Learning God through the book spoof system

The carriage wobbled along the road and finally stopped in front of a mansion.

Liang Zisheng got out of the car first, and the front of the mansion in front of him was full of green plants, which were beautifully trimmed.The mansion has no nameplate.

At this time, a young servant in Tsing Yi came out, saluted, and asked: "I don't know how many of you are here to find the Patriarch."

Murong Qing stepped forward and replied, "Exactly."

The little servant said: "The owner of the family said it in the scriptures, but I don't see you."

Murong Qing: "Please also tell him that a doctor will accompany you this time."

The little servant looked distressed, and still replied: "If you don't see it, you won't see it."

"This is the original words of the Patriarch."

Liang Zisheng became interested, who is so sacred that he can stop the emperor from the door.

"Excuse me for being rude, I came uninvited."

"Please also hand over this item to the owner."

As Liang Zisheng said, he took out a small wooden box and handed it to the boy.

The boy took the box and said, "I will try my best."

So the young man entered the mansion, walked through a bamboo grove, entered the courtyard, opened the door of the study, and said, "Patriarch, that man brought a doctor."

"The doctor asked me to deliver this to you, the Patriarch." He took out the small wooden box and placed it lightly on the table.

Incense was lit in the room, and the cabinets were full of rummaged books.There is a hundred square meters in the room, but there is only a square inch of land to stay.

Hearing this, Bai Xiuwen put down the book in his hand, picked up the small wooden box and opened it.

After a long time, he said, "Let him in."

Boy: "But let him alone?"

Bai Xiuwen: "Let him come in too, just in the front yard."

The servant was ordered to leave the room and go to lead them.

Boy: "Three, please come inside."

Murong Qing was a little startled, he didn't know what Liang Zisheng had given to let him go.You know, since the battle at the palace gate, Bai Xiuwen didn't want to see him no matter what.

Murong Qing wanted to ask, but he didn't know how to ask.

Liang Jun leaned over to Liang Zisheng's side and whispered, "Are you talking big again?"

Liang Zisheng: "Do I need to talk big?"

Liang Jun: "..." He smiled awkwardly, really, it's not the first time I met him, and I still want to find love.

The servant led the three of them to the front yard, poured tea, and said, "You three, please wait a moment."

Murong Qing: "It's okay."

After the boy left, there was a hint of embarrassment in the air.

There is a stream in the front yard, the water flow is clear, and the sound of running water makes people feel relaxed and lazy.

After a long time, only one person came.

Bai Xiuwen's hair was half-clumped, a little messy, and a pair of white doves were embroidered on the black robe.It's been a long time since I saw him, he lost the vigor and dazzling on the battlefield back then, and became a little more calm and melancholy.

The originally handsome face with a bit of aggression is now gentle and calm, with the feeling of a humble son.

"You guys have been waiting for a long time."

When Murong Qing saw his former comrades-in-arms, he had mixed feelings, and said, "I will see you soon..."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Bai Xiuwen: "I have declined many times, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Murong Qing: "I'm not in the court now, so I don't need to call him that."

"By the way, this is Liang Zisheng, Liang Jun."

Bai Xiuwen looked at the two of them, and his eyes stopped on Liang Zisheng.There was a little surprise in his eyes, did he think so?

Feeling Bai Xiuwen's strong gaze, Liang Zisheng felt a little uncomfortable, and said, "But what's on my face?"

Bai Xiuwen: "No, it's just that you look familiar."

Liang Zisheng: "I think Patriarch Bai looks familiar to you."

After the speech, no one on the field spoke again.

Liang Jun then said: "It's getting late, I don't know where the sick man is."

Bai Xiuwen lowered his eyes and remained silent, as if he didn't want to take them to meet.

After Murong Qing noticed it, he said, "I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."

"Xiuwen, you take the two doctors there. Look at Brother Chu."

Bai Xiuwen: "Then I won't keep you."

After Murong Qing left, Bai Xiuwen stood up and said, "Liang Jun, go to the pharmacy."

"You, come with me."

So the boy led Liang Jun, and Liang Zisheng followed Bai Xiuwen.

Bai Xiuwen walked in front and led him through a bamboo forest, followed by a pond.There are lotus leaves floating on the pond, and there are lotus flowers in bud in the pond.

