In the near summer, the red sun is beginning to show its might.

The ancient village is located in a depression closed on three sides, and there are burial road peaks in front of it, and in spring and summer, it is like a boiler on a fire and is scorched in the heat of unbearable, and the heat rises up and distorts the horizon.

The stone path that runs through the village is dark and dark as if it can be used to cook food, and the sky-blue clouds and flowers cover both sides of the stone path, and the buds hang weakly. Xu Han sat on the threshold of his own bluestone, and while greeting the elders who came and went on the stone road, he secretly slandered the villagers for how ripe their bare feet could be after being kissed by the stone slab......

The fire in his heart was also ignited by this hot weather, Xu Han wiped a handful of sweat drops on his forehead, and with a little impatience, he still couldn't relieve the heat after tearing off the brown stitches and fine linen undershirt on his upper body. He secretly glanced inside the house, and when he saw that his mother was still busy on the side of the loess masonry stove, he quietly took off his undershirt directly.

Although he is a child of seven or eight years old, his crisp tendons are still very conspicuous, and his wheat-colored skin is even more beautiful in the dazzling sun. Xu Han squeezed his right arm, and he could clearly feel the explosive power contained in this thin body, which was not inferior to those athletes with big shoulders and round waists in his previous life.

The young man's body always has endless energy to release, Xu Han walked to the open space in front of the door, and put on a posture to practice the rough moves he learned from his father.

"Smack!"

As soon as the punch came out, the afterimage appeared, and there seemed to be a slight explosion in the air. Xu Han practiced his body in the open space, flipping and moving for a while, and flying in the air for a while, although the movements were rough but extremely fast, making the loess in front of the door fly, and the dust was all over the place.

When the villagers saw this scene, they all stopped to watch for a while, and then turned away with a relieved smile.

The red sun enters the middle of the sky. Xu Han's immature voice let out a clear drink, and then he took two steps forward, his right fist was tightened to his waist, and then he burst out vigorously!

"Bang!"

Xu Han stood beside the stone road, and saw that the hard and abnormal Xuanxing slate was shattered by his own punch, and saw that there were only a few white marks on his right fist, and he couldn't help but feel proud in his heart without even hurting the skin, and he couldn't help but express his heart with a long howl!

After venting, even the unbearable stuffiness was a little less, Xu Han stood quietly in front of the door, looking directly at the looming funeral peak not far away, his eyes were far and profound.

It has been eight years since I entered this world, and all kinds of past lives have been scattered into the void like clouds, and it is only when I dream back at midnight that I vaguely recall those unforgettable faces of the past, and recall the same wonderful and cruel world. Perhaps, as the long song praises, the past should go with the wind.........

The years were long, Xu Han couldn't help but smile wryly, with a bit of ageless vicissitudes. Who would have thought that it was just an ordinary afternoon, and that strange wind would change his ordinary life so unexpectedly.

Over the years, Xu Han has recalled many times what happened that afternoon.........

A gust of wind rose from the ground, sweeping him and the girl into the air, and there was chaos around them, making it difficult to distinguish things. There was only a sharp howl of wind and a feeble cry of pain from him and the girl, and then the rainbow light passed in front of him, and his consciousness fell into darkness. After that, no matter how Xu Han recalled, there was a blank in the sea of knowledge. When I opened my eyes again, it was already a reversal of time and space.

"Is it a coincidence or is it deliberately done by someone?" Xu Han was deeply puzzled in his heart.

If it's just a coincidence, it's also a helpless thing, and you can only sigh at the impermanence of fate and regard life as child's play. But if someone deliberately created it, Xu Han couldn't imagine that in the misty Hongyu, who could have such the ability to go to heaven and change his life and recreate time and space? Even if there was such an existence, why bother to calculate such a simple young man like him?

Call..................

With a sigh, Xu Han let go of what he was thinking in his heart. Let him do everything he can to calculate, and after all, there will be a moment when he will see the dagger! At this time, it is only in vain to think too much.

Suddenly, a wave of cold malice struck from behind. Xu Han's body stiffened suddenly, and his immature and childish face, which was full of emotion, became a little distorted. The young man grinned and slowly turned around, and unexpectedly saw a murderous woman standing in front of the door even though she was as gentle as jade!

