When people are extremely hungry and lack energy in their bodies, often a few things can become life-saving straws, just like a traveler across the desert, and most of the results of an extra apple will be different.

Just like now, after eating the second half of the apple that was not fresh and even slightly wrinkled, Rowan gradually felt the strength spread back into his body, and the discomfort and weakness of his original body were much better.

Although the woman pretended to be elegant and calm, she also finished the other half of the apple that Rowan had given her, and was turning the bonfire again at the moment.

Her pale face had become a little ruddy, and the firewood had basically burned out, so she patiently and meticulously re-covered the black carbon left behind by the burning firewood on top of the other red charcoal.

The woman sat in front of Luo Wen, I don't know if it was unintentional or intentional, just blocking the biting cold wind blowing directly from outside the crack in the broken temple door.

The floor of the ruined temple was very dirty, and there was a lot of incense ash on it, and the woman probably didn't have anything to sit on, she used a handful of straw to spread on the ground, and then sat on it, but the sitting posture had an indescribable grace and elegance, if it weren't for the fact that the environment she was in at this moment was too bad, Rowan would even mistake it for a noblewoman.

Rowan avoided the gentle and loving gaze that the woman cast from time to time, and when the woman deliberately turned the exuberant side of the campfire to him to bring him more warmth, he finally paid attention to himself for the first time after "having a full belly".

He is still himself, although there is no mirror as a contrast, but the power that this body gives back to him is as strong as before, the thought is reached, the body moves with his heart, and the willpower is still as strong as steel, even the small round birthmark on the left side of the back of his right hand in Rowan's memory is also still there.

It turns out that he Rowan is still Rowan , except for the delicate skin, and the original labor reform clothes on his body have changed into strange clothes unknown at this time, there are no other changes.

However, it is precisely this that makes Luo Wen, who has always been determined, feel a little in a trance, is the current world and himself the real him, or is the one who was shot in his memory the real him? Or was it just a dream for him? But this dream is too real!

Whether Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreamed of Zhuang Zhou, this question is really puzzling.

Rowan shook his head and shook off the drowsiness in his mind, he is not a coward who resigns himself to fate, he has already made up his mind to pay attention, regardless of whether he is real or illusory, he will treat it as his own life, and strive to create his own wonderful.

Thinking of Tongda, when Rowan looked at this woman again, there was not much mustard, since the two lives are true, then the mother who is carefully cared for everywhere in front of him is not a gift to himself, that is, the embodiment of the mother who died in a car accident before she had time to fulfill her filial piety in the life she was shot.

In this case, for the guilt of the mother in the memory and the great kindness of birth and retribution in the future, the mother in front of him will personally repay it.

"Mother!"

Rowan's personality meant that he would never be indecisive once he had made up his mind, and he had already tried to shout out.

The woman was slightly stunned, for some reason, she always felt that her son, who had come from the wind and cold, seemed to have changed a lot, and even this "mother" contained emotions that she had never experienced.

But it has finally changed for the better, and it is not in vain that she hopes for her son Jackie Chan, not to mention......

"Hey, son, what's wrong?" The woman interrupted her thoughts in response.

Luo Wen pointed to the outside of the temple and said with a smile: "The heavy snow, it seems to have stopped!" ”

The woman was stunned, then turned her head and followed Han Xin's point, she gently pushed open the temple door, and tried her best to block the most unbearable moment of coldness between the doors with her thin body, because she was always afraid that her son, who had just recovered from the wind and cold, would be blown out by the cold wind again.

The temple door opened, and the remnants of snow on the eaves fell one after another because of the vibration of the temple gate, and the cold swished, and rushed into the woman's slender neck with cool air, and the woman shivered, but this sudden coldness was quickly replaced by surprise......

"Really, son, the snow has stopped, the snow has stopped!"

Rowan finally stood up slowly, and he moved his joints to make sure that all the soreness and discomfort were gone, and then he walked over to the woman, who was half a head shorter than him, and looked out the door.

But I saw that the snow was covered with snow, and as far as the eye could see, it was covered in snow, a piece of ice, and occasionally the residual snow drifted with the wind, swaying in a posture, and I didn't know where it would be blown to......

Rowan wrapped himself in a weird and awkward clothes to block the cold wind, he pushed the temple door open, looked at the sky that had already brightened, and turned around to completely extinguish the bonfire that had remained overnight.

"Mother, the bonfire has been extinguished by me."

Rowan said that he had already guessed his current situation with this woman, but he was afraid that he was already homeless, so he settled in the broken temple.

Thinking of these, Luo Wen's heart couldn't help but sigh again, back then, when his parents divorced and he lived with his mother Luo Wanrong, why didn't he sleep under the bridge, such hardships, if you haven't experienced it, it will be absolutely difficult for you to appreciate the taste.

"Oh, son, you wait for your mother, my mother will clean up my things again, and then we will go to the market, and my mother will buy you snacks to eat!"

As she spoke, the woman turned back and cleaned up, and Rowan saw that she had kicked all the soot from the bonfire into the corner and covered it with straw, and then she had hidden some miscellaneous dishes, chopsticks, clothes, scissors, and the like in the wooden plank under the Bodhisattva.

Seeing this, Luo Wen already had a rough idea in his heart, but he was afraid that his mother and mother regarded this dilapidated temple as his long-term residence.

When Rowan shook his head with a heavy heart, the woman had already finished tidying up and appeared next to Rowan again, "Son, let's go!" ”

"Good!"

Rowan nodded, and the two walked out of the temple gate.

Outside the temple gate, it is the first line of this world that Rowan has come into contact with, there are no high-rise buildings, highways and bridges in his memory, no cars in his memory, glamorous and charming, some are just green mountains on both sides, dirt roads are muddy, and there is a desolation that is eye-catching.

Fortunately, as the two drifted apart, when they arrived at the market that the woman said, they became a little more popular, and the surroundings were relatively prosperous.

(To be continued)