Finally, in the deepest part of the mansion, there is an osmanthus tree. Because it is not yet in season, there are only a few scattered flowers on the tree.But the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus lingers on the tip of the nose.

Sitting on the chair under the tree was a man with white hair and black hair. He seemed to be asleep with his eyes closed. His face was pale and he was not energetic.

Bai Xiuwen stepped forward and carefully brushed the fallen leaves off Chu Junyu's head.

Liang Zisheng: "The patient is him."

Bai Xiuwen: "Yes."

Liang Zisheng: "It looks familiar."

Bai Xiuwen didn't answer, but said, "I hope what you said is true."

Liang Zisheng: "Naturally."

"However, we still need to see his pulse."

Bai Xiuwen acquiesced, and exposed Chu Junyu's wrist to feel his pulse.

Liang Zisheng felt his pulse carefully, the pulse condition... nothing wrong with it.Liang Zisheng was very surprised, and once thought that he had made a mistake.

Bai Xiuwen: "How."

Liang Zisheng: "I don't know if you believe it or not."

"He's fine."

Bai Xiuwen: "Then why didn't you wake up?"

Liang Zisheng: "According to the pulse condition, there is no toxin in his body."

Bai Xiuwen: "The poison is definitely gone."

Liang Zisheng: "Did you clear it?"

Bai Xiuwen: "Didn't you already guess it?"

Liang Zisheng: "Young Master Chu, he is fine except that he is a little weak."

"As for why he didn't wake up, I guess only he knows."

Bai Xiuwen: "How do you say that?"

Liang Zisheng: "You and I are considered colleagues now, and you must be aware of his health, so I won't say much."

"He now has two situations."

"One, I don't want to wake up. Two, I can't wake up due to a faulty nervous system, so I need acupuncture and moxibustion."

Bai Xiuwen: "It's impossible for elder brother not to want to wake up."

"Since you have a way, then stay here, okay."

Liang Zisheng: "No problem, but the treatment will take a long time, I'm not sure."

Bai Xiuwen: "As long as there is a way."

Liang Zisheng: "I will do my best."

At this moment, Chu Junyu didn't want to wake up, to be precise, he was stuck inside and couldn't wake up.

To be more precise, he is Chu Mo at the moment, the broken self.

Chu Mo only felt sore and tired all over.Opening his eyes with difficulty, he was lying on a small bed.I got up and put on my slippers, and I saw shreds of paper all over the floor.

Looking up at the ceiling, it is the small room in memory, the small room that has trapped him all his life.

Pushing open the door, the room was dim and dark, and the air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol and mixed with the choking smell of second-hand smoke.Chu Mo couldn't help coughing, and his coughing attracted a figure.

Chu Mo was blocked by this extremely huge shadow for him, and he whispered: "Dad...cough cough!...Dad."

Father Chu was completely drunk when he heard his six-year-old son calling him.Putting on a fierce and dissatisfied expression on his face, holding the wine bottle in his hand, he scolded angrily: "You little bastard! Who is your father!"

"Damn! If it weren't for you, I would capsize in the gutter?!"

"Damn it."

Chu Mo tried hard not to make a sound, and hid in the room, curled up at the foot of the bed by himself.

The shredded paper on the ground, red and yellow, are certificates to please parents.

After an unknown amount of time, there was a loud noise outside, followed by silence.

Chu Mo carefully opened the door and looked outside through the gap.After confirming that his father had left, he carefully walked out of the room.

Skillfully entered the kitchen, tore off the garbage bags, and his small body was busy in the messy house.

Put away the wine glass and put it away so you can change it, get the mop from the toilet, and awkwardly but deftly mop it around the house.

After a few rounds, although the originally messy room was not very tidy, it looked very comfortable.

Chu Mo took out a light bulb from the cabinet, stepped on the chair and thought about his feet to replace the old light bulb.

"Ah!" Just after changing it, I accidentally fell to the ground.

Chu Mo frowned, walked to the bathroom, and washed the wound with clean water.

After everything was done, Chu Mo went back to his small room, as if nothing happened.

Chu Mo was sitting at the desk, doing homework and reading a book.On the desk against the wall, there is a piece of paper pasted, which reads: If you have to be good, you will be wanted.

