Dressed as a family of cannon fodder, the villain brother is busy opening up wasteland

It rains heavily during the Qingming Festival. This is true. Every year around the time of the Qingming Festival, it starts to rain.

The three members of the Wen family brave the rain every year and go back to Yunwu Mountain to visit the graves of their grandparents and mother.

Her brother Wenjun was driving, while Wenyao and her father Wen Changping were sitting in the car chatting. Wenyao danced and complained to her brother and father about a novel she had recently read. The rain outside the window had not stopped, and the thunder could still be faintly heard, but there was no trace of it. It does not affect the laughter of the family of three in the car.

Suddenly, at a corner on the top of the mountain, two foxes ran out of nowhere in the rain. Wenjun, who was driving, was so frightened that his expression changed and he subconsciously turned the steering wheel.

But he forgot that they were now on the winding road in Yunwu Mountain, with mountain walls on the left and cliffs on the right. The fox avoided the steering wheel, but the car broke through with the screams of the three people. The guardrail went straight down the mountain.

I don't know how long it took before Wen Yao woke up. Her body felt like a stone weighing a thousand pounds, making her unable to move and even her bones hurt.

The most uncomfortable thing was that her head was so swollen that some memories that did not belong to her were pouring into her mind.

Before she could sort out the inexplicable extra memories, she opened her eyes and saw that she was surrounded by a group of people. They were wearing the kind of clothes that ordinary people perform in TV dramas. Wen Yao was stunned. Could it be that their family of three had let some kind of crew Saved?

Next to her, the other two people slowly woke up. They were also stunned for a moment by the scene and people in front of them, but it was only for a moment. The older one shouted in panic.

"Yao Yao, Xiao Jun."

Wen Yao's pupils widened and she looked at this man in his 30s in disbelief. The other boy also looked at him in horror.

"0081." Wen Yao stared at the man and spoke.

When the man saw Wen Yao, he gasped. Before he could speak, the boy next to him also answered: "1752."

"Hiss..." The man seemed unable to believe what he saw, but he still added: "2216."

"..." The three of them looked at each other with wide eyes, in disbelief.

What they reported was the last number of their respective mobile phones. As a family of three who depended on each other, they knew each other's phone numbers by heart.

But what is the situation now? There is no problem with the number, but the person is completely different from the person she knows, but it cannot be said that she does not know him at all, because just before she woke up, Wen Yao's head was filled with inexplicable memories.

She knew one thing very clearly. The person in front of her who could tell her father's phone number was the father in her memory.

Did they end up in some parallel time and space after falling off the cliff?

The onlookers looked at the family of three in confusion, not knowing what they were talking about.

At this moment, a voice came from the crowd: "Okay, since they are fine, everyone can disperse. Thank you everyone for today."

Wen Yao followed the sound and saw an energetic and thin old lady standing not far away. Her dark and thin face was covered with wrinkles, her hair was neatly combed, and her eyes were full of shrewdness. But, look at them. There was just a hint of disgust in the eyes of the family of three.

Seeing that the three of them were looking at her, the old lady snorted coldly, and then said: "The house collapsed, and you are lucky if it doesn't crush you to death. Since you are fine, you can clean it up yourself, and let's go."

The old lady said, calling to the few people following her to leave.

Only then did the three Wen family members see the ruins behind them and the dust on their bodies.

Are they resurrecting a family of three who were crushed to death?

Before they could figure out the situation, a three- or four-year-old kid suddenly ran over to the old lady and grabbed Wen Yao and refused to let go, with a look of grievance on his face.

The old lady narrowed her eyes: "Datou, are you leaving?"

The little carrot head pursed his lips and shook his head at the old lady, holding Wen Yao's hand tighter.

Wen Yao recognized that this was the younger brother of Memory, but now they were trying their best to figure out what was going on. If this little carrot head stayed, it would be difficult for them to talk.

Thinking of this, Wen Yao knelt down and coaxed softly: "Big head, you and Nai go home first. My sister will pick you up after she has finished packing."

But Datou moved his eyes because of her words, and tilted his head to look at her strangely and blankly, as if he was thinking about something.

Wen Yao secretly said bad, this little carrot head must have seen something.

In my memory, this little brother is soft and cute, always looking at you with his big eyes open, but I don’t know why, this kid is about to be four years old but he still can’t speak.

In order not to expose the secret, Wen Yao quickly led him to the old lady.

"Nai, please excuse me. I'll pick up the girl after I've packed it up." Wen Yao lowered her head and tried her best to act as submissive as the girl in her memory.

The old lady took Da Tou's hand, just gave a faint hum and led the way away. Wen Yao breathed a sigh of relief, and when she raised her head, she met the eyes of the little carrot head who looked back at her strangely and blankly every step of the way. .

After watching a group of people disappear, Wen Yao ran from the garbage on the ground to the other two people.

"Dad? Brother?"

"Yao Yao? Xiao Jun? Why are you like this?" Wen Changping looked at his children who had shrunk for more than ten years, and he still couldn't believe his eyes.

Wen Jun was also confused: "Dad, Yaoyao, what's going on?"

Wen Yao scratched her hair and twisted it around, probably sorting out the current situation.

"We went home to visit the grave, and the car fell down the mountain, and then we ended up here. There is a high probability that we have arrived in some parallel time and space, and resurrected the corpse." Wen Yao lowered her voice and said cautiously.

What was exchanged was the sound of gasping from both father and son at the same time.

Wen Changping was stunned: "Then our side is gone?"

Wen Yao patted the dust off her head and replied: "My brother's car was newly bought. It is said to be quite strong. Although Yunwu Mountain is high, there should still be a whole body."

Father and son: "..."

Wenjun: "I have a medical seminar next week."

Wen Changping: “After paying so much for five social insurances and one housing fund, I only received one month’s retirement salary.”

Wen Yao spread his hands: "Anyway, I am a freelancer, and my family is wiped out. I have nothing to fear. Even if we are gone, we don't know what to do with our house and savings."

Wen Changping thought for a while and said: "The house was allocated by the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, so it should be taken back. The deposits and other things should be given to your aunt. After all, she is our only relative."