"Mother, people are hot........" The young man who was still full of pride just now was red-faced at this time, well-behaved like a small jasper, and his twisting and pinching posture made people feel very interesting.

"Hey........"

Seeing the child's posture like this, the angry eyes and thunder of the He girl turned into a gentle drizzle in an instant, and the pity in her heart was like a glacier crossing the border, and the heart was burned into smoke.

"Han'er, how many times have I told you for my mother. You were born with snow and cold, and your physique has been weaker than others since you were a child, so you need to pay more attention to keeping warm on weekdays. But what about you, if the weather is a little hot, you can't hold it back, so you like to strip and mess around! If it's an oversight, what should you do if you suffer from the cold?" said He Nu picked up the dusty coat that Xu Han threw on the ground from the ground, gently patted off the dust, and then took Xu Han into her arms and dressed him.

Xu Han pursed his lips, his heart full of helplessness. Looking at his own self, which was not bloated but capable, he did not know how he had become frail and sickly! It was difficult to understand how the hot weather, which had been measured at 40 degrees Celsius in his previous life, had become a slightly hotter weather...........

He Nu saw that her son was full of disbelief, and she knew what he was thinking. I was funny in my heart, but I didn't say anything, I just moved softly to dress him, and carefully buttoned the buttons of Jin Kuimu's carefully carved clothes.

I don't know when, the breeze gradually picks up. The withered grass and mottled green tiles under the eaves in front of the door emitted a melodious melody, and the distant waves disturbed the songworms resting in the village. In the cottage, the sound of quiet laughter wanders through the vast wilderness through the gentle wind. The scorching sun is also the right time at this time, not scorching scorching beings. Xu Han quietly watched his mother smooth the corners of his clothes, and his heart was full of admiration. Although he is also approaching the end of his life in his past and present lives, his meticulous care and day and night companionship in the past eight years have also made Xu Han truly recognize his parents in this life.

After the fierce martial arts performance, and at noon, the stomach was unbearable hunger, Xu Han muttered and shouted, "Mother, people are hungry!"

Hehe, it's also a shame that he can do such a childish posture at such a mental age.

He Nu looked at her son who was waiting to be fed in her arms with a bit of playful contempt, as if she nodded Xu Han's forehead lightly helplessly, and walked straight back to the house with her son's arm.

In the dark house, the smell of dirt and fishiness is accompanied by the smell of meat coming from the stove, which is the smell of home. The house is not very large, and the opposite side of the main entrance was originally a living bedroom, which has been changed to two since Xu Han appeared here. The entrance hall is not very ornate, only a square table and a few round stools. As the years passed, the original black table top had lost its luster at this time, and the whitening corners, wooden thorns everywhere, and the lonely glazed lamp standing on the table were not vicissitudes of life, but they had the power of tranquility.

Half of the wall on the right side of the house was covered with colorful furs. On the other side, there are many strangely shaped dried fruits, but I don't know what to do with them. In the corner, there are several large bows that have long been damaged, and the spears with wooden and stone blades stand against the wall, and the dark red mottles between the blades seem to silently tell the grandeur of the past..........

At this time, the years are quiet........

Xu Han followed He Nu to the pot stove built by the window on the left side of the house, only to hear the sound of firewood burning violently in the stove, and the familiar sound evoked the scene in the depths of the young man's memory. The stove was filled with smoke, and a rich aroma gushed out from the steaming wooden lid.

When the lid is lifted, the sauce-colored roast pork is full of tempting bubbles. Unbearable hunger in his stomach, Xu Han couldn't care about the dust on his hands, and went straight into the pot to pick up a piece of fat and thin that complemented each other and threw it into his mouth!

He Nu raised her eyebrows, "You kid, who allowed you to be so presumptuous!"

Xu Han ignored the pain in his right ear and chewed on the roast meat, his face full of enjoyment.

"Bang!"

At this time, a loud noise suddenly sounded outside the house, followed by the man's rough and hearty laughter, "Haha, who is bullying me again!"

Hearing the words, Xu Han's face changed abruptly, and he threw the lid of the pot directly, and no longer cared about Sven's hands poking into the pot one after another, and in the blink of an eye, his cheeks bulged like a flatulated toad!