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink.

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, will enter the wine, and the cup will not stop.

Sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time.

The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name.

In the past, King Chen feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years.

What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman.

Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you.

A desolate and heroic Chu song echoed in the room, and unlike Mr. Chen Yonghai's guitar version of Jiang Jinjiu, the erhu version added a sense of tragedy.

A surgical cart was launched in the emergency room of the Liangcheng People's Hospital, on which lay a young man covered with a white cloth, with only his head exposed.

"Who are the patient's family." A doctor wearing a white drape and a mask shouted.

"I'm, I'm the patient's father, what's wrong with my son, does it matter?"

Zhen Shi, who had been waiting anxiously outside the emergency room, asked anxiously.

The little mother ran to the trolley, holding the cart and looking at her son with pity, but the tears couldn't help but flow down, and her nose sobbed softly, not because the hospital was not allowed to make noise, for fear of noisy other patients, she might cry.

"The patient's condition is now stable, all indicators are normal, and there is no problem." The white coat said.

The little mother was overjoyed when she heard this, touched a handful of tears, and stopped sobbing.

But the little father took the doctor's hand and said words of thanks again and again.

"Thank you, doctor, thank you."

"No thanks, no thanks, it is the duty of our doctors to treat patients, and you don't have to be polite.

I saw that there were two people in your house to take care of the sick, so I followed the nurse to take care of the bed, and brought one person with me, and I have something to explain. ”

Xiaoshuang's mother glanced at her husband, then looked at Xiaoshuang, and was reluctant to give up her son, so she silently followed the nurse to push the cart away, leaving Xiaoshuang's father who followed the doctor.

In the attending doctor's office, there is a row of computers against the wall on the right-hand side of the door, and several doctors are sitting in front of the computers typing on the keyboard, obviously working.

The doctor took Xiaoshuang's father in, pulled a chair in front of an empty computer and handed it to Xiaoshuang's father, saw that he was sitting, and dragged a chair to sit on before talking about his condition cautiously.

"I'm your son's attending doctor, Kuang Jinzhan, you can just call me Dr. Kuang.

The main case of your son is this, he fell down the stairs and hit his head on the ground, causing scalp damage and a concussion. The bleeding from the scalp injury is not serious, and the bleeding has been stopped and bandaged. The point is that the concussion caused shock, and there may be a certain degree of sequelae in the future, such as confusion, headache, abnormal drowsiness, etc., but most of them will recover after a few days, but you still have to pay special attention to these days, and I will also call the bed nurse to check on time.

That's how it is, come to me anytime if anything, and wish your son a speedy recovery. ”

The little father stood up, and there was a rare look of gratitude on Mu Na's face, and he bowed to Dr. Kuang and said, "Thank you, thank you, Dr. Kuang." ”

Doctor Kuang waved and said, "You're welcome, go ahead!" Go to the ward and see your son. ”

The little father was no longer polite, turned around and left the office in a hurry, and went to see his son.

"Liu Yishou, Liu Yishou, I'll tell you a strange thing." Dr. Kuang nudged a doctor next to him who was concentrating on the keyboard.

"Don't push me, don't push me, I'm rushing a medical record for one of my patients! Tell me what you have to say, I'll listen! Liu was a little unmoved, still struggling to tap on the keyboard.

"This patient didn't have all the vital signs when he was sent, if it wasn't for the hospital's income, I wouldn't have pushed it to the emergency room, but before I could do it, he suddenly returned to normal, don't you think it's a hell." Dr. Kuang said with a confused expression.

"Maybe you have a murderous aura on you, and he's afraid that you will fix him." Liu turned his face sideways and said jokingly.

"That's kind of! It's not early, I have to go to bed, and I have to do rounds at dawn! ”

After speaking, Dr. Kuang got up from his chair and walked out of the office.