The Great God of Net Wen was reborn in 1927

After Xu Shaoting waited for the woman to leave, he turned over several times like pancakes, closed his eyes and had a dream in a daze.

The protagonist in the dream is a little boy, wearing a red scarf, who looks like a primary school student.He stood at the school gate, watching the other children being picked up by their parents until he was left alone. The little boy was not afraid. He sat at the school gate and took out a book, lowering his head and ignoring his surroundings Noisy sound, self-serving look.

Xu Shaoting walked up to the little boy, and he leaned his head to look at it. The book this kid was reading was very serious, it was "Crossing Blossoms in the Morning", written by Lu Xun.

He vaguely remembered that before he was reborn, the Ministry of Education added and changed the Chinese textbooks, and many of Lu Xun's articles were no longer included in the Chinese textbooks.

Wait and wait, the time in the dream passed very quickly, and it was dark in a blink of an eye.

Xu Shaoting knew in his heart that this was a dream, he thought anxiously, don't some monster or ghost appear from behind, a black shadow stopped in front of him and the little boy.

Xu Shaoting couldn't control his dream, he raised his head together with the little boy, in the dream Xu Shaoting was relieved, he was a normal middle-aged man.

The man apologized to the little boy a little uneasy, and then carried his schoolbag for him, walking along the road.

Xu Shaoting followed the two of them, and he heard the man say: "Tingting, you are going to your uncle's house tomorrow, you have to be sensible, your uncle's house is not rich, and there are two elder brothers, you go , work harder and help your aunt more... Uncle is useless, if uncle has money, he will raise you as his own son."

"Ah, no need." The little boy lowered his head, he was not paying attention when he was walking, he was still looking down at the book.

The man said, "No need for what?"

The boy said: "Don't treat me as your son, uncle...it's uncle, I know I have a father."

In the dream, the light of the street lamp elongated a large and a small shadow, Xu Shaoting stood behind them, and the shadow gradually faded away in the twisted dream.

He thought of the man and the little boy, and the boy was himself.

The boy on the bed opened his eyes, wiped his eyes, and tears fell at some point.He sniffled, and actually cried a lot because of such things when he was a child.

But when he grows up slowly, maybe this kind of thing happened too frequently in his life in the first ten years, and he gradually got used to it.

I have become accustomed to being wronged, and I don't feel wronged anymore.

Xu Shaoting sat up on the bed, touched the handkerchief at the head of the bed, blew his nose hard, and laughed at himself, didn't he just go back to the era 100 years ago, why is the heart so fragile.

100 years later, he can gain both fame and fortune at a young age. He was afraid of the people 100 years ago?

Since God still allowed him to live, to be able to walk, run, eat and drink, he never thought of going back alive after this life!

In the middle of the night, Xu Shaoting figured this out, jumped out of bed passionately, and walked around the room several times with his head sullen.

Outside the window, a small shadow appeared sharply. Looking inside under the moonlight and starlight, I saw a black shadow circling around. The small figure knocked on the window.

Xu Shaoting stopped in his tracks, his excitement subsided. He picked up the inkstone on the table and looked out of the window in fear. A hand that was obviously the size of a child's palm was pressed against the window.

Xu Shaoting made a loud bang, and a string broke in his brain.Just as he was about to shout "There is a ghost--", he knew that many people must have died in this backyard. This is an old society that cannibalize people.

The window was pushed open, and Zhenzhen was carrying a small kerosene lamp. I don't know where the little girl got it. Most people in this house still use candle lanterns.

Even though the little light in the dark night was weak, it still illuminated the little girl's face clearly.

Xu Shaoting heaved a sigh of relief, and put the inkstone back on the desk tremblingly.

There were two clusters of lights in the little girl's eyes, and she bleat softly: "Brother, brother, I...I have something to tell you."

Xu Shaoting was also taken lightly by her action, and walked to the window, thinking in his heart, what is he going to do tonight, Mrs. Zhang is gone, and the younger sister is here again. According to logic, is it cheaper to wait for the younger sister to leave? Dad is coming?

But Xu Shaoting guessed the reason for the little girl's visit, and as expected, she said, "Brother...do you think Dad should divorce Mom?"

Xu Shaoting opened his mouth, shut up, and got stuck.

From a reality point of view, it is time to divorce. A marriage has become like this, and each other is the other's cage. It's better to let each other go, maybe you are letting yourself go.

But Zhang, who can't survive at first sight, what should he do?

But why should Xu Huaiqing bear the burden of Zhang's life? Isn't his own life worth cherishing?

"Do you think we should get a divorce?" Xu Shaoting shamelessly threw the question back to the little girl.

Zhenzhen muttered a few words, and she said in a very soft voice: "I don't think my mother is worthy of my father."

After finishing speaking, she turned her head and looked around with a guilty conscience.

Xu Shaoting comforted: "Don't worry, there will be no one else at this time."

Zhenzhen continued in a low voice: "But even so, I don't want my parents to divorce, but my aunt said... I only think about myself. If I really love my father, I should let my father be free."

"But if you get divorced, is it freedom?" The little girl asked again, wondering why.

Xu Shaoting smacked his lips, he thought, sister, your detailed question is really too deep.

Xu Shaoting himself didn't know the answer to this question. What the little girl was asking was not divorce, but the essence of her question was "freedom".

However, although Xu Shaoting didn't know the answer, he had read a lot of books, and he could remember good sentences and viewpoints.

The fellow shamelessly answered the little girl with what he had read in other people's books: "It is impossible for a person to obtain real freedom. No matter how many roads he has traveled, to every corner of the world, is he still free?" You have never even left the earth in your life. Even if you leave the earth, can you leave the solar system and the galaxy? Even if you have traveled all over the earth, but if you look in the mirror, you have never even left your own body. Talk about freedom It makes no sense, when you ask such a question in this flesh and blood body, you are no longer free."

