Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

The little boy quickly took off the knitted vest, walked to the closet, and pulled out a small suit from among the layers of clothes.

He put on his suit and carefully found a red bow tie from the closet.

Then, he walked to the bookshelf next to the window, tiptoed, and pulled out a white folder with great effort.

Because he wasn't tall enough, he pulled out the folder with too much strength; he fell to the ground and the folder was thrown behind him.

Cheng Moxun hurried forward, wanted to help the little boy up, but then remembered that this was just a dream, so he had to give up.

At the same time, she saw the folder that fell on the ground, and inside was a stack of thick papers.

Under the transparent cover, it is written in very neat handwriting: "Landuo".

Why?Cheng Moxun was stunned, never expecting to see these two words in the dream.

Has this drama existed for so long?

While she was thinking, the little boy got up quickly, slapped the dust on his body twice, then picked up the folder on the ground and slapped it a few more times.

Cheng Moxun was a little puzzled, what is this going to do?
The little boy opened the folder and stopped on one of the pages.

He glanced at it roughly for a minute, then stuffed the folder back into the bookshelf with great effort.

What are you going to do?

Cheng Moxun was puzzled. She watched the little boy running towards the door while adjusting his bow tie.

This kid, who looked like he was only five or six years old, acted like a teenage high school student, a little too precocious.

In the next second, before Cheng Moxun could follow up, the picture in front of him was distorted and changed again.

When everything was still, she found herself in a rather luxurious large room.

There is a sofa and a square table at one end of the room. Although the style is beautiful, it still has a sense of age.

The man who got angry at the little boy just now was sitting on one of the sofas, looking at an old man across from him with a big smile on his face.

The old man looked like a fairy, neither angry nor smiling, and his gestures were quite polite and natural.

He only sipped the tea carefully, and didn't seem to pay much attention to what the man said.

"Thump, thump, thump!" Someone knocked on the door three times.

The man's eyes lit up a little, and he hurriedly said, "Come in!"

The door was slowly opened, and a timid little face emerged from the crack of the door.

Cheng Moxun raised his eyebrows in doubt, isn't this the little boy who just tossed about in the room?

Look, he's still wearing a small suit and a red tie.

"Father..." The little boy still had an uneasy expression on his face, especially after seeing the old man, he didn't dare to speak loudly.

"Xiao Bo...Ze'er, hurry up and meet Mr.." The man waved his hand, with a smile on his face, he didn't look like he was angry just now.

Cheng Moxun was completely puzzled by the change of address.

But what puzzled her even more was that the little boy walked up to the old man, bowed seriously, and said, "Hello, sir."

Cheng Moxun couldn't help sighing after seeing his cute appearance: he is such a good and obedient boy.

"You are Shan Ze?" The old man squinted his eyes, as if a little surprised: "How is it different from the rumors outside?"

The little boy froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect the old man to ask such a question, so he looked at his father.

"I was naughty in the early years, but now that I'm older, it has changed." The man coughed lightly, and hurriedly explained: "Sir, look..."

"If that's the case, it's worth asking." The old man nodded in satisfaction: "What kind of plays will be performed, just pick one for me to see?"

The tone was not angry and prestige, but it was said to the little boy with a sense of discussion.

The little boy didn't react, and could only look at his father in astonishment.

"Perform it!" The man urged softly, "Just those games you usually like to play in your room."

game?Cheng Moxun became more and more confused.

I saw that the little boy seemed to understand, he backed up a lot, then stood firm, lowered his head as if he was thinking about something.

Looking at his posture, it seems that he is going to perform... Wait!
Cheng Moxun blinked, remembering the folder he had read in the room just now...

While thinking about it, the little boy suddenly seemed to be a different person.

His originally timid and well-behaved expression instantly became extremely heroic, and his bright eyes were full of mocking smiles.

really!Cheng Moxun exclaimed inwardly.

She had seen this part in the theater!It's just that it was played by the grown-up Shan Ze.

She remembered that this part was quite boring, relying entirely on Shan Ze's appearance.

But for some reason, the little boy in front of him now became much more alive.

The little boy opened his mouth and said the lines in a slow and unhurried manner. Although the voice was immature, the tone was in place.

Coupled with rich facial details, the character is really played out perfectly!

Cheng Moxun was dumbfounded.

She even began to question, is this the "Landuo" she had seen?

The little boy in front of her just acted in a segment, which made her feel that the quality of this drama has been improved!
Looking at the old man sitting on the sofa, his eyes were a little bright, and his expression was full of surprise.

