On the price to pay for changing the plot

In the middle of the night, Wuyue woke up Fu Heng and slipped out of the room with him. Fu Heng had already left the palace in a daze. It was so easy to travel thousands of miles at night. It was about dawn, and they stopped in front of a simple thatched hut At this time, Fu Heng also suddenly woke up. He clutched his stiff neck, "Monk, why did you bring me here?"

Wuyue didn't answer, he walked to the wooden door and knocked, "Benefactor Fu, the poor monk brought little benefactor Fu here."

The door opened in response, and Fu Yin and Mrs. Fu appeared in front of them. He opened his mouth slightly, "Father, mother——"

Everything is wrong, how could Wuyue put them here? According to the original plot, shouldn't Fu Yin and his wife be put in prison?How did it become like this?

"Ah Heng, as long as there is nothing wrong," Mrs. Fu checked carefully up and down, and she was relieved that there was no major problem.

Fu Yin, who was standing beside Wuyue, was also relieved. He put his hands together and saluted Wuyue, "Thank you, master, for saving my family from suffering."

"Fu benefactor doesn't need to be too polite, just call the poor monk Wuyue. This is the poor monk's fault, and the poor monk is also trying to make up for it." Wuyue sideways avoided, without accepting the ceremony, his lotus eyes disappeared Compassion and apology were all over the place, mixed with some youthfulness, and it was only then that Fu Yin realized that he was just a young man a few years older than Fu Heng.

So it's all messed up now?So that bastard Wuyue saved his family?But this is different from before, why don't you follow the routine?It can't be a conspiracy.

"hypocritical!"

Fu Yin rapped him on the forehead, "I haven't seen you for a few days and your skin is itching again, isn't it? If it weren't for Wuyue, our family would not be rescued so easily. Be careful what you say to me!"

Wuyue lowered his eyes, a smile appeared in his eyes, the lines on his face were raised, stained with the smoke and fire of the world, Fu Heng could see it, and walked to him in two steps, "What do you want to do again?"

"The poor monk will definitely not make small moves, the benefactor can rest assured," he smiled slightly, with affection in his eyes.

Fu Heng's scalp was numb when he looked at him, but he didn't hesitate, and glared at him fiercely, "Tch! Who would believe it!"

Mrs. Fu saw that they were not dealing with each other, although she didn't know the situation between the two of them, she still calmed down, "The child has no shape, no wonder if there is no moon."

"The benefactor is very polite. The benefactor Fu is innocent and cute. The poor monk really wants to get close." He smiled sweetly, and looked at her with a sense of respect, without the airs of a national teacher. "It's getting late. The poor monk should go back."

"Walk slowly without the moon," Fu Yin and Mrs. Fu nodded. This time, we don't know when we will see each other again.

Wuyue raised her lips, and his eyes fell on Fu Heng's face, which was deep and soft, as if he wanted to carve him into the bone marrow, "Donor take care."

The rosy light in the sky gradually appeared, and Wuyue's face was covered with a layer of brilliance, which was holy and beautiful. Fu Heng thumped in his heart. He didn't want to admit that he had softened a little at this moment. If the monk really wanted to let them go, then he would still What is there to be angry about, different standpoints, how to get others to agree with you, Wuyue let them go privately, when Ying Li finds out, you have to have a hard time, "Hmm."

Wuyue laughed hoarsely, and disappeared into the mist with strides. He really has no regrets about going here. After a while, the grudge will be gone in that person's heart, and he should be content.

The system sounded at the right time, "The host is ready, the world is changing!"

In a blink of an eye, he landed in a courtyard, Fu Yin and his wife and other things disappeared, and he left that world.

This courtyard was very familiar, he thought about it, and he was sure that this was the mansion of Yanke?What are you doing!Is this guy in the system out of his mind?Yan Ke, that beast, he clearly remembers his bestial behavior, what is going on now?You don't want to let him do it again, do you?

"System! You are taking revenge on me! You just wait for me! I will dismantle you when you go back!"

The system hiding in the corner shrunk its head, terribly wronged, brother, it really didn't do it, all this was assigned by the main system, and it didn't want to, did it have to prepare its own coffin?

He couldn't get the echo from the system, so he walked around the courtyard in a dull manner. The layout of the courtyard hadn't changed much. He quickly found Yan Ke's bedroom. The lights inside were still on and the windows were open. , he didn't dare to get too close, but he found a hidden place to hide and got a clear view of the situation in the room.

