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Time goes back a little.

Xiao Xiangyuan's home.

Probably because today he got up early to eat dinner again, straddled the wall and smashed his round-faced fat aunt angrily, and had a fierce conflict with his friends at night, Xiao Xiangyuan became sleepy not long after dinner.

It's just that he didn't want to sleep well, and sat on the small bench with his hands on his chin, his big head bit by bit.

Seeing that his head was empty several times, the whole person was startled suddenly, his two black eyes widened in shock, but his expression was confused and wronged, Fu Qitang couldn't help but walked over and touched the top of his head, "Go to sleep , children sleep more to grow taller.”

Xiao Xiangyuan hugged his leg, rubbed his head against his trouser leg, and muttered: "...a story."

"what?"

"Tell a story." Xiao Xiangyuan's voice was a little louder, and there was a trace of obvious grievance in his tone, "Children can only fall asleep after listening to stories. Why don't you know anything, and you want me to tell you."

"Did your parents tell stories to lull you to sleep?" Fu Qitang asked.

Xiao Xiangyuan nodded, and said confidently, "Of course!"

Fu Qitang spread his hands: "But I'm not your parents, and besides, I don't know how to tell stories."

"..."

Xiao Xiangyuan was stunned, and looked up at Fu Qitang, as if he had never seen such a ruthless person.

Fu Qitang, who would never spoil children but would bully them, was like a villain in a fairy tale book at this time, looking at Xiao Xiangyuan's blank gaze, and said with a smile: "So go to sleep, I will be angry if you don't sleep again .”

"Then can you tell stories to lull your own children to sleep?" Xiao Xiangyuan asked disappointedly.

"It should be." Fu Qitang thought for a while, and replied with a double standard.As he spoke, he inadvertently raised his eyes to look at the lights on the ceiling. In the flying light, a picture flashed inexplicably in front of his eyes——

I walked out of the bathroom wearing a dark blue cotton pajamas, the tiny drops of water hanging from the tips of my hair dangled and landed on my shoulders, a small piece of fabric was soaked, and the color quietly turned darker.

A book suddenly flew over from the side, and he raised his hand to grab it, looked down, and laughed: "Little friend, how old are you this year? Why do you still ask your uncle to tell you a story before going to bed?"

"Aren't children not allowed to listen to stories?"

A lazy voice sounded beside him, and a smile was unguardedly hidden in the gaps between each word.

Then came a clean and soft towel, and a pair of well-knit hands stretched out to help him wipe the moisture off his hair, the movements were gentle and appropriate.

The ambiguity made the surrounding air crowded, and even the time was stretched, like honey dripping out pale golden threads.

"I'll brush your hair for you. You can just study. It's a good deal, isn't it?" The man chuckled, speaking very slowly, and every word was charming: "It's still a long night, what do you think? Do something more interesting?"

……

The screen flashed back, and Fu Qitang lowered his eyes calmly.

This was the first time he saw such a scene after the last dungeon ended. Compared with the ambiguity of the previous few times, this time it was clearer.

Even a fool can tell that the other person in the picture is Gong Zijun, let alone miss the ambiguous feelings floating between the two.

Is it Fu Qitang, the traffic policeman in the parallel world, or... is he himself in another timeline?

"Why are you in a daze!"

Xiao Xiangyuan's voice sounded at the right time. Using both hands and feet, he crawled along Fu Qitang's legs all the way to his arms, hung himself around Fu Qitang's neck like a little monkey, and fought hard: " Can you really not tell me a story?"

"Hmm." Fu Qitang nodded, he really didn't want to tell others bedtime stories, this kind of resistance was inexplicable and reasonable, it seemed to be some kind of agreement engraved deep in his soul.

He glanced at the door, Gong Zijun was sent by him to wash dishes in the kitchen outside, and he hasn't come back yet.

"Does it have to be your own child?" Xiao Xiangyuan asked with a troubled expression.

Fu Qitang continued to nod, and deliberately added: "Well... it would be fine if it was my dad."

Xiao Xiangyuan naturally couldn't understand the father-son stalk, but he didn't care, he hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth, and leaned into Fu Qitang's ear and shouted like a strong man cutting his wrist: "Dad!"

"???"

[04: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I laughed so hard this kid is promising, by the way congratulations to Xiao Fu on becoming a father! ]

[39: Ah this!Suddenly there is a big grandson_(:з」∠)_]

[44: Then I suddenly have a nephew? ]

Shocked, Fu Qitang almost threw Xiao Xiangyuan out by mistake. After a long time, he said dumbfoundedly, "Who taught you this?"

"You think I want to call you," Xiao Xiangyuan pursed his lips, and whispered reluctantly, "It doesn't matter, you are my father for the time being, so you can't play tricks, tell me a story!"

Just at this time, Gong Zijun came in from the outside after washing the dishes, and saw Xiao Xiangyuan clinging to Fu Qitang like a little monkey, but the older and younger were talking intimately, Gong Zijun raised his eyebrows Raising his eyebrows, his expression was a little subtle.

"What's wrong?" He asked casually.

"It's nothing," Fu Qitang said, smiled suddenly, and threw Xiao Xiangyuan into Gong Zijun's arms the next moment, "Dad, my son and your grandson want to hear a bedtime story, please tell him two stories." .”