After finishing speaking, Xu Shaoting paused. Did he speak too far ahead? Does the little girl know what the solar system and the Milky Way are?

Xu Shaoting still doesn't know that Zhenzhen has more knowledge than his soul after a hundred years. When he was in Hong Kong, he went to the observatory and saw the starlight that traveled hundreds of millions of light years before reaching the eyes of human beings on earth.

And the star that emitted the light may have perished thousands of years ago.

Xu Shaoting covered his head: "Just take it as if I'm talking nonsense, there's no way, my job is very easy to lose my book bag."

Zhenzhen didn't pay attention to the word "profession". She looked up. The little girl really didn't understand what her brother said, but she remembered it.

She said with admiration: "Brother, what you said is so powerful!"

Xu Shaoting: "...do you understand the meaning of these words?"

He himself doesn't really understand this passage.

Zhenzhen shook her head: "I didn't understand, no, I seem to understand a little bit, anyway, brother, you are too powerful."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Xu Shaoting felt that the little girl's eyes had turned into five-pointed stars, looking at him blingblingly.

It seems that it is common for children of this age to like to be incomprehensible and play tricks. Xu Shaoting put his hands on the window sill.

He thought of himself at this age. His favorite homework was copying sentences. From elementary school to high school, he copied several large books, which looked beautiful but also inexplicable.

It led him to write novels in the first place, all of which were written with this kind of seemingly unique philosophical and gorgeous sentences.

Not to mention, when I first submitted a paper to a magazine, I also submitted two articles.

But when Xu Shaoting really made money by writing online articles, he looked back at the novels he had written, and couldn't help complaining, oh my god, that's how he wrote back then... didn't he speak human language? !

Anyone who wants to write a novel with this kind of sentence, after becoming famous, Xu Shaoting will send four words: dead end.

Of course, if you want to entertain yourself and don't want to make money, then feel free.

"Brother." Zhenzhen called again, this time with a sad look on her face.

"After hearing what my aunt said, I thought, let's get a divorce. Anyway, I want to follow my father, and my father will not leave me to my mother."

"But tonight, I was lying in bed, and my mother came to tuck me in again. She thought I was asleep, but I was actually awake."

When Zhenzhen said this, her voice was choked with sobs: "I don't want my father and mother to divorce. During the day, I hate my mother very much. I wish I could leave her quickly, but now I can't bear to part with my mother."

Xu Shaoting sighed heavily, and stretched out his hand to touch the little girl's head.

He said in a heavy tone: "Sister, brother understands you."

It is true that Zhang's many actions are criticized, and her words are not flattering.But her love for her children is so real and silent.

Then, Xu Shaoting had such a blessed moment, he thought of that long-standing figure who was reluctant to leave on this cold night.

Xu Shaoting shuddered, before he could explain anything, he put on his coat and said anxiously to Zhenzhen, "Lead me the way."

Zhenzhen was at a loss: "What way to take?"

Xu Shaoting blurted out: "Take me to mother's room quickly."

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Xu Shaoting thought, this is the most meaningful thing he has done in this era.

At that time, Zhenzhen didn't understand what he meant, but she could clearly hear the anxiety in Xu Shaoting's tone.

The little girl carried a kerosene lamp and walked quickly in front. Xu Shaoting, a boy who was a head taller than others, was not as good as a little girl. He was panting for breath, and it took about 2 minutes for them to rush to Mrs. Zhang's room.

The room was a suite, and the old woman on watch at night snored loudly, and she didn't wake up when the two children entered the back room.

Immediately Xu Shaoting saw a shadow stepping on the stool. Before Zhenzhen understood what Zhang was doing, she yelled in a daze, "Mom, why are you stepping on the stool?"

The woman swayed, Zhenzhen went to light a candle, Xu Shaoting rushed forward and hugged the woman's legs, howling: "Mom, if you leave, I will lose my mother again!"

There was light in the room, and when Zhenzhen turned her head, she saw her brother hugging her mother, and the knotted bed sheet dangling on her head...

As soon as the little girl's body softened, she sat on the ground.

Mrs. Zhang was helped off the stool by Xu Shaoting, her expression was difficult to distinguish, she saw her daughter sitting on the ground, and ran to help her, seeing Zhenzhen's face was full of tears, the little girl didn't say a word, just looked at her in tears.

Mrs. Zhang couldn't bear it anymore, stepped forward and hugged her daughter and cried out.

Just like that, the woman outside the house was still snoring, and she was not woken up at all.

Xu Shaoting's body was very tired, and his heart was even more tired. He helped the two women to sit on the bed. Neither of them spoke, they just hugged each other and cried.

As a man from the 21st century, Xu Shaoting looked at them crying indifferently. He could understand Zhang's limitations in this era. Even after a hundred years, many women would have to be supported by their husband's family, and he would not be able to work and earn money.

So divorce is tantamount to not giving Zhang a way out.

But also because he came from a hundred years later, he couldn't understand from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't lack any arms or legs. How can a healthy person still have a way out?

As for going to die because of this, what did she think of herself?

Does she see herself as a person?

Mrs. Zhang and Zhenzhen cried for a long time, and Zhenzhen hiccupped. Her brother, who seemed very heartless at the moment, silently handed the veils to the two of them.

The two women lowered their heads and wiped away their tears and snot. Zhenzhen hiccupped and said, "Mom, you...are you going to leave me and brother?"

Mrs. Zhang also choked up and said, "I'll go back... I'll die if I go back."

Zhenzhen: "Where are you going?"

Xu Shaoting lowered his eyelids, and answered the naive sister: "If you get divorced, you can't stay in Xu's house. Should you go back to your mother's house?"