A dazzling electric light pierced the frozen silence.

Hong Liang raised his eyes to look at Chen Feng, who was sitting cross-legged and meditating, the blue-white light was condensing in his hand, stinging his eyes.

He couldn't see clearly, and he didn't dare to look. Chen Feng's gaze made him not know how to face him. In the Valley of the Wind God, it was an escape from death, and it was also a life and death companion. For no reason, he owed Chen Feng such a favor. He didn't want to face it, and he didn't want to think about it. struggled to play the role he used to play in front of him, but he could see that the person in front of him was just a crappy actor, wearing the face of that silly boy and living the life of that silly boy.

That light, like lightning piercing the clouds, pierced deep into Hong Liang's heart. He was waiting, waiting for Chen Feng to question in the next second, waiting for him to grab himself and take him to the unnamed desert for a big fight, waiting for him to turn water into a blade and pierce his chest, waiting for him to open his mouth and howl out the grievances in his heart.

But all this waiting did not happen, all he waited for was a cold and cruel staff. Yes, the staff. At the moment of life and death, he snatched the staff from the thunder god and hid it in Chen Feng's hand.

"He took it." The silly boy lay down slowly and exhaled deeply. Looking up at the roof, he said this leisurely. "The ring he snatched sucked out my mana. He should be able to rewrite history. ”

There was a deathly silence, lying and sitting, like two sculptures, as if time had stopped flowing. Only the faint current in the pale fluorescent lamp reminded them that the world was so real.

"I don't know what the next second will be, but he has the ability to move between the future and the past at will." There was a tremor in his voice, and a little sobbing in his snort. "Maybe I'll forget you in the next second, maybe you'll never know me...... I'm tired and don't want to fight with him. He can do whatever he wants. ”

The electricity was still running through the tube, and the dazzling light suddenly dimmed in the electric light of the staff. Holding it in his hand, it was a heavy feeling, cold to the bone, as if it had pierced into his heart.

Maybe he should deny it, maybe he should admit it.

But no matter which answer he answered, he was not sure that he would get the Black Boy's understanding. Only waiting, holding the cold and biting lightning, sitting on the messy bed, waiting for his questioning. All I could do was the sound of electricity squeaking in the tubes, and bats flashing quickly outside the balcony.

"He can't do it." Unable to bear the torment of waiting, Hong Liang finally spoke.

clenched his fists, obliterating the staff's light. Raising his head, he looked at the big man lying flat at the other end of the room. In his memory, the silly boy had never breathed so calmly. His breathing was always deep and rough, always with a heavy voice. Only today, only at this time, calm like a baby.

The old agreement still counts, right? He can still be his son's godfather, and he still has to play chess and drink tea with him after retirement......

Yingzi, who took him to find him for a long time, should be able to forgive him, right? Although the cow is no longer pointing at the sky, and is already a soft treadmill, he can still trust him again, right?

Chen Feng turned his body to look at him, his eyes were full of certainty and doubt. He was also waiting, waiting for Ma Hongliang to give him a reasonable explanation, and waiting for him to say something he didn't know.

"When?"

Hong Liang didn't understand Chen Feng's question, he turned his head to look at him hesitantly, his eyes asked about the meaning of the sentence, but his lips never opened.

"When did you catch up with him?"

A deep exhale slowly rushed out of the loud nose, and the last bit of hesitation was finally let go, and many things had to be faced sooner or later.

"Just the few days you were back in Texas," he said, "I wandered through the cracks of time and space until the day you were born. I met him. ”

"I saw him tie a bracelet to a little girl. I was about to run, and he grabbed me. ”

"He threatened you?"

Everything finally became clear, that night, Chen Feng sat at his mother's bedside, looking at his newborn self. He couldn't touch anything in the room, but he ......

It turned out that Zhao Xu had already arrived that night, and he had been there all the time. Just when Chen Feng was stunned, he found his sister who was unattended. The dragon rope was given to her by him.

He couldn't touch his newborn self, but his mana broke through the miasma of time, just like that day he brought Chen Ji to his grandfather's side.

"He took me to the future, and I watched my dad fall in front of me, with no one around." The loud voice trembled a little, trying to suppress the feelings that were close to collapse. "He said it would take your mana to save him."

"How to save him?"

"Back in the day, he helped me erase all the hidden dangers. You won't help me. ”

"No, it won't. So you helped him take my mana and experiment with the little girl in the ward? Chen Feng sat up and looked at Hong Liang with fierce eyes for the first time.

Buried his head in his hands, his solid shoulders rose and fell violently. Sobing, tears dripping down his fingers, wetting the dark brown mat.

The sleeping appearance of the girl in the ward was like a needle pierced in Hong Liang's heart. told himself countless times that it was Chen Feng who turned the girl's life into ashes, but he couldn't deceive his heart after all, all of this was his arrangement.

Putting away his sharp gaze, the silly boy looked at his thick big hands. Inadvertently, the hands were already stained with blood. Whether it is the girl in the ward or the future friend, they have all disappeared without a trace under these hands.

