Dressed as a man with the eldest son

Drop drop-

Nan Ruo opened his eyes amidst the urging of the alarm clock, and what he saw was the familiar but unfamiliar suspended ceiling, which was made into a skylight and installed with one-way glass, so that the inside can see the outside, but the outside cannot see the inside, no matter day or night As long as you lie down, you can see the sky outside, or the blue sky and white clouds, or the crackling rain, and you can also hear the sound of rain hitting.

This was specially installed when he was decorating the house. He likes to find inspiration in this way, including every place in the house, serving his inspiration.

home...

Nan Ruo stared blankly at the sparrow falling from the glass window, until the sparrow lowered its head and pecked and found that it couldn't move and flapped its wings and flew away, then he came back to his senses.

This is... back? !

Sitting up awkwardly, something slipped and fell to the ground with a thud. Looking around, it was the book "The Empress of the Prosperous Age" that he had engraved into his mind!

On the open pages were the notes he wrote down all night. Nan Ruo bent over to pick them up, and quickly flipped through to the end. It was still the ending of the hero and heroine living happily together. Nothing had changed. I couldn’t tell whether it was disappointment or happiness. .

Sitting on the bed in a daze for a long time, I realized later that I pinched myself, it hurts, it's true.

It's not a dream, it's really back!

In the next second, he immediately lifted the quilt to touch the phone, and found it under the quilt rolled up by him after searching for it on the pillow for a long time.

Stumbled and stumbled to unlock, slowly opened missed calls, text messages, Weibo, WeChat, looked around one by one, no strange calls, no strange text messages, private messages searched for half an hour, but did not find the agreed password, WeChat did. Friend application is not what they agreed to say.

The phone fell back on the bed, and despair floated in my heart.

Was it really his wish?

During the period when Xia Houzhi was seriously ill, he worshiped almost all the gods and Buddhas that could be worshiped. Later, he had to go to temples and Taoist temples every year when he inspected, and he was laughed at by young people who believed in science more and more. feudal.

Nan Ruo just laughed it off when he heard it, he would rather believe it, he would rather believe that the time travel was manipulated by gods and Buddhas, not space and time, so that he could pray, pray that he and Xia Houzhi could still meet again in the next life.

Is he really too greedy? He got a disease-free, disaster-free and brilliant life, but he still thinks that God will take care of him again.

But why did you bring him back again?

Nan Ruo was confused, and suddenly there was a glimmer of hope in his heart, yes, why did he come back? Since God has favored him again, he will definitely give him hope.

No rush, no rush.

He murmured to himself that time and space were different, maybe he would come back first and Xia Houzhi would be later, or he was already here, but he hadn't recalled the memory of his previous life, or it was not convenient to contact him for the time being.

All kinds of speculations came to mind, even the situation that Xia Houzhi was abducted and sold to the deep mountains without even being able to access the Internet.

Nan Ruo cheered up all of a sudden, put down the novel and went to the bathroom to see the rejuvenated self. Although he was very healthy in his previous life until he died, his appearance is naturally incomparable to when he was young.

Looking at my young self in the mirror, it seems like a lifetime away.

It's just that under the young skin is a soul that has experienced old age.

Nan Ruo didn't dare to go out immediately, just like he had to adapt to the change when he first wore Dayan, now he also needs to change, temperament habits and mentality need to be adjusted.

Xiao Ruogu was still young when he was in Dayan, and the subsequent changes can be said to be growth, but in modern times, he is already 28, and his personality and habits have basically been determined. If he suddenly changes drastically, anyone who is familiar with him will find it problematic.

It took Nan Ruo half a month to adjust himself and reacquaint himself with modern times. Fortunately, he is used to staying at home. In the Internet age, no matter whether he is working or communicating with family and friends, he can do it with a mobile phone. It's really not suitable to meet before tidying up.

Fortunately, it was only one night when he traveled through a hundred years in modern times. Everything was as usual, and there was no urgent matter that required him to come forward immediately, except for the little cousin's voice to ask him about the progress of the adaptation.