A five or six-year-old boy was sitting upright in the window, dozing off while writing with a pen in his hand. He couldn't bear it anymore and bumped his head on the table. Fu Heng could hear a bang. , I don't know if such an older child can stand it?

As he expected, the child cried out in pain, looked sideways with teary eyes, Fu Heng couldn't see the person, and the window was not big, so he could only hear the boy murmuring, "Ah, daddy." , I, I hurt."

"Yan Ke, don't flirt with me, don't sleep if you can't finish writing big characters tonight!"

Fuck, Fuck!Yan Ke!Fu Heng was stunned. Is this five or six-year-old child Yan Ke?He approached the room quietly, and saw clearly that the child's appearance was indeed a shrunken version of Yan Ke, so now he has passed through to Yan Ke's childhood, darling, is he suddenly light?What is Xiao Yanke afraid of?

Yan Ke's forehead was swollen just after the collision, he didn't cry out for pain anymore, he kept his mouth tightly pressed, and continued to write while holding the pen.

The door of the room opened suddenly, and a man roughly similar to Yan Ke came out. Fu Heng didn't expect him to come out, and stood under a crabapple tree in front of him. He was a man who was not blind. Arrived, but Father Yan passed by without blinking.

Fu Heng was dumbfounded. He checked his body, but such an obvious person didn't see it. Could it be that the old man is blind?Look at his steady steps and he doesn't look like a blind man.

Regardless of that, when the man walked away, he looked at the little man in the room again. The child was lying on the table and fell asleep. He thought about it for a while, and said that his father would probably not be coming back, so he walked away softly. When we got to the window, the white paper on the table was covered with words, and the boy's small hand holding the pen was rubbed red. I didn't expect Yan Ke to have such a strict father, so why did he grow crooked?

Just as he was thinking, there were footsteps behind him, he looked back and met those eyes as black as thick ink, Fu Heng was terrified, broke into the management house at night, was caught but would be put in prison.

It's just that his fear might be superfluous, because Yan Lao didn't look at him, and entered the room with a basin, ignoring him directly.

He can't see himself, so does that mean that nothing will happen if he goes in now? It doesn't matter if Fu Heng follows the man into the house if he wants to do it. He understands in seconds that the system sent him to this world. Wanting him to witness something as a bystander.

Father Yan picked up Xiao Yan Ke, untied his coat, and then put him on the bed very lightly. The child's head was swollen and tall, and the man's upright face showed a broken expression, showing distress, and he wrung The dry handkerchief was slightly covered, and he touched half of the child's face with his big hand. He didn't know what to think, and his eyes were red.

Suddenly the scene changed again, and day and night continued to change. He stopped and looked again, and he stood next to a swing, on which sat a four or five-year-old girl, as delicate as a willow. The rope of the swing swayed slightly back and forth, with a doting face on his face, which was the complete opposite of his face when he was facing Yan Ke.

"Father! You can shake it higher!"

"Ah He, you will fall if you shake it too high," Yan Lao said helplessly. Fu Heng could tell his connivance at a glance. This man's way of raising his two children is completely different. On the one hand, he is cold-blooded to Yan Ke. As for the policy, Yan He was really in love with the sky, but he really didn't understand it.

"Father..."

The old slave led Yan Ke, who was seven or eight years old, in. His small body was carrying a book bag, and there were countless books in it. Taking away the book bag on his body, his father hugged Yanhe off the swing, but she kicked it with her little feet very unhappy, yelling that she wanted to play for a while, but his father pinched her angrily Little nose, took her away.

Fu Heng sat on the swing, and Xiao Yanke followed Father Yan's figure from the beginning to the end until he could no longer see him. He turned his head silently. The swing was still shaking. He walked over timidly and touched it with his little hand. swing.

Fu Heng was not quite used to the current state for a while, Xiao Yanke's small hand passed through his body and touched the wooden board, and the curled eyelashes covered his eyes, Fu Heng was so close, he didn't see that It contains something.

Suddenly, a tear rolled down, and then the tears poured down like heavy rain, his little body was shaking with sobs, looking very pitiful.

Seeing the little Yan Ke crying like this, Fu Heng was in a very complicated mood. If the adult Yan Ke was standing in front of him, he would definitely have no sympathy at all. pity.