He can't do it, he can't be like the thirteen gods seven hundred years ago, destroy a tribe, kill a shepherd boy, but his heart is still calm. If it were possible, he would rather that nothing had happened for more than a month, he would still be the stupid boy with no heart and lungs, and Hong Liang would still be the happy black fat man.

But regret was useless, and when the initial novelty passed, the mana left them with only countless troubles. Sometimes he even wondered if the very existence of this history-changing mana was wrong. What should be born, what should not be born, so many people are scattered in his hands, is he a god or a demon? He didn't understand.

Chen Feng must admit that Hong Liang is right, he will not help him revise his father's past.

Man's desires are so endless, and for thousands of years, countless people have asked God for divination, hoping to get a glimpse of future happiness and avoid future disasters.

But when they find that all this is not so far away, no matter who they are, they will take steps and stretch out their hands to the mysterious power. Maybe it's begging, maybe it's snatching.

He had to admit that he would not help Hong Liang revise his father's past.

In this world, only the two of them still remember the sick child. He erased her existence, but torn apart a home full of friendship. Is this a blessing or a misfortune? No one told him.

Modify the past, and when did you change it? How to modify? What to change?

Then Zhao Xu is completely! After modifying the past, what will Hong Liang's father become? Will Hongliang's life be affected? Will they ever know each other? Where is it all as simple as you think?

"He said it wouldn't affect anyone else."

"You believe his nonsense!" Chen Feng cried out, anger that he had never felt before stirred in the room. "What has become of the little girl's home when she leaves? It is impossible to revise history without leaving a trace. ”

"I don't care what traces it leaves behind, I just want my dad to live!" Hong Liang also called out, staring at Chen Feng with wide eyes. "Don't disturb history in any way, in fact, you are selfish. If something happens to your father, I don't believe you don't care. ”

"So you're helping them take my life?"

"He said he just wanted to change the night you were born."

"Follow me."

Following behind Chen Feng, Hong Liang couldn't help but feel worried in his heart. He didn't know where the man was going to take him, and he didn't know what he was going to do. just followed step by step, and grasped the silk thread that had involved my father for decades in that familiar chaos.

"I can't see the future, but I can let you see the past."

Beyond the high wall of time is Hong Liang's home in Weishan. The lights in the room have been extinguished, the TV on the cupboard is still playing the war drama, the gunfire is undulating, and the shouts of murder are almost obscured by the passionate confessions of the heroes and heroines. Dad lay on the kang and snored, probably afraid that he would catch a cold, so Mom threw a blanket on Dad's shy belly.

Glancing at each other, Hong Liang didn't understand why Chen Feng took him back to his home. No one spoke, just waved softly, and the night turned into day.

I can't tell if it's winter and summer, and I can't tell spring and autumn, and time is going back quickly in front of their eyes. Hong Liang said that he didn't know why his father fell, they could only blindly search for possible traces in the past.

Stopped on the runway of time and slowly landed on a drizzly day. The dirt beneath his feet was soaked with rain and bubbled up between the toes of his two big feet. A rugged face greeted them, and in the slight fog and rain, an enamel basin held by one big hand was covered with a plastic sheet, and the other hand went in and out under the plastic sheet, waving violently, leaving a snow-white mark in the air.

The bright eyes seemed to be a little moist, like this hazy sky. This is the scene he is most familiar with when he was a child, following behind his father's buttocks, careful not to step on the green wheat seedlings.

Oh no, he was wrong. At this time, he was at the other end of the field, barebacked, and in the same posture, snow white sprinkled from his fingers.

When the tears fall, wave your hand, it is a hot winter day.

Approaching the end of the year, my mother went out and went in between the yard and the house, firewood, basins, kettles, curtains, and the whole family's belongings fluttering in her hands.

A large cauldron in a crowded kitchen is declaring war on the whole winter, and a large pig becomes sticky in the pot, proudly ending a short life. The firewood crackled under the stove, and the scorching heat forced back the harsh winter that was still cold but exuded the smell of spring outside the open door.

A kitchen knife danced in his father's hand, and the hot pig's head trembled slightly under his hand. The thick flesh was scattered, and in an instant, only a piece of white bone remained in the scented skull.

The prepared hammer was raised high and fell heavily. A white and reddish mass shook gently where the pork bone had been broken.

Reaching out and ripping off a piece and handing it to the child next to him, "Bright, eat." The child's eyes lit up but his brow furrowed. The man laughed heartily, ate the pig's brain with a sip of old wine, turned around and went out, and pulled the boiled pork to the market.

Halfway through, the old three-horse carriage suddenly broke down. He had to push a cart forward in a place where there was no village in front of him and no shop in the back. The frozen dirt road was potholed, and he even broke out a layer of sweat in the nine cold days. Hong Liang couldn't help but reach out to push, but he almost fell, and turned his eyes to look at Chen Feng, only to see an indifferent gaze.

The person in front of him, the thing in front of him, is just a painful phantom to Hong Liang, sharp but untouchable. But for Chen Feng, perhaps, as he said, he is just a passerby who can't look back and see him again, and if he misses it, he misses it.

"Help him ......"