"Congratulations to Madame, happy to your son!"

Wang Hao opened his eyes and saw a woman looking at him with a kind face, and the midwife on the side was looking at the woman with a flattering face, surrounded by the furnishings of ordinary merchants, and the decoration was quite gorgeous.

Reborn yourself?

The owner of this house is called He Weimo, the woman He Chen, Wang Hao's name in this life, and why is he looking for hidden.

Retaining all his memories, Wang Hao has always been calm, he knows that this is the test that the woman called Dufu said, but he doesn't know, how will this test be carried out?

Wang Hao gradually grew up under the care of the woman, but the people in He Fuzhong soon discovered a problem, that is, the little young master of the He family never cried or made trouble, and even from birth to the current year, he has not even said a word.

He Chen's heart was worried, lest the male fetus born to the He family was a mute, so he hurriedly asked the doctor to inquire carefully, and the doctor patiented Wang Hao upside down for a long time, He Chen hurriedly said, "Doctor, how is it, looking for him, it won't be that he can't speak, right?"

The doctor pursed his lips for a long time, and then opened Wang Hao's eyes and looked at it for a while, Wang Hao's cold expression didn't look like it should be at this age at all, He Chen waited cautiously on the side, for fear that the final result would cause an incomparably huge blow to himself.

The doctor looked at Wang Hao's iris, took a handful of his croissant mustache, and shook his head, He Chen saw that the doctor shook his head, his eyes immediately began to redden, and tears continued to ooze, and he covered his face with a handkerchief and cried, "My son-"

The doctor was frightened and hurriedly helped He Chen up: "Madam, what are you doing?"

He Chen squeezed his handkerchief, looked at the doctor with tears in his eyes, and said, "Doctor, aren't you shaking your head, meaning that my son has no medicine stone?"

The doctor sighed, "What the old man meant, is the problem of your son's not speaking, in the old man's opinion, in fact, there is no disease at all, and all the symptoms show that the son is in good health." ”

The woman hurriedly said, "Then why can't my son speak now?" Even I, a mother, have never opened my mouth to call me. ”

The doctor shook his head, "Madam, please listen to me, according to the old man's humble opinion, I'm afraid it's not that your son can't speak, but that he doesn't want to speak." ”

"Don't want to?"

"Yes, sometimes, newborn babies, because of fear, anxiety, or other external factors interference, will cause a certain amount of psychological trauma, if it is because of these and unwilling to speak, this can be slowly sorted out, afraid of only fear, the final result, is that the child is self-closed, does not integrate himself with the world, I think your son is calm-hearted, not like a timid person, afraid of the possibility of the back. ”

The woman looked at Wang Hao in amazement, the maid sent the doctor out, and the woman sat beside Wang Hao, "My son, I am your mother, what can you not discuss with your mother?"

Wang Hao closed his eyes and recuperated, regardless of everything in the outside world,

Because he knows in his heart that here, no matter how much the passage of time will affect you, it may be in the outside world, but it is only a snap of his fingers, and all this is just an illusion, although he doesn't know what the real purpose of Dufu is, but if he is caught in an illusion, I am afraid it will be as she wants, so Wang Hao does not put anything that seems real in this world in his heart.

As long as one's own heart is never disturbed, the demons and monsters transformed by this external object will not be able to have any effect on oneself.

When the woman saw Wang Hao looking at her eyes, as if she was always looking at a stranger, her heart ached, she remembered the doctor's words, and walked away silently.

On this day, the son of the He family was weak this year, He Weimo set up a banquet to entertain his father and fellow villagers, and the flowing water seats were placed in rows and rows, dragon and lion dances, firecrackers rang out, and the scene was very noisy.

Wang Hao was surrounded by ten miles and eight villages, and the girls who were shy and wanted to speak sat in the middle of the feast, and the women who came up at this banquet were all women who admired the wealth of the He family and wanted to marry He Xunyin, and they were all drawn by matchmakers, and they could choose as many concubines as they wanted.

But Wang Hao's eyes always look at the sun in the sky, where there are real people who he misses day and night waiting for his salvation.

Wang Hao is like a marionette, he was arranged by He Weimo to marry a woman called Wanwan, he is very cooperative in implementing every step, but there is always indifference to everything in his eyes.

"Husband, isn't Wanwan to your husband's liking?"

