"The last boy I delivered was a boy, and now he's much stronger." In the years that followed, the old lady proudly told everyone until she left this world.

As I remember, there was still not a lot of furniture in the room where my mother was lying. Two vermilion wooden chairs with their paint peeled quietly in the corner of the north wall, and corn cobs were slowly burning in an iron basin on the ground. That must smell a little choking, right? But he couldn't smell it.

A large mirror hangs on the east wall, with a red wooden frame, flanked by a wooden decoration painted with a motif of a moon peony, and there is also one on top. This makes the whole mirror look like a Buddhist shrine, except that there is no bodhisattva in it, but a figure. Standing in front of the "Buddha shrine", Chen Feng saw the wall behind him and the cloth curtain hanging on the door frame, but there was no shadow of himself.

"Looks like I'm not welcome in this house." He thought to himself.

Turning her head, there was a young mother lying on the kang. Although she was asleep, she could be seen to be very tired. On her side, two crumpled children slept. Chen Feng's body shook suddenly, it turned out that his heart would really hurt!

"It's not a small amount of courage, dare to come here!"

A quiet murderous aura stood beside Chen Feng, which felt all too familiar to him. He didn't have to turn his head to look, he could guess who was coming.

"It seems that you have a really bad brain, you can't imagine that I will come to this time often? Aren't you afraid of bumping into me? ”

"In the time and space I opened, even you can't exert all your mana, right?" Chen Feng still didn't look at the sun god beside him, and quietly fought against the pain in his heart. "What's more, is it so easy to heal if you are injured by my water dragon?"

He heard a low sneer, and then the two fell silent.

There were a few slight pops of corn cobs in the brazier, and a little spark jumped out of the edge of the iron brazier. The weather had already become hot in early June, but the night was long and cold in the hearts of the two.

The curtain hanging from the door frame was suddenly lifted, and the young father stood panting at the door, holding the curtain but not knowing what to do.

He had a face as black and red as Chen Feng, a pair of stubborn eyebrows that were almost twisted together, and two blood-colored eyes stared at the two children on the fire kang in a daze. His breath was shaking, and it seemed that it took a lot of strength to control his body from trembling with his breath.

Dad finally moved his steps, walked lightly past the two brothers, and came to the baby. The sun god's hand was stuck in his jeans in a daze, and the knuckles of his fingers were clenched.

The young father unwrapped the baby's swaddling clothes and looked closely at the two unconscious sons. As if he was picking a little pig and lamb, he moved the child's limbs a few times, pinched the child's tender birds one by one, and carefully checked whether the two eggs were normal.

Chen Feng looked at everything that happened in front of him in surprise, and his father hurriedly wrapped the children again, as if picking up one of them randomly and turning around and walking out. The sun god ran up after him, blocking his father as if he was going to make a move, and as if he was going to block it. But all is useless, he is like a shadow hidden in the darkness, and no one will notice his presence.

What the silly boy didn't expect was that a couple appeared outside the door, and it could be seen that they were very well-dressed in the dim starlight. Dad stood in front of them, and the three of them talked in a whisper.

"Boy, girl?" The strange man asked as he took the baby.

"Boy." Dad said these two words in pain with a trembling voice.

"Thank you, brother, our family has a queen." The man wept with joy and said, "Didn't the midwife say two?" Which one is a little girl? ”

"It's also a kid, I'll keep it for myself." Father said firmly.

The man didn't seem to believe his father's words, and once again opened the baby's swaddling clothes in the night, carefully kneading the baby's chicks × chickens in the dark, and couldn't stop thanking him. The woman next to her seemed to be very afraid of her father's remorse, and piled the unknown thing she was carrying at his feet, and took out a small bag from her clothes and stuffed it in his hand.

The man left the sad courtyard under the pull of the woman, leaving the young father standing in place in a daze, trembling in the pre-dawn starlight, staring at the little bag in his hand and sobbing.

"I'm the one who took it." A tear cut down the sun god's cheek, and he looked at Chen Feng in despair, his eyes full of resentment. "I'm your brother."

"Brother." Chen Feng repeated his words mechanically. He suddenly wanted to drink water, and his throat was dry and hairy, and even a little nauseous. He had guessed the scene in front of him, and sometimes even guessed that it was exactly the same. But when this fact was vividly repeated before his eyes, he still couldn't help but panic. I thought to myself that if Dad picked up him randomly, where would he be now, what name would he have, what kind of life would he live, and what kind of people would he meet? Why did he tear apart a pair of brothers? Why do you need to check their bodies like pigs and sheep? Do you want to sell the best to someone else, or do you want to keep it for yourself to raise? He didn't dare to think about it, but he couldn't erase the facts of what was happening in front of him from his mind.

Leaving his father alone and standing in a daze, the two brothers ran into the house in unison. The sun god suddenly ignited a glimmer of hope, and he saw Chen Feng ignite the blue light around him, and the ring of the wind god shone in his right hand.

