Time travel without cheats

The rain was pouring, and when Zhang San came back, it was almost midnight.

"Brother Zhang, why did you come back so late?"

Zhang San looked extremely tired, his body swayed a few times, barely supported the wall, took a few breaths, and then said in a deep voice: "It's okay, there is something on the road, I'm delayed."

Ran Xiaole hurriedly got off the kang to help him, "What's the matter? I think you're just too sick, so you rested on the way? I'm not talking about you, why are you trying to pretend you're not in good health? Why don't I go out of the village for you tomorrow? go?"

Zhang San didn't mind being exposed, he just shook his head and smiled lightly, "No need."

"Afraid we ran away?"

"You can't find your way back."

"Oh, yes." Ran Xiaole had no time to think, and helped him to sit on the kang, Xiao An came over with a bowl of rice soup, "Brother Zhang, drink some porridge to dispel the cold."

Zhang San took it, "Thank you."

"It's okay." Xiao An smiled, tugged at the corner of his brother's clothes, "Brother, shall I serve you a bowl too?"

Ran Xiaole pinched his little face, grinning from ear to ear, "My dear, brother was full just now, so I don't want to drink. Are you burning?"

"No..." Xiao An lowered her head silly, and rubbed against him, took his hand obediently, and stopped talking.

Zhang San saw all this in his eyes, fleeting hesitation flashed in his cold eyes, but in the end he remained taciturn and silent, saying nothing more.

Of course Ran Xiaole couldn't notice this with her eyes open, so she sucked her dripping nose and asked, "Brother Zhang, my child and I... when can we leave here?"

"Want to go?"

"Yes." Ran Xiaole licked her lips and whispered, "We are in a hurry."

"Really..." Zhang San didn't ask any more questions, he finished the rice soup quietly, looked at the dark sky outside the window, and murmured: "It's coming soon."

"open…"

"Xiao Le, listen."

"Ok?"

Ran Xiaole was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the heavy rain that had been pouring down like a galaxy just now stopped abruptly, as if it had been cut off by life, without even needing to slow down.

"This…"

"The rain has stopped."

"Are you going out again?"

"Yeah." Zhang San put down the bowl, put back the straw hat that he had just taken off, and said as he walked out, "You look bad, you should rest early."

"Zhang San."

"Anything else?"

"You...do you have to go out?"

Zhang San smiled sadly, "It's only been a few days."

Ran Xiaole still wanted to ask, but he knew that Zhang San would never answer him, so he could only watch him step out of the house again, not knowing where he went.

Ran Xiaole sat blankly on the kang, quietly watching the child squatting in front of a large basin of water to wash the dishes obediently, he didn't want to find out who Xiao An was, but when he loved him to the bone and regarded him as his heart, he couldn't take this All self-deception is left behind.

Because Ran Xiaole had an intuition for no reason.

Everyone knew little about Xiao An's origin, everyone was trying to snatch Xiao An from him, everyone was plotting against Xiao An, yes, everyone.

He was like a frightened bird, just thinking about it made him panic.

"Baby."

Xiao An tilted her neck and smiled silly at him, the two little dimples were so cute that people couldn't help but want to poke them.For some reason, every time Ran Xiaole calls the child "Baby", he smiles sweeter than honey.

It reminded him of the strawberry cake that was out of reach in the window.

"elder brother…"

Ran Xiaole patted the kang beside him, "Come here."

"The dishes haven't been washed yet."

He said so with his mouth, but his body was very honest. The child snuggled into his brother's arms with ease, "Brother, what's wrong?"

"Xiao An, do you know when grandpa picked you up?"

"Well... Grandpa said, when he picked me up, I was just a baby."

"He told you this?"

"Ah."

Ran Xiaole gently stroked the child's soft hair with her fingers, "Want to know who my parents are?"

"Do not want to."

"why?"

Xiao An pouted and muttered sullenly, "They threw me away."

"Hate them?"

Xiao An buried her head in her brother's lapel, and said softly, "Grandpa said that everyone has difficulties, so you can't hate them."

Ran Xiaole sighed, and glanced at the short knife on Xiao An's waist, but he still couldn't say that sentence.

What if they die?

"elder brother…"

"Ok?"

Xiao An hooked Ran Xiaole's neck and rubbed it upwards, her slender eyelashes scratched his cheek, itching.

"I only have you as a relative."

Ran Xiaole laughed, tilted her head and kissed him on the forehead, "Brother knows."

"hey-hey…"

Ran Xiaole hugged her younger brother tightly, "Stupid."

Xiaoan is mine, I want to accompany him to grow up, I want to see him marry a wife and have children, I want to see him happy.

I want him to be a simple, ordinary person.

As long as I, Ran Xiaole, live, no one can hurt him.

The sharp and quiet laughter rang out again as expected, and the yelling outside the house did not last long before turning into desperate sobs. Ran Xiaole was no longer afraid, but just hugged her younger brother and stared at the door silently, waiting for Zhang San to come home.