Click, the sound of the door lock opening sounded.

Chu Mo came out of the room and carefully looked towards the door.

I saw a woman wearing a suit, carrying a black bag, and wearing a head of jet-black hair.

Without changing his shoes, he went directly into the house, looked around, and found Chu Mo with a look of disgust on his face.

But he still waved and said, "Come here."

Chu Mo was very obedient, so he walked towards her.

The woman looked him up and down, and then said, "Do you know what to say in court tomorrow?"

Chu Mo: "I know, mom..." Before finishing the last two words, the woman interrupted: "Don't call!"

Chu Mo: "I, I know."

After the woman finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave.

Chu Mo stepped forward and grabbed the corner of the woman's clothes, with a look of hope in his eyes, he said, "You can."

"Don't want me, take me away, okay?"

The woman didn't look moved at all, and replied: "Don't daydream." After speaking, she shook off Chu Mo's little hand and walked away simply.

Chu Mo stood quietly on the spot, with tears in his eyes, but he still tried his best not to let them fall.

Because Chu Mo saw in the story that adults don't like crying children.

During the night, there was a burst of insults outside the room, and he knew that his father was drinking again.

On the second day, I went to court as scheduled.

NPC Judge A said: "Are you sure you want to give up the custody of the child automatically?"

The man and the woman answered almost simultaneously: "Sure."

NPC Judge A said: "When both parents are divorced, the child must belong to one of them."

The man's lawyer said: "About child support, you need to have a stable income, and my client is currently unemployed and cannot provide a stable life for the child."

"And the woman not only has a stable job, but also has a high income, which is more than enough to raise a child."

The woman's lawyer retorted: "I object."

"The woman's situation is not what you said. My client owes hundreds of thousands at this time, and the house has been mortgaged, so he cannot provide a stable life for the child."

Chu Mo sat in the middle, watching how hard they were trying to avoid him.

At this time, the woman said: "Since neither of us can raise him, then ask who he wants to be with."

Chu Mo, who was named, swallowed, a little nervous.

In fact, in his heart he was a little greedy, he wanted his parents to be with him.But this is simply a fantasy, Chu Mo's helpless eyes flicked across the court.

The woman's indifferent eyes, the man's disgusted expression.

Chu Mo kept telling himself:

be good!be good!be good!be good!

But... if you are obedient, no one will ask for it.

He couldn't hold back his tears anymore, Chu Mo didn't know when, there were already two streams on his face.

Just as he was preparing for the next match, Chu Mo said with a choked voice, "I won't follow anyone, I won't follow anyone..."

"No one will follow."

In the end, Chu Mo was sent to the orphanage.

When they left the court, Chu Mo followed behind them.The man walked very fast, wishing he could fly out.The woman walked very steadily, looking a little relaxed from the back.

Chu Mo followed to the gate of the court and did not follow anymore. They did not look back from the beginning to the end. Chu Mo was very obedient from the beginning to the end, and no one wanted him from the beginning to the end.

Chu Mo carried a small schoolbag and entered a brand new place.

Just entered the courtyard, there is a small fountain, surrounded by some flowers, very nice.

Inside, there are many children.Some came forward to say hello to Chu Mo, but Chu Mo just glanced at them and ignored them.

After going up to the second floor and confirming his own bed, Chu Mo stayed there the whole time.

His eyes were a little empty, he didn't want to move, he just wanted to sit quietly like this.

At night, the sound of children crying came from the corridor, which made Chu Mo unable to sleep, and he didn't want to sleep at first.So he got up and went downstairs, shocked by what he saw, and he felt resentful.

It was the dean, with a belt in his hand, beating the little boy on the ground.The boy looked about the same age as Chu Mo.

The dean is a 40-year-old man with a bloated figure, coupled with his disgusting smile, Chu Mo couldn't help cursing secretly: "Pervert."

So he went back to the second floor and pushed down the flowerpot along the side, which hit the dean on the back.

"Who is it!" The dean's voice echoed in the courtyard.

At night, they drove all of them downstairs and squatted in the grass until someone came out and confessed.

Chu Mo didn't want others to be troubled by him, so he stood up.

