Walking with the Villain, Lou Xiao'e's Alternative Love

Qi Shan got his revenge, but ended up with nothing.

With nothing in his pocket, he came to the mountainside not far from Xiushui Village.

He is like a craftsman who is isolated from the world.

Brick by brick, tile by tile, wood by wood, and stone by stone, he built a small courtyard with his own hands.

Then he carefully engraved a plaque with the three big characters "Jingxinguan" written on it.

From then on, he went up the mountain to collect herbs every day.

Like a living Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering.

The collected herbs were distributed free of charge to the poor people.

In this small world, he was doing good deeds while looking into the distance at Xiushui Village, which had long since become ruins.

The figures of the soldiers with blood-stained hands in the past gradually faded away.

Instead, he looked like a lay Buddhist who was devoted to seeking the truth.

In this way, time passed slowly and he spent long years peacefully in meditation.

Until the age of one hundred.

He lived a hard and miserable life.

His figure has not changed since then.

After Qishan passed away.

The people who had benefited from his kindness were grateful.

Everyone worked together and pooled their money to build him an exquisite small coffin made of high-quality wood.

He was buried at the foot of the mountain.

But for some reason, his soul seemed to be imprisoned here.

It takes a long time to reincarnate.

I can only sleep forever in the yellow earth at the foot of the mountain.

Until one day, a mountain torrent broke out.

Like the wrath of heaven.

It actually washed his coffin out of the tomb.

It was because of this that he finally had the opportunity to reincarnate.

And now there is a small coffin in this coffin shop.

It is the resting place of lay Buddhist Qishan.

It has gone through countless changes of spring and autumn.

Yet it is still intact.

Neither rot nor rot.

It's like a silent old man, standing quietly in the long river of time.

Silently telling the past that has been covered by the dust of time.

Xu Shaochen paused slightly, and the expression on his face changed instantly.

Pretending to be surprised and frightened.

His eyes were as big as bells, and his voice unconsciously rose a few notches.

With a slight tremor in her voice, she shouted, "Dad, Mom, tell me.

Isn’t there something indescribably weird about this matter?

It's so mysterious!

I, your dear son, feel as if I have been drawn into a mysterious and bottomless vortex of fate.

When I was lying in that coffin, it was like there was a magical projector in my head.

Strange pictures kept playing.

When I slowly woke up, I thought about the relationship between me and that Mr. Qishan.

It was as if they were tightly bound together by an invisible yet extremely tough silk thread.

There are countless intricate and wonderful connections.

It was like God was playing a huge joke on me.

But now I am totally confused.

I have no idea whether this is good luck or a huge problem. "

Lou Xiao'e and Xu Damao listened to their son's vivid description of the "dream".

The two of them looked at each other and reached a tacit understanding in an instant without asking any more questions.

They have already made up their minds.

There is a high chance that my own son is the reincarnation of Qi Shan.

And this accident may be like a wanderer who has been wandering for a long time and finally found his home.

This caused the son to fall asleep in the coffin.

As to why he woke up again, no one knows.

Maybe it's fate.

Or maybe it is true as my son said, the fate has not yet been severed.

But no matter what, as long as my son can come back.

No matter who he was in his previous life or even in the previous life before that.

Now he is just Xu Shaochen.

He is the couple's beloved son.

Even if my son has regained his memories of his past life, what can he do?

Doesn’t Lou Xiao’e herself also retain memories of her past life?

But she still got married and had children here safely.

"Son, Mom thinks your dream is a good thing.

Think about it, the authenticity of things in dreams is difficult to trace.

But as the saying goes: Awakening from a dream.

It means that after a person experiences certain revelations or situations, he suddenly becomes enlightened from his confusion and distress.

I have a thorough and clear understanding of life.

So, son, don't worry about it anymore.

It was nothing but a dream.

It is also a distant old dream that has been covered by the dust of time and disappeared in the depths of history.

It doesn't matter whether it is an illusory dream or real reality.

You just need to remember that you are Xu Shaochen.

You have a father and a mother who love you.

Grandpa and grandma.

There are so many relatives around me.

that's enough. "

Xu Damao then said, "That's right.

Your mother is right.

You just need to remember one thing.

You must be obedient from now on.

Don't mess around or make trouble.

Don't let your mother and I suffer because of you.

Otherwise, humph, I won't let you off easily."

Xu Shaochen saw that his parents seemed to have accepted his explanation of the "dream".

The hidden worry in my heart disappeared without a trace in an instant.

But this Old Xu is really not that good.

Every time he opens his mouth within three sentences, he will definitely mention that he wants to deal with him.

It really made him angry.

Xu Shaochen blinked his eyes and said with a hint of cunning and expectation: "Mom and Dad, look, I reported my dream to you word for word and without reservation.

Isn't it time for you to show some expression and give me a response?"

Xu Damao raised his eyebrows and continued, "Humph, this matter is simple.

Your mother and I can't let you feel that you have been wronged.

Tomorrow, your father will tell you what happened while you were in a coma.

I will tell you everything exactly as it happened.

Let you, a little brat, understand this clearly.

You've caused me and your mother so much trouble.

That's really life-or-death!"

Xu Shaochen rolled his eyes silently in his heart.

Once again, a "black account" was kept on my father Xu Damao.

“Do I need you to find a special show for this?

Afterwards, He Qing had to come and tell me the whole story.

Who cares about you saying these things?

This is not what I’m thinking about at all, okay?

What I am talking about is clearly the issue of inheritance of property that you mentioned before!

Coax me into letting the words out.

You guys are just like you have lost your memory.

Not a word was said about inheritance of the family property.

In the past, he always told me that one should be trustworthy.

How is this called keeping one's word?

They are clearly two big liars."

Xu Shaochen secretly complained about his parents.

But the more I thought about it, the more I felt like I had found the answer.

No wonder I value money more than my life.

It turned out that he was afraid of being poor in his previous life.

He was so poor that he had to rely on charity for even a coffin.

That feeling of lack is deeply engraved in the depths of the soul.

That's why I am such a small person now, but I love money so much.

I originally wanted to take over my parents' property as soon as possible.

It’s a natural progression to “inherit” the great cause.

But how could this thing go so smoothly?

Even though I didn't succeed right away, I didn't get discouraged.

However, it was a chance encounter.

It actually allowed him to regain memories of his past life, which should have disappeared with reincarnation, but were often vague and vague, like a mist.