Nan Ruosi refused again and again, and reintroduced her to a familiar screenwriter.

In fact, no one knows this book better than him, but he can't change it no matter how he picks up the pen.

The Emperor Yongzhao he knew was not the male protagonist who was as affectionate as the sea in the book, and Zheng Fan was not the heroine who was foolish and sweet in love, including every supporting character he had ever met and got along with, they were not as described in the book.

Everyone already has an inherent image in his heart, and he has no way to set it according to the book.

The cousin happily agreed. Compared with Nan Ruo, who had no achievements in costume dramas, the new screenwriter introduced was much better at it.

However, Nan Ruo didn't give up completely. The experience of 100 years in his previous life was enough for him to create an overhead universe.

Especially after waiting for half a month without waiting for the expected information.

He didn't know whether Xia Houzhi forgot the contact information he agreed on, took what he said before as a joke to coax him, or whether he didn't remember the memory of his previous life at all.

After much deliberation, he decided to choose a paragraph and write it into a novel. The script is certainly possible, but it will take at least a year from filming to broadcasting. It is too slow. He can't wait. The novel will be effective immediately, and there is no need to directly write the story of him and Xia Houzhi. , the two have seen many things worth writing about during their 40-plus years in court together, and it would be a wonderful story to pick out any one of them.

It's been another half month, and the popularity of novels posted on Weibo has doubled, but there is still no private message that I want to see.

Nan Ruo was not in a hurry either. After Xia Houzhi left in his previous life, he lived alone for 53 years, and no matter how many emotions he had in his heart, he was just waiting.

After adjusting his status, he first went back to his hometown to visit his relatives, and his aunts and uncles walked one by one. For them, it was only a few months without seeing each other, but for him it was a full 100 years.

Followed by dealing with the interpersonal relationship around him, whether it is a friend or a colleague, they all need to get familiar with and connect again. With a hundred years of experience, Nan Ruo is handy. What he couldn't see clearly before, now he can see clearly at a glance. .

I couldn't help feeling a lot of emotion in my heart.

This day, Nan Ruo took his little assistant to the banquet. A play he had written before was about to be broadcast. The director and producer invited him to socialize together. After drinking and eating, Party A’s father was sent away. Nan Ruo turned to watch A group of people came down from the upstairs box.

The head is a spirited old man, but he should be over seventy years old, holding a cane, very dignified, of course Nan Ruo is not looking at him, but the young man who is supporting him, or the boy.

Nearly 1.9 meters tall, with deep and handsome features, dressed in sportswear, with a sports backpack slung across his back, as if he had just been called after a game.

Nan Ruo couldn't help but hooked his lips into a smile.

The boy was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door of the hotel where Nan Ruo was staying. Just as the boy was about to speak, he was pulled in and pushed onto the bed without any resistance.

Nan Ruo fixedly stared at the person: "Are you an adult?"

The young man reached out and clasped his fingers, with a familiar and nostalgic tolerance in his eyes: "Also called Xia Houzhi, half."

It was the age when we first met in the previous life.

Nan Ruo pressed the tip of her tongue against her teeth: "Caution, it seems that I have to be an old cow and eat young grass."

Xia Houzhi's Adam's apple rolled: "I'll eat it for you, I'll give you everything."

Nan Ruo licked his lips and had a good time.

It's just that the tender grass grows too luxuriantly, and he, who hasn't tasted it for a long time, eats too eagerly and stabs his throat. Fortunately, the juice from the tender grass bites is delicious, which relieves his greed, and then the whole person falls into the tender grass , rising and falling with the grass waves.

Nan Ruo clasped the boy's shoulders, thinking that the height of 1.9 meters is not in vain.

The long-lost hearty.

There is only one thing——

Nan Ruo slapped Xia Houzhi's mouth away: "Don't kiss me!"

"You should get rid of this problem soon." He looked disgusted, "You are not disgusting, but I am still disgusting." With drooping eyelids, he said nonchalantly, "Is there nothing wrong with you in this life?"

