Quick Travel: Don’t take the Bai Yueguang be script

Fusang was painting flowers at home when she heard Tian from outside the door saying, "Why did people just go away like this? I pity the child Jingtong."

who? Who went?

Fusang put down her tricks and pushed open the door.

"Mom, who did you just say went?"

"It's Jingtong's mother. She seemed to have fallen down at home alone. When Jingtong came back from hunting, he was already dead."

How could it be Aunt Yang? Fusang went to see her a few days ago. She was in good health. He kept holding her hand and asked her to come and accompany her when she had nothing to do. He also said that he wanted to watch her marry Liu Jingtong.

"Yang's sudden death is because the pace of the small world has accelerated." Xiao Ai suddenly appeared.

"Xiao Ai, is the reason why the plot is sped up because the male protagonist has feelings for the supporting character? Yes or no?" Fusang didn't dare to think that all this was because of herself. It was she who caused Aunt Yang's premature death.

"Yes, because the plot has shifted, the small world will automatically be modified," Xiao Ai replied to Fusang.

Revise? Ha, it’s really funny. In order for the male protagonist to join the army without any distractions, Aunt Yang’s ending is death.

Because I had a lot of contact with Liu Jingtong, the revised plot of "Small World" was to have Aunt Yang die early, let the male protagonist be in the period of filial piety, and have the male protagonist join the army early and meet the female protagonist.

Why?

Why must the cannon fodder die and Bai Yueguang have to give way? Is it just to praise the love between the protagonists?

Fusang does not believe in fate. She believes that people should arrange their own destiny and choose their own path.

Xiao Ai feels like she's in trouble?

"Did I say something wrong?" Xiao Ai asked Xiao Qing, who was pretending to be dead next to her.

"No, big brother's answer is fine," Xiao Qing replied.

When Fusang found Liu Jingtong, Liu Jingtong was sitting on the ground. He seemed to hear a sound, and Liu Jingtong looked up.

"Fusang?" Liu Jingtong's eyes were red. He said to Fusang, "Fusang, my mother is gone. It's all my fault. I didn't remind her." Liu Jingtong pulled his hair.

"Jingtong, I don't blame you. Aunt Yang doesn't want you to be like this either." Fusang patted Liu Jingtong on the back.

"You still have me, I'm always here."

"Have you been there all along?"

"Unless one day Liu Jingtong personally says he doesn't want Fusang anymore."

"will not say."

Liu Jingtong spent all his savings over the past few years and held a grand funeral for Yang.

Fusang and Liu Jingtong knelt in front of Yang's grave.

"Aunt Yang, don't worry, I will take good care of brother Jingtong."

"Mother" Liu Jingtong kowtowed several times.

"Stop knocking, it's all bleeding." Fusang stopped Jingtong's movements.

"Be obedient, and Aunt Yang will also feel distressed."

"Um"

Because Aunt Yang passed away, Liu Jingtong never mentioned the matter of proposing marriage and kept his distance from Fusang before.

Fusang knew that the male protagonist was considering keeping filial piety, so he didn't ask Liu Jingtong about these things.

In addition to painting and embroidering flowers, I spent every day with Liu Jingtong.

Liu Tian and Tianshi could naturally see it. Thinking that he had watched Liu Jingtong grow up after all, it would be good for Fusang to really marry Liu Jingtong. After all, he knew everything about her and asked them what they meant after Liu Jingtong passed his filial piety period.

Fuso also cooperates with Zhou Yuanzhou in the embroidery business. Sometimes the person who delivers the materials is the previous manager, and sometimes it is Zhou Yuanzhou who delivers the materials himself.

Every time Zhou Yuanzhou came, Fusang found that there were so many little girls at his door, and they even threw them at Zhou Yuanzhou.

If this hits Zhou Yuanzhou's body, wouldn't it be in vain for him to nurse himself back to health, so Fusang always stays by Zhou Yuanzhou's side to prevent those women from having bad intentions.

Every time Zhou Yuanzhou would laugh at Fusang for making a fuss out of a molehill. Of course Fusang would not say that he took money from Zhou's mother to protect Zhou Yuanzhou.

