On the top of the mountain to the west, the sun was only half left, and the sky was full of sunset.

In the glow, He Ping stepped on gravel, held on thorns, and slowly walked down the hillside.

Mountains and plains meet here.

The rich greenery, jutting out from the foot of the mountain, stretches to the end of the sky, like a huge carpet.

Patches of woods, dotted with carpets, small roofs, hidden among the shadows of the trees.

The white dirt road, like a white cloth, winds around the foot of the mountain, stretching into the distance. The white cloth became narrower and narrower, gradually turning into a white python, crawling between the turquoise, and gradually, shrinking into a thin white line, disappearing between heaven and earth.

A dilapidated carriage, gently rocking, slowly crawled on the white cloth.

The dilapidated carport, no longer visible in color, shook gently with the carriage.

He Ping withdrew his gaze to his feet.

Well, not bad, not bad!

This is ancient, no runaway!

Under the brain, the pictures coincide with here, and the depression on the left is the mysterious compound, and the courtyard wall is built against the mountain.

At the time of the accident, He Ping was standing in the position of the small tree.

The stone at his feet was where he and his co-workers had a drink.

Which dynasty was it? In other words, his knowledge of history was almost forgotten along with the cabbage soup at the construction site, and he was basically handed back to the history teacher.

However, this did not delay him from lusting.

Use modern knowledge to start doing business, with a lot of money and a group of wives and concubines, and it will be just around the corner!

Commanding thousands of troops and horses and galloping across the battlefield is also a way out.

If you don't use your stronger body to become a generation of heroes? Crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, happy and revenge, this is not bad, it is better to get a villa, just call it He Ping Villa! When the time comes, money, beauty, fame, and status in the rivers and lakes will be all available! It is still a little more reliable.

To be honest, he is not good at business, if he is an official, not to mention the intrigue of officialdom, those historical knowledge, it is really difficult to find, when he was in school, he relied on mathematics, physics and chemistry to break the cow, and he never finished his history homework, if the history teacher is an old class, it is estimated that he has been disabled.

He Ping finally walked to the bottom of the mountain.

At this moment, in his heart, he is already a generation of heroes, high-spirited and heroic.

He Pingxiao has confidence in his appearance, he has a slender figure, fair complexion, a carved face, sharp edges and corners, thick sword eyebrows, dark and deep eyes, a high nose bridge, and perfect lip shape, isn't this the image of a young talent and a decent hero?

He Ping found a wooden stick, played with it in his hand, chopped it a few times, saw that there was no one around, and posed in a few cool poses.

Well, that's it! Don't look at his usual giggling, but he has a chivalrous heart.

The greater a person's ability, the greater the responsibility. No matter what the world is, there is no shortage of people who bully the weak and do many evils. It is the responsibility of heroes to protect the weak and eradicate evil.

On TV, many heroes are ragged and look like beggars, and this has something to do with the lack of economic acumen, right? If you want to help the poor, you have to help yourself first. This little dick has been living a hard life, if there is a chance, who doesn't want to eat better and dress handsomely?

The dilapidated carriage slowly came to the front of me, and there was a muffling cry in the carport.

If there is a situation, can someone be bullied? Maybe this can be chivalrous and righteous, punish the adulterous and eliminate the evil, He Ping was a little excited.

I don't know if I can save the beauty of the hero, I want him to be handsome and chic, Yushu is in the wind, in case I rescue a stunning beauty, when the other party is moved, throw myself into my arms and promise to each other, hehe!

He Ping's eyes lit up, licked his lips lightly, and clenched the wooden stick in his hand.

The brothers who work with him are still worried about marrying a wife, they have a car, a house in the city, and a gift of 200,000 yuan, these conditions are the most basic, with such conditions, it is good to be able to marry a wife, as for whether they are beautiful or not, they dare not consider it. Several of them are in their thirties, and they are still playing singles, so they may be enough to choke in this life.

He Ping can't meet any of these conditions, and those single brothers are his future.

In this way, this time he can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, with superpowers, at least he doesn't have to worry about marrying a wife, which is much stronger than those co-workers and brothers.

Speaking of a person's cry, how can it be familiar? He Ping shook his head, how is it possible, this is ancient!

He pulled the T-shirt, although he was covered in blood, but there was not much on the T-shirt, I don't know why, there were a lot of blue strips of cloth in the clothes, so his clothes could still be seen.

He rubbed his face again, rubbed his arms, and rubbed most of the blood scabs off, revealing his handsome face and white skin.

He Ping cleared his throat, he was still a little hoarse, would it affect his image? He shook his head to make his voice more comfortable.

The evening breeze was gentle, the blades of grass were swaying, and He Ping's shirt was clinging to his chest, and the corners fluttered gently.

He stood with his hands in his hands, put on a self-confessed chic pose, and said loudly:

"Everyone in the car, you are crying sadly, but what grievances do you have?"

Usually busy playing games, watching a little less dramas, I don't know if the hero should say that, He Ping is a little worried in his heart.

The driver was a thin old man, with dark skin, a wrinkled face, and a rickety body.

"Phew—"

The old man straightened up, raised his cloudy eyes, tugged on the reins, and the car stopped.