Xia Houzhi squeezed his tightened hand reassuringly: "No, I am healthy physically and mentally. If you don't believe me, I can go to the hospital to issue a certificate."

Nan Ruo felt relieved, and enjoyed the aftertaste with peace of mind.

Xia Houzhi kneaded his waist for him, planning in his mind that he would have to take him to exercise more in the future, and Ruo Geer obviously didn't bring along all the diseases that he had in his previous life.

Nan Ruo calmed down and began to settle accounts: "Tell me, why didn't you come to me?"

Xia Houzhi paused.

Nan Ruo turned her head: "Don't fool me by saying what you just remembered."

I saw his expression just now, but I didn't suddenly think of it on the spot. It was clearly an accident that I met him. Obviously, he knew that he was back, but he didn't come to look for him...

"Tell me, is there anything else you can't tell me?"

Xia Houzhi lay down: "I just remembered the story you wrote. In less than a week, I went to you. I..."

Nan Ruo sighed and understood where his crux lies: "Guess how long I lived after you left?"

Xia Houzhi hesitated.

Nan Ruo: "I lived to be 110 years old, live a long life."

Xia Houzhi was shocked, his chest was full of shock and regret, he hugged him with red eyes: "I'm sorry."

Thinking of Ruoge'er living alone for 53 years, the pain was so painful that he even had difficulty breathing.

Nan Ruo stroked his back and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I can blame you for wanting to live. It's because I'm greedy for power and don't want to leave, it has nothing to do with you."

If he left at that time, everything they had done before would be in vain.

Speaking of it, it was Zheng Fan's fault. After she was free, she let herself go. She had a full set of theories and detailed knowledge in her mind. With this time difference, she pinned all kinds of inventions on her group of "women's army".

Let’s not talk about theoretical laws and the like, anyway, they were the first to make things, and only their names will be recorded in history.

Her "women's army" took care of all aspects of food, clothing, housing, and transportation. It is conceivable that there will be a lot of female scholars and pioneers in the textbooks of later generations.

She was happy, she had lived enough, patted her ass and closed her eyes, leaving behind a pile of technology that was forcibly ahead of her by hundreds of years. The emperor can set it all on fire.

"What's more, how do you know that I'm alone? After you left, I don't know how many people showed love to me."

Xia Houzhi rubbed the tip of his nose, his red eyes were tender and affectionate: "You won't."

Nan Ruo raised his eyebrows: "I will?"

Xia Houzhi laughed hoarsely: "No..." He leaned over and whispered in his ear, "...only ate me..."

Nan Ruo was speechless, his reactions and habits could not deceive anyone, he only left Xia Houzhi's imprint on it, and no one else.

Xia Houzhi caressed his cheek with his finger: "I'm sorry, I didn't come to you immediately."

I'm also sorry for leaving you alone for so long.

Nan Ruo sighed: "I've been waiting for 50 years, and it's not bad. Do you believe me now?"

They have been together for so many years, and they can understand what each other is thinking with just one look. It is nothing more than fear that he will regret it, fear that he will treat him as a dream, and fear that he will no longer choose him and love him. No matter how many times he tossed him, anyone who talked to him would be suspicious for a long time, until he died, he would doubt whether he loved him or not, no matter how many times he said it, it was useless.

Xia Houzhi felt even more guilty: "I was planning to meet you in two days, but I didn't expect to meet you earlier."

Forget it, I finally saw it.

Nan Ruo patted him on the back reassuringly. If he had been in the past, he would have been concerned, but after living for so many years, all he had left was the joy of meeting again. Thinking of this, looking at his youthful face, he couldn't help sighing: "This time I'm really eating young grass."

Counting past and present, physical and psychological, he is twice as big as Xia Houzhi.

Nun Cao took his hand with a smile, and her hoarse voice was full of temptation: "Would you like to eat it again?"

Nan Ruo: "...Yes."