The dean laughed until his face was distorted, and said, "Are you new here today?"

Chu Mo was silent.

The dean pulled the belt around Chu Mo's body without any warning. Chu Mo was in pain, but he still endured the pain and remained silent.

The dean came to the interest, one after another.

No one dared to step forward to stop it, and the principal didn't stop until Chu Mo's white pajamas turned red.

"You boy, I remember, don't try to run away in the future."

Chu Mo returned to the room, skillfully washed the wound, and treated it briefly.

A little boy stood at the door of the toilet and said, "Thank you."

Chu Mo: "I just can't get used to it."

The little boy said: "You better run away."

Chu Mo: "Why?"

"It's him who should escape."

A few days later, the dean received a letter of dismissal.

The little boy knew that it was Chu Mo who did it.

Chu Mo reported anonymously, thinking that the matter would end like this.But as a result, things got out of hand.

At night, Chu Mo was dragged from the bed, put on a hood, and dragged all the way to the backyard.

He took off the hood abruptly, and the dazzling light shone on his face.After seeing the person clearly, Chu Mo's eyes were full of panic and fear.

The former dean and the current dean stood in front of them, and there were several men behind them.

Chu Mo's eyes were full of fear, and his whole body was tied to the ground. He was at a loss and didn't know how to face what happened next.

Several people were drinking, not knowing what they were betting on.After hearing a burst of cheers, Chu Mo was about to be beaten severely.

Chu Mo's deep wailing terrified the little informant boy not far away.The little boy tightly covered his mouth, tears kept streaming out, and kept apologizing in his heart: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, if I didn't say it, I would be the one who was beaten, I'm sorry...I'm scared, I'm scared of being beaten, I'm sorry.

The next day Chu Mo hid, and he hid, and the little boy was going to take his place.

Hearing his wailing, Chu Mo got the courage to step inside step by step.

What does a six-year-old know?All he knew was that the world needed someone to step up, someone like the hero in the story.

Little did he know that he was just a six-year-old child, a child who needed a hero to save him.

As the days passed, Chu Mo's spirit was on the verge of collapse.

At school, he heard from his teacher that as long as he won the first place in the competition, he could go straight to high school, he seemed to see a life-saving straw.

He couldn't leave his book all the time, and when he got the certificate, Chu Mo's hands were trembling, and he cried, crying heartbreakingly.

No one knew why he was crying, but it was just a quota, as for it.

The moment Chu Mo left the orphanage to go to the new campus, Chu Mo let out a long sigh of relief, with a slight smile on his lips.

Although, the people on campus are not friendly to this elementary school boy.But this level of intensity is nothing to Chu Mo.

Chu Mo always wears a pair of glasses, he is not short-sighted.His long bangs covered his face, and he was a weirdo in the eyes of his classmates.

Chu Mo would never refuse other people's requests and would satisfy them.

He just wants to finish school quietly, come out to work, and be a normal person.

First, first, and still first, Chu Mo's grades were so stable that even the teachers were amazed.The same is true, he successfully got the recommended spot.

Everything seemed to be on the right track, and Chu Mo gradually became cheerful, feeling that the future was promising.

Until that day, Chu Mo received a call in his rental house.

Chu Mo could recognize the woman's voice even if it turned into ashes. The woman's voice was slightly hoarse than before, and said, "Son, do you still remember me?"

Chu Mo held the phone tightly and said silently, "..."

The woman then said in a commanding tone: "Your sister is sick, come to the hospital tomorrow to test whether she meets the standards for bone marrow transplantation."

Chu Mo exploded at this moment, and screamed with all his strength: "Who the hell are you!!! Who is your son!!!! Your daughter's life and death is none of my business!!!"

After speaking, he threw the phone to the ground hard, and Chu Mo leaned on the chair panting, trying to calm himself down.

He went into the toilet and rinsed his head with cold water, soaking his clothes down his neck.Chu Mo took off his clothes, and scars appeared in the mirror. Chu Mo's eyes were blurred, and a self-deprecating smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

As he remembered the man, he drank wine bottle after bottle and made a mess of the house.

Lie drunkenly in front of the computer and turn it on to enter the game interface.

A game language popped up: May we all get what we want in the end.