Before the old man could speak, the curtain suddenly opened a gap, and then, with a bang, it was lifted wholely, and a girl in white leaned out, her eyebrows were picturesque, pretty and lovely, and still pear blossoms brought rain.

He Ping's body was straight, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he had already prepared his words, but when he saw the woman, he was suddenly confused and forgot to be handsome.

"Brother!"

The girl couldn't be reserved, jumped out of the carriage, ran a few steps, and threw herself into He Ping's arms, crying.

What's going on? My sister has crossed over too?

Speaking of which, there is such an operation, which everyone can cross? Not everyone has school, and everyone has practice, which seems to be a bit ridiculous, but the facts in front of him cannot help but be unbelievable.

"Xiaoling, Xiaoling, don't cry!"

The younger sister was crying, He Ping was a little confused, and patted his sister's shoulder.

After a long time, my sister finally stopped crying.

He Ping asked in a low voice, "Xiaoling, have you also crossed over?"

"What's that? What's that, brother, why are your clothes so weird?"

He Ling threw out three questions at once.

At home, the little sister who often dominates the TV and watches dramas non-stop, how can she not know about crossing.

Isn't his clothes weird? Isn't this the white T-shirt and denim shorts he usually wears?

My sister didn't cross, that was another situation, He Ping secretly figured it out, and soon had an answer.

"Xiao Ling, what are you doing here, why are you crying so sadly?"

"Tie Dan said that you met the robbers, everyone died, only he hid under the two corpses and escaped the catastrophe!"

The common people pay attention to the safety of entering the earth, needless to say, they came to collect the corpses.

"We left in the morning, they won't let me come, I have to come!"

He Ling stuck out his little tongue.

He Ping is a single-parent family, his mother needs to make money to support the family, most of the time, He Ping is taking care of his younger sister, the two have an excellent relationship, and the eldest brother is like a father.

More than a dozen corpses were scattered on the mountain, and everyone used cloth bags to take away three.

The one on the top of the mountain is hideous and terrifying, and He Ping still has palpitations in his heart now.

Carrying the bodies into the car, everyone guarded the three corpses, huddled in the carriage, and walked back.

The carriage moved slowly, swaying gently, and the family members did not say a word with sad faces. The carriage creaked slightly, monotonously and dryly.

He Ling was probably tired, his knees clamped his palms, leaned on He Ping's shoulders, and his breathing slowly became longer.

The road was a little bumpy, and He Ping was afraid that his sister would fall crookedly, so he stretched out his arm and hugged his sister's shoulder.

My sister has grown up, and she is no longer the little girl who lets him carry and hold her all day long, she has become a little beauty.

He Ping's dream of crossing has already woken up, don't expect to be the king and hegemon, whether he can become a generation of heroes has become unknown, this is not ancient at all.

The carriage walked all night, and in the morning light, He Ping saw two big willow trees in front of him, one was crooked, like an old man carrying a load, and the other was majestic and upright, with lush branches and leaves, like a giant umbrella covering the sky.

The two old willow trees at the entrance of the village have finally arrived home!

got out of the car, He Ling led He Ping and trotted all the way.

The door of the house was open, and He Ling rushed into it.

"Dad, Dad——, I picked up my brother!"

Boom, a log fell, Dad rubbed his faint eyes, and looked at He Ping fixedly.

"Dad!"

He Ping's voice was a little choked, and tears welled up in his eyes.

How many years have passed, how much he wants to see his father again!

However, in my memory, the old man is gone, with endless regrets.

"Okay, okay, just come back!"

Dad's voice was shaking as well.

The old man raised his arm, wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, and instructed He Ling: "Don't go cook yet?" Your brother must be hungry, let's eat well today!"

"Okay!"

He Ling agreed, like a gust of wind, and ran into the house.

"Dad, I'll do it!"

He Ping walked over and picked up a log.

"You don't have to worry about it, I'll just move it myself, ahem!"

Dad is still like that, coughing when he is excited.

Maybe it was because he smoked too much, or maybe it was because he was constantly exposed to sawdust, and Dad had a cough.

Dad excused himself in every possible way, but He Ping still helped his father unload the car.

Dad took out his pipe, sat down on the wood, lit a cigarette and rested.

He Ping ran to the house to help his sister cook.

When he was a child, he didn't cook less, so the cooking level was okay.

He Ping stuffed a piece of firewood into the stove and asked in a low voice, "Xiaoling, where is Mom, where has Mom gone?"

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Didn't Mom die a long time ago?" He Ling's face was full of doubts.

It's like a bolt from the blue!

I remember that my mother was alive and well, but my sister said that my mother had died a long time ago.

In my memory, my dad died, dying of lung cancer. But now, Dad is sitting in the yard!

He remembered that after his father was sick, he often sat on the bed, and there was an indescribable affection in his godless eyes.

When no one is around, Dad will secretly sigh. He Ping knew that the old man couldn't let go, and he couldn't let go of their two brothers and sisters.

Dad is gone, and the burden of a thousand pounds falls on Mom, who is getting old, thin, and gray-haired day by day......

Everything here was completely different from what he remembered.

This is the butterfly effect! The space-time machine not only blew him up, but also messed up everything.

However, there is still something wrong, shouldn't he remember everything after the world has changed?