The night is hazy on TV, and the protagonist jumps off the cliff, not to mention anything else, the posture alone is handsome enough.

Song glanced at the TV, tilted his head and glanced at Zhao Cheng and couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you jump?" So how did you escape the men in black? ”

So, who is the blind choreographer, and who is chasing and jumping off the cliff?

He didn't know when he had done it.

The main thing is that so many people hunt down an eight-year-old self.

Forget about chasing and killing, I haven't chased it for so long, are those men in black just decorations?

"......" Zhao Cheng glanced at Song Qing with the corner of his mouth twitching, "No, do you think I'm a god?" You can still not die if you fall off such a cliff. ”

"Falling so high, for an eight-year-old child who doesn't have any martial arts, it's half-paralyzed, so there is no chance of survival at all."

"Actually, isn't it? Then this screenwriter also said conclusively that history is restored, and this is a restore. ”

Song said softly, watching the TV series, and couldn't help but sigh while complaining.

"It didn't go along with history, but it's just based on history, so it's normal that there are a lot of differences. After all, 1,400 years have passed, and it is difficult to know what the real history is. ”

Zhao Cheng glanced at the TV and said in a deep voice, "If you want to know anything, just ask me, this is pure nonsense." ”

I don't know which waste is blindly arranged.

Song Qing looked at the TV series, and at this time, the picture changed, and the eight-year-old Zhao Cheng, who was already in rags, was catching fish in the river and roasting it to eat.

The eight-year-old child was eating fish while crying silently, accompanied by sad background music, beautiful and miserable.

"......," Zhao Cheng looked at the TV for a while before speaking silently.

"People can't cry when they're at their most desperate."

After listening to this, Song pointed to the TV series and approached Zhao Cheng curiously.

"That means that everything on this TV was fake at the beginning."

Song Qing was very close to him, and the faint fragrance of flowers filled his nose.

Zhao Cheng's gaze fell on her face, delicate cheeks, white neck, and ...... Zhao Cheng quickly looked away, reached out and took a sip of tea.

Putting down the teacup, Zhao Cheng said lightly.

"It's not all fake, one thing is true, and that's that my parents were killed when I was eight years old."

"Not only my parents were killed, but also my eldest brother, second brother, uncle and cousin, and the whole family of 46 people and even the dogs died in that killing......

"So, what about you?" Song asked in a low voice.

Listening to his breezy words, one can think of that terrible scene in a trance, which would be crazy for an eight-year-old child.

But Zhao Cheng not only did not go crazy, but finally became a famous prime minister.

"I happened to be out of the house that day, so I got away with it, and when I got home, I saw smoke and fire rising into the sky, and my family was dead, and the blood on the ground was like purgatory on earth."

In a trance, Zhao Cheng seemed to have returned to that moment again, with corpses all over the ground covered with blood, and a raging fire rose into the sky.

At that time, he couldn't cry or speak, and his heavy body under his feet was even stiffer and couldn't move.

He thought he too would die in that fire and go with his parents.

Hatred can make people grow, he knows that he can't die, not only can he not die, he wants to live better than anyone else.

Only by living can we crush the bones of the enemy and scatter them to ashes.