Wang Hao sat on the bed, the bright flowers and candles were dazzling, the bride was shy and timid, very charming, Wang Hao heard the swords outside: Outside, what happened?

This year, He Weimo inadvertently offended a squire because he was doing business abroad, and the squire bought off a group of mountain bandits, and the mountain bandits entered the He family, killed them, and plundered the countless treasures of the He family, and the people who came to the banquet of the He family were all murdered.

When the last wail trembled and ended in the night sky, the blood-stained mountain bandits came to the happy room and saw Wanwan, who was already trembling with fright.

The mountain bandit smiled lewdly and pulled Wanwan away, Wang Hao's neck was cut open with a knife, and before he died, Wang Hao finally showed the first relieved smile in the He family in this life.

"Miss, Miss, Madame calls you. ”

In this life, Wang Hao is a boudoir girl who is raised in the deep boudoir and is called Wanmei.

It is rumored in the capital that Miss Wanmei is beautiful, but she is an out-and-out cold beauty, because Wanmei never smiles, and she never has any expression, only Ren Yatou, who has been dressing up for thousands of years.

The frontier tribes came to Kyoto to ask for relatives, and the princesses under the emperor's knees were unwilling to go out of the fortress, and with an edict, Wanmei was selected to give the princess the title and sent her to a remote place and relatives.

Wanmei did not put up any resistance from beginning to end, and in the joy of the maidservant, he was thrown out as a hot potato.

Look at the bright phoenix crown

Xia Wei, Wang Hao smiled coldly: Dufu, do you think that in the continuous reincarnation, I can really lose myself and make you think that I am the soft persimmon that can be kneaded?

There was an infighting among the Saiwai clans, and the sedan chair of the bowl and the relatives were stopped back, and on the way back, there was a sudden illness, and all the people who went to ask for relatives died.

Wang Hao touched his scarred arm, which was the mark left by Shi Ji, feeling the vitality he was about to lose, and gently blew the air.

"I'm waiting, waiting for how you want me to die. ”

In the next life, Wang Hao was reincarnated as a soldier in the army, killing enemies on the battlefield and dying generously.

In the next life, it was a Persian cat that was raised next to a noble woman, and because of its sharp claws, it cut the woman's arm and was pinched to death on the spot.

In the next life, this time I will make a waterside vessel, feeling the natural scenery, but it can be easily trampled on.

In the next life, it should be a wild goose that flies south, but it is hunted and killed by hunters.

The next life –

The next life –

............

In the continuous gate of reincarnation, Wang Haoxi moved his lips, as if he had not spoken out, and muttered, "In the end, what is your purpose, is it to see what I looked like when I was most miserable?"

Wang Hao scratched his face fiercely, and in the mirror, Wang Hao was a beggar with an ugly appearance but a highly poisonous body, begging every day, and was disgusted by others.

Time flowed slowly, and he couldn't tell whether it was 10,000 years or millions of years, and gradually, Wang Hao couldn't even remember how many times he had been reincarnated, but he only remembered that in the first life, the woman's extraordinarily warm embrace seemed to be never again.

Do you want to see my despair?

The corners of Wang Hao's mouth hooked up a smile, and he jumped into the coldest lake in winter, slowly sinking.

This was the first time he had voluntarily died since he had experienced so many reincarnations.

Standing involuntarily in front of the countless reincarnation gates again, Wang Hao sat in front of the reincarnation gates, looking at his past life.

This seems to have become a convention, Wang Hao will always look back on his past life before he is reincarnated, it seems to be a farewell, and it seems to be nostalgia, but at this time, Wang Hao has a little different.

Reincarnation, reincarnation –

The fireworks in the dust are put into the two sleeves, and they rise and extinguish in an instant. So many peaks and mountains are stacked, so many mountains and rivers are long, and millions of years of great loneliness and regret are all haunting Wang Hao's heart at this moment.

Heaven and earth have affection, why do you have affection that makes me wander in this reincarnation?

Heaven and earth are righteous, why does righteousness make me abandoned by love?

Is the end of the way of heaven ruthless and unrighteous?

Wang Hao's heart trembled suddenly, and a clear meaning was just like the three spring seeds squeezing the dust on the atrium and blooming.

I don't believe that heaven and earth have affection and righteousness, and I have time and time to be immortal!