He had a premonition that Zhang San would come back earlier today.

The door was knocked open with a "bang", the difference from yesterday was that Zhang San didn't even have the strength to lift his quilt, and before the door could be stepped in, he fell to the ground, unconscious.

The two brothers carried Zhang San to the bed, and as expected, half of his handsome and pale face was eroded by black pus, and his body was almost completely shattered.

"Brother, will Brother Zhang..."

"Dead?"

"…Um."

Ran Xiaole stroked the child's hair and sighed, "Yes."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Ran Xiaole chuckled, "Are you sad?"

The child pursed his lips, but shook his head honestly.

"why?"

"We don't know each other well."

Ran Xiaole suddenly became curious, "Then what if it's me?"

The child's big eyes fluttered twice earnestly: "Brother... will he die?"

"Yes, just like grandpa."

"What about Xiao An?"

"Xiao An will die too."

"Then I won't be sad."

Ran Xiaole frowned: "Why?"

Xiao An gently hugged his waist, put her head on his back, and said in a low voice: "Xiao An Ding is going to die before my brother, so that there will be no great sorrow."

Ran Xiaole was dumbfounded, "Silly boy, why did you die before me?"

"Xiao An doesn't care, if brother is going to die, Xiao An will die too."

"Bullshit."

Children always like to be impulsive, and before they know the beauty of life, they easily make promises that come out of their mouths.Although it was a child's speech, Ran Xiaole's heart was still like a feather, piercing through the drowsy mist, and drifting towards the sky where the clouds were flourishing and the rosy clouds, and at that moment, she found a place to return to.

He didn't know how long the shelf life of these words would be. Maybe Xiao An is really Duan Ran, no, maybe he must be Duan Ran, maybe he will become famous in the future and find that this is just a joke that he was ignorant when he was young, or maybe He simply forgot all about it, but so what?Ran Xiaole will always be at ease.

After all, it is enough to be serious at this moment.

"Then brother will try to live a few more years."

"Live a few hundred years longer."

Ran Xiaole shook the child's hand, and said with a smile, "Then you're not an old goblin?"

Xiao An chuckled, "Then I'm a goblin!"

"Okay, little goblin." Ran Xiaole nodded the child's nose, put her finger on her lips and "hush", "Slow down, don't wake up Brother Zhang."

"Oh." The child lowered his voice and asked in a low voice, "Brother, will Brother Zhang still wake up?"

"How do you talk? Can you hope that someone will be better."

Xiao An held his forehead that was hurt by his brother, and muttered aggrievedly: "That's what it is."

Ran Xiaole laughed. Aren't normal children at this age when they are full of sympathy and care for cats and dogs, respecting the elderly and helping the poor?Why does my own child look like a hard-hearted, cold-blooded child?I can't figure out whether he is heartless or really doesn't care about other people's lives, and I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

Ran Xiaole has some headaches, teaching children to be fucking annoying.

Zhang San did wake up, not until Yinshi.

A sharp cry made Ran Xiaole open his eyes suddenly, and Zhang San stood in front of him.

"elder brother…"

"It's all right." Ran Xiaole patted Xiao An's back, looked at Zhang San warily, "What's the sound?"

"Birds chirping."

"Still a night owl?"

"Well. It's just a cry."

Ran Xiaole let it go, yawned and looked out the window, "What time is it, are you going to deliver rice again?"

"Not urgent."

"Why don't you get up in a hurry?"

"Because it's too late."

Ran Xiaole was so sleepy that he couldn't turn his head around. He forced his eyelids that were on the verge of falling, and looked at Zhang San helplessly, "What...why is it too late?"

"Xiao Le."

"What are you doing? Say something I can understand."

Zhang San smiled, and said lightly: "This piece of land originally had a population of 32. Now, there are only [-] people in this village."

Ran Xiaole reacted for a while, and asked, "Did they all die of illness?"

"Not all, there are also escaped."

"Why don't you run away?"

"I can not."

"Why not?"

Zhang San didn't answer, just smiled bitterly, "Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow night, maybe someday not far away, I will die too."

"so what?"

"It's nothing. I'm not afraid of death, and I'm already ready to die."

"so what?"

"So..." Zhang San gradually lost any expression, Ruju's gaze slowly shifted from Ran Xiaole's face to the child in his arms.As if he was thinking about something, he tilted his head subconsciously. Ran Xiaole didn't know if he was dazzled by sleepiness, or if he was already dazzled, but he actually felt that the head on Zhang San's straight neck seemed to turn a nine Ten degrees, against a dark and unclear face, it looks extraordinarily cold.

All of a sudden sober.

"Xiao An."

Just as Ran Xiaole wanted to call his younger brother, he found that the child had already opened his eyes, looking straight at Zhang San without fear.

The memory of that