I kept looking into her eyes while my grandma was talking, but what made my heart cramp was that her eyes told me that she didn't know me at all!

For a moment, I just felt that my sky was all dark, it was impossible that from the moment I was born, all this had already been arranged, right? Could it be that all the things that have been experienced since I can remember are false, and have been calculated a long time ago?

Seeing that my eyes were wrong, the cabbage immediately patted me on the shoulder, "Brother, don't give up, hold on, you can always pass!" I've had the same experience as you, and I almost thought I was crazy, but you see, didn't I come here? What I believe I can do, you can do too! And, you're much better than me, aren't you? At least someone left something for you, and I'm just going to look for the clues that I can't even be sure about, right? ”

Yes, I'm much better than the cabbage, and after he wakes up, the world has nothing to do with him, at least someone expected that there would be such a day, and they left me something early.

Although I hate this so-called dad now, at least he did a good thing and left me such a bag of things, didn't he?

Thinking of this, I hurriedly opened the package, only to see that in addition to some delicate objects, there was also an old small notebook.

As soon as she saw the delicate little items in the package, Grandma's face was full of smiles.

"Alas...... I haven't seen anything so delicate in years. I remember back then, it was your father who gave me such a small thing and enlightened me, which made me full of hope for life again. ”

Then, my grandmother began to recount how she met my father. It's just that her first sentence at the beginning completely shattered my last hope! Because she said she was actually a stone girl!

Shi Nu was born without female reproductive organs, and it is impossible to have offspring, that is to say, she is indeed not my grandmother, me, but my father placed it on her to adopt!

Because she was born a stone girl, her father and mother coaxed her out when she turned fifteen, saying that since she couldn't marry and couldn't contribute anything to the family, it was better to leave that home early and stop burdening the family.

At that time, she was desperate, and she didn't know how long she had been wandering, so she came here.

When she got here, a few of the bachelors in the village saw that she was a woman, so they got up with her idea, and the gang tricked her into a flue-cured tobacco house and tried to plot against her.

The result, of course, was the departure of those old bachelors, but in her heart, she suffered serious trauma again and completely lost hope for life.

That day, my grandmother wandered alone by the river, carefully recalling the bits and pieces of her life.

The more she thought about it, the more it hurt in her heart, and the more it hurt, the more she couldn't help but think about it!

After recalling everything she had experienced in her life, she walked down the river.

It just so happened that my father was passing by here at this time, so he rescued her and began to enlighten her.

When my grandmother said this, I couldn't help but have a question in my heart.

When my father rescued my grandmother, she was only fifteen years old, and now my grandmother is almost old, so how old is my father now? It can't be that my father was a rich man who had a mistress and gave birth to me when he was fifty or sixty years old, right? Later, because of my family, I was fostered here?

I don't know why I came up with the idea, but that's what I thought at the time!

However, I immediately put this idea down and continued to listen to my grandmother tell me about the past.

At that time, my father said to my grandmother that since a person has come to this world, there must be a reason for him to come to this world. Even if it is not clear now, he will one day prove the value of his existence in the future.

For my grandmother, my father's words are tantamount to the last straw for the drowning man!

Because of my father's words, my grandmother survived strongly.

After that, my father bought such a yard for my grandmother in this village, and taught my grandmother some things, and then left such a package for my grandmother, saying that I would come to pick it up in a few years.

And the little object that my father left for my grandmother is a delicate little person!

When Grandma took out the little doll, Cabbage and I couldn't help but be stunned again.

Because where is that what kind of puppet? That's clearly a pocket-sized version of me!

Needless to say, all my grandmother's memories of me must have become the memories of that little man, and my father must have known that there would be such a day, so he made so many arrangements!

So how powerful does my father have to be to expect that a few years later, such a series of things will happen?

Could it be that my father has no less ability than Zhuge Shenhou? Or, his ability is also related to Dayu Jiuding?

Thinking of this, I immediately opened the little notebook.

The book is full of handwritten words, and it begins with a letter left by my father.

Zhao Chongwu'er, seeing words is like a person. I know you have doubts in your heart, but this is not the time to break the truth. You must believe that there is a forced hardship for the father to make such an arrangement! Remember, after finding what I left behind, don't keep a low profile and don't show off! All the things I leave behind, don't lose them, and don't expose them! If he falls into the hands of the enemy, he claims to have the Mojia formation and the secret technique of the mechanism, so that he can save his life. If you don't see me to save me, it means that I have passed away, and at that time, you can hand over the Vientiane Sutra that you have learned since childhood, and exchange it for freedom. Remember, after you are free, you must not look for your father's whereabouts, remember, remember!

The letter is gone here.

Judging from the literal meaning of the letter, it seems that he has gone to some extremely dangerous place, otherwise with his ability to predict what will happen in a few decades, it is impossible for him to come back! And these delicate things he left me are undoubtedly to give me an extra means to save my life.

If I fall into someone's hands and can't get out of trouble, as long as I say that I have Mojia tricks, the other party will immediately believe me as soon as they see those delicate little objects.

As long as I don't tell the secret technique, I will never have to worry about my life. In fact, I don't know any secret techniques at all, but I do know some means to break the formation, so if it's true or false, my life will be saved forever!

As for the Vientiane Sutra, I guess it's the messy books that my grandmother let me read since I was a child.

Looking at my grandmother, who has taken care of me since I was a child, but now I don't know me anymore, I really don't know how to feel.

It wasn't until this time that I realized that the most painful thing in the world is not the so-called life and death, but the most important person in life, who doesn't know himself and treats himself as a passerby!

However, at this stall where I was grief-stricken, a group of people suddenly broke in! And the leader, it is Wanda who has suffered a thousand knives!