The blue light turned into white light, and this extreme white light even stung the eyes of the sun god. However, it was swallowed up by the dim light of the house. No matter how hard Chen Feng tried, he couldn't illuminate the entire room in the slightest. The sun god watched Chen Feng pounce on his sleeping mother, and even tried to wake up the baby he had left behind, but it was all in vain. His hand was like a gust of wind, gently brushing his cheeks, but not leaving the slightest trace.

The vile laughter of the car was heard outside the courtyard, and the sun god fell to his knees weakly.

"Feng'er, hurry! Wake up Mom! Don't let me go! ”

The sound of the engine faded away, and Chen Feng sat beside the baby in a daze. This is what he looked like when he was born, such a tiny piece. Lying quietly in the small quilt, completely unaware that his fate had already been written by fate. In the near future, he will lie in his dormitory in Bei × Beijing, with a faint blue light around him, trapping his best friend in mid-air. He will cut the veins in the Valley of the Wind God to take blood and wake up another black silly boy. Maybe he will have a big fight with the baby who was taken away, and end his life in a hurry. He watched it happen, but there was nothing he could do.

The sun god sat down next to the brazier and looked at Chen Feng on the fire kang with hatred. He had seen too many futures, but he had never seen himself grow old with the fat man in front of him. It seems that there have been rumors since he was very young that he was a wild child, although his parents and grandparents have always treated him well, but after all, he left a cloud of doubt in his heart. It wasn't until a year ago, when a powerful force awoke in him, that he had a chance to see the truth of the matter.

He stood up abruptly, grabbed Chen Feng's arm and threw him to the ground. Without waiting for Chen Feng to get up, he rode on top of him, screaming loudly and choking his neck. He didn't understand why God was so unfair to him, why he was the one who was taken away, why he was chosen like a brute, why he could clearly see the future but couldn't write about the present, why he had been seen as a wild child for so many years, why he didn't have a friend who could desperately save him like Hong Liang, why ......

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me! ”

Chen Feng choked weakly, and tried to break the hands that were stuck in his neck, tears gradually blurring his eyes.

The sleeping baby suddenly woke up for some reason, twisted his little hands and feet, and kicked off the small quilt on his body. Maybe it was cold, maybe it was hungry, maybe it was peeing, he cried, hoarse trying to wake up his mother who was lying beside him.

When the mother woke up and saw that there was a child missing, she struggled to sit up, and no one answered. She seemed to understand something, and cried along with the baby.

The four people in the two worlds are immersed in their own grief, regretting the remorse that should not have appeared in this small room.

"I can't, I want to keep you." Chen Feng cried, as if to his brother who was riding on his body, and as if he was saying to himself, "I can't rewrite my own time." ”

"That's because you're not strong enough." The sun god roared, gathering a bright cloud of sunlight in his hands. "Give me your mana!"

The sunlight smashed down on Chen Feng's head, and the fragile feelings derived from blood collapsed in an instant. In the "Past Time", Chen Feng was the only god, and it was impossible for any intruder other than him to challenge him, not to mention, this was the time and space he opened with his own hands.

"What's wrong with me!" With a shout, Chen Feng flipped the sun god to the ground. Raising his right hand, the blue light jumped on Grandpa's ring. As long as he waved his hand, the person in front of him would be crippled even if he didn't die.

However, the sun god's neck also emitted light, and the snatched ring floated in the air, resonating with Chen Feng's right hand. In an instant, the opened space-time shattered into pieces, and Chen Feng fell back into his grandfather's rocking chair as if nothing had happened.

I don't know when Grandpa came back, and sat quietly on the stool next to the rocking chair. Still with his eyes closed, his hands on crutches. Chen Feng wasn't sure if the old man already knew his secret, and his heart jumped suddenly, waiting for his grandfather's question.

But he didn't say anything, only occasionally opened his eyes to look at his grandson. The old skin hung loosely on the thin arms and chest, as weak as the trembling eyelids. He lifted his leg and tapped the long tobacco pouch twice on the sole of his shoe, slowly filling the tobacco pouch pot with crushed dry tobacco. The mouth of the cigarette pouch made of white jade has been smoked yellow, and I don't know if it is still as warm as before in my mouth.

Taking the match from his grandfather's trembling hand, Chen Feng skillfully lit the porcelain smoke. Just like when he was a child, his grandfather's trembling hands were always trying to light a cigarette with difficulty, and his grandson always took a match and lit it for him every time he saw it. The old man still enjoyed the moment as he had then, looking at his grandson with satisfaction, and a wrinkled smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

(The story is absurd, but I always have to give it a starting point.) Luckily, this starting point is not made up for no reason, and I've heard too many similar things in my life. Forgive me, my friends, for using some body parts as symbols of culture and power, and even some depictions that should not be. There may be moderation issues in the meantime, and if it feels stuck, sorry, I had to change the original text. ）