"There is news from Shangjing that there is going to be a war?" Zhou Yuanzhou said. "I plan to slow down the embroidery business."

Fusang knew the development of the main plot, but the world in this book was too tense, and Liu Jingtong was still in his filial piety period.

"You've been feeling much better recently. What do you plan to do in the future?" Fusang asked Zhou Yuanzhou.

"I will probably go back to Beijing in the future, but I think it's pretty good here." Zhou Yuanzhou looked at Fusang. He knew that Fusang must have something to do with his improved health. If she didn't tell him, he wouldn't ask.

"Do you want to go to Beijing to visit?" Zhou Yuanzhou asked.

Fusang: "I'm so busy. My eldest brother is getting married soon."

"Notify me when the time comes," Zhou Yuanzhou replied.

"Are you going to wait for him?" Zhou Yuanzhou asked Fusang cautiously.

"Should wait."

"I didn't believe you before in your past life, but now I do." Zhou Yuanzhou narrowed his eyes happily, "How were we in the past life?"

"Previous life?" Fusang asked, "Do you really want to hear it? In your previous life, you prayed to heaven and earth and died."

"What about you?" Zhou Yuanzhou thought for a moment, "You won't go behind my back..."

Fuso quickly stopped, "If you die, I will hang myself with my belt."

"So affectionate?" Zhou Yuanzhou pinched Fusang's little face, "How about we make do with each other in this life?"

Fusang was stunned, "I have someone waiting for you, it's not like you don't know."

"I know, I know." Zhou Yuanzhou didn't dare to listen to what she continued. He was afraid of hearing the answer.

He still remembered Fusang asking him his wish before. He thought she was joking but didn't take her seriously.

she asked him a second time.

He said: "I want to live a healthy life like normal people."

Yes, after being ill for many years, he had long lost his childhood ambition. After so many years, his wish became to be like a normal person. He hopes that he can go out, enjoy the breeze, and do things that normal people do. He hopes that he can support the Zhou family.

At that time, Fusang heard his wish and touched his forehead. She said, "Yes."

She said that she would make up for what the world owed him. He will have a healthy body, be with the woman he loves, and have lovely children.

These are things Zhou Yuanzhou never dared to imagine before. It was Fusang's appearance that changed him.

Keren is greedy, he wants more now, he wants Fusang, wants to marry Fusang, and wants to have lovely children with Fusang. But he didn't dare to say it because Fusang said she was waiting for someone.

Fusang is waiting for that person, he is waiting for Fusang.

The word love is an unsolvable mystery.

If there really is a god in this world, please ask the god to take care of him. He has one more wish. Regarding Fusang, he hopes that she can get her wish.

"Zhou Yuanzhou, Zhou Zhou, why are you so dazed?"

"I have to go back"

"Go ahead, I'll draw the rest of the patterns."

Fusang thought that Liu Jingtong didn't pay attention to her recently, so she just drew flowers at home.

The eldest brother wants to marry someone from the next village. He said that they saw each other when they went to the market before, and they are very satisfied with this girl Tian. It is said that a shy girl is easy to get along with.

Fusang didn't think of the words shy at all about Wang, but when the two families met.

When Fusang saw Wang Xiaohua, who kept her head down and dared not look at anyone, everyone was dumbfounded. The shy Wang Xiaohua now will be the fierce Wang in the future.

When Wang Xiaohua saw Fusang, she especially liked to stick to Fusang.

Looking at Wang Xiaohua's face, Fusang could always think of the scene when Wang stuffed herself into the Huaqiao. Thinking of this, Fusang pinched Wang Xiaohua's cheek.

"Fuso? What's wrong?"

Seeing Wang Xiaohua with clear eyes, Fusang patted Wang Xiaohua's head, "It's okay, you and my brother are fine."

"I hate it." Wang Xiaohua patted Fusang's hand.

With a snap, it hit the back of Fusang's hand, which turned a large red area, and Fusang's eyes turned red. It's not painful, it's touching, or it's just the taste in my memory. After all, the strength of my hand hasn't changed.