After the performance, the little boy obediently stood where he was, returning to his original obedient and timid appearance.

"This is a good seedling!" The old man put down his teacup abruptly, and started to walk up to the little boy: "Son, would you like to perform on stage?"

Cheng Moxun was extremely confused about the direction of the situation in front of him.

The little boy stared blankly at the old man. He glanced at his father who was gesturing behind the old man, and nodded silently.

"Very good." The old man turned around and looked at the man: "Then I will take care of the child."

"I'll leave Ze'er to you." The man said politely to the old man, and then looked at the little boy: "Listen to your master and study hard."

What to learn?show?
Cheng Moxun understood the identity of the old man, but he still couldn't solve the problem.

Why let this little boy learn acting under the name of Shan Ze?

Aren't he and Shan Ze twins?Aren't they all children of this family?

Is there anything wrong with learning as himself?

When Cheng Moxun came to her senses, she saw that the little boy had already joined the troupe, and started to learn acting with a dazed face, and even performed on stage.

Being away from his family seemed to let him breathe a sigh of relief.

After a long time, a happy smile will appear on that timid little face.

On the other hand, Cheng Moxun also saw that the real Shan Ze began to enter school to receive regular education like a child from an ordinary family.

Occasionally mischievous, but also belongs to the childishness of children.

The lives of the two children are like TV screens, constantly switching before their eyes.

Cheng Moxun felt a little at a loss.

Time flew by so fast that Cheng Moxun couldn't even see clearly how these two children grew up.

She saw that in school, the real Shan Ze, although not likely to cause trouble, was not the well-behaved type, and behaved rather flamboyantly.

There are always people who will point and point behind their backs, not knowing what they are talking about.

The elder brother, Shan Bo, has a very good relationship with everyone in the troupe.

He occasionally goes home to visit, but except for Shan Ze, the other family members are quite indifferent to him.

After a long time, his younger brother Shan Ze, who had warmly welcomed him, also behaved a little unnaturally when he saw his arrival.

Shan Bo didn't say anything about it, but he liked to stay in the troupe more and more every year, and he didn't want to go home.

But he misses home.

Cheng Moxun saw him in the backstage with no one, holding a group photo of his family when he was young, and wept silently.

But in that family photo, there is only one child on it. Looking at that bright smile, it must be Shan Ze.

Sometimes, after the play was over and everyone had left the stage, he would surreptitiously grope for another photo from his trouser pocket or jacket pocket.

In that photo, there are two children with the same appearance, and the most important thing is that they both smile brightly.

Compared with the family portrait, this photo is obviously full of warmth.

Cheng Moxun was still full of doubts, she seemed to know something, but also seemed to know nothing.

When everything in front of him stopped changing, the child who was barely longer than his knees at the beginning already had the outline of a boyhood.

Shan Ze got into trouble at school.

As a senior student, he had a group fight with lower grade students on the rooftop, and he accidentally pushed one of the children down the stairs.

The child's parents quarreled loudly, saying that they would kill Shan Ze.

Cheng Moxun watched everything, watching Shan Ze's face turn pale, and finally knelt down at his father's feet with a plop.

"It's time, let Xiao Bo come back." The man sat on the wooden chair, and put the newspaper and cup heavily on the table.

It's like that scene many years ago.

But Danbo, who had traveled all the way home, was not as flustered as he was many years ago.

He calmly listened to his father, and fell silent after talking about the process of his younger brother's accident.

"For so many years, you acted as Ze'er to learn acting, and Ze'er went to school under your name." The man turned his back to Danbo, and said in a calm voice, "The waiting is now."

"Are you so sure that it's right to protect Ozawa?" Shan Bo was not as cowardly as he was when he was a child, and his eyes were shining with resistance.

"Then you tell me, who killed grandma?" The man sneered and turned around: "Mr. Yin Yang made it right from the beginning."

"Is it because of Mr. Yin Yang's words that I am not regarded as a child of this family for so many years?" Shan Bo's face was calm, but his eyes seemed to have no light.

Cheng Moxun looked on in a daze.

She didn't understand at all, which one she was acting at the moment.

"If it wasn't for this family, you would have died at birth!" The man frowned and said, "Don't forget, why did you live!"

Shan Bo's face was ashen, he was stunned for a while, and then he laughed softly: "How could I forget? I live to bear Ozawa's crimes."

When the voice fell to the ground, Cheng Moxun saw the scene in front of him change again.

Shan Bo was half kneeling on the ground, and the parents of the child killed by Shan Ze kept beating and crushing him with sticks and feet.