Gong Zijun: "..."

Xiao Xiangyuan: "..."

Xiao Xiangyuan still didn't hear the bedtime story in the end, so he had to settle for the next best thing. He didn't know where to find a thick photo album, and he muttered something while flipping through it by himself.

After washing up, Fu Qitang leaned over to watch with him.

The album is full of photos of Xiao Xiangyuan's family of three.

His father was tall and handsome, his mother was gentle and beautiful, and Xiao Xiangyuan stood between them, smiling so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes.

The photo was taken in winter, probably somewhere in the mountains. Xiao Xiangyuan's family of three stood in front of a boulder. There was a thin layer of snow on the dry branches, and the grass and trees on the ground were withered and yellow.

"How old were you?" Fu Qitang pointed to the photo and asked.

Xiao Xiangyuan thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I don't know, anyway, it was when I was young."

Fu Qitang looked at Xiao Xiangyuan's height in the photo, which was about the middle of his mother's thigh, and then estimated his current height, and said with a smile, "It looks about the same as you are now, it should be last winter."

Xiao Xiangyuan didn't say a word, as if he acquiesced, but also as if he didn't care about this question at all, he held the corner of the photo album with his small hand, and turned another page.

Fu Qitang's gaze was attracted by a photo.

It was still winter in the photo, with the same boulders and background, the same withered vegetation, but the family of three wore different clothes and stood in slightly different positions from the previous photo.

Mom and Dad stood side by side, and Xiao Xiangyuan rode on Dad's neck.

"Your parents like to take you to take pictures in front of this big rock. Could it be that you jumped out of the cracks in the rock?" Fu Qitang asked pretending to be unintentional.

Xiao Xiangyuan looked up at him, wrinkled his nose, "You're the one who jumped out of the rock! I'm not Sun Dasheng."

"My mother said that she and my father met under this big rock. Without the big rock, there would be no our family, and no me, so every year on my mother's birthday, we would go here to take a photo." He scratched his head , whispered.

"Oh, so this photo was taken in another year? Xiao Xiangyuan, it seems that you haven't grown up these few years! If you don't eat and sleep well, you will be a dwarf. Have you heard the story of Snow White? There are seven You are a dwarf, and you are one-seventh." Fu Qitang said with a smile, but he glanced at Gong Zijun beside him with a meaningful look.

Xiao Xiangyuan pulled the album aside to prevent Fu Qitang from reading it, and said angrily, "I'm not a dwarf, you are! You're so annoying!"

"Okay, I am I am, don't be angry, let's continue to look at the photos."

……

Half an hour later, Xiao Xiangyuan finally fell asleep. Fu Qitang gently pulled the album out of his hand, gestured to Gong Zijun, and the two left the bedroom one after another.

"There is a problem." As soon as he went out, Fu Qitang said.

Gong Zijun took the photo album from him, flipped through it quickly, and picked out all the group photos of the family of three in front of the big rock.

There are five photos in total, which means that in the past five years, Xiao Xiangyuan's parents have taken him to take pictures in front of the big rock.

For mother's birthday, the family of three returned to the place where their parents met and fell in love for the first time to take pictures. This should have been a very romantic event.

However, Fu Qitang's gaze scanned the five photos one by one, except for the season and family members, there was one thing that was chilling.

Xiao Xiangyuan has never changed.

Although he wears different clothes and looks very different, he is the same in every photo.

Five photos, spanning five years, he neither grew up nor grew up.

As if he was born with this appearance, his parents, neighbors and everyone in the village didn't think it was such a terrible thing. They looked at this naughty child day after day. Five years later, the child finally When he was five years old, he was still exactly the same as five years ago.

"If I remember correctly, he said that Grandpa Jiang is a ghost. The reason is that Grandpa Jiang was what he is now when his father was young, and he is still the same now," Gong Zijun laughed, and his slender fingers gently touched the photo One shot, "It seems that he knows the abnormalities in others, but he doesn't know that he is the same."

Fu Qitang nodded and sighed again, "So he and Grandpa Jiang are the control group set up by the train again, like Wen Shu and Wen Chuanhe before?"

Fu Qitang doesn't like the control group, because it means that there are often many changes in the plot of the dungeon, and players need to verify them one by one.

In addition, Grandpa Jiang is dying, and there is a possibility that he will die at any time. If Grandpa Jiang is the agent of returning to the God Lord in Taoyuan Village and the listener of evil, then what is Xiao Xiangyuan?

Once Grandpa Jiang died, what would Xiao Xiangyuan become?

For a while, Fu Qitang felt a headache, and the plot that had gradually become clear became confusing again.

Seeing from the corner of the eye that the corners of Gong Zijun's lips were still hooked, Fu Qitang felt a little depressed, so he raised his hand and slapped him on the shoulder, "What's so funny." He whispered.

"Well, it's really not funny." Gong Zijun said, he didn't say that he just thought his appearance was a little cute, and was about to say a few flirty words to deal with it, when a shadow suddenly appeared at the end of his eyes.

A few tall black figures appeared outside the window at some unknown time, quietly looking into the room through the glass.

It was those shadows that appeared on the tent on the first night.

"Brother Xiaotang, you go in and stay for a while. If there are guests coming, I'll go out and entertain you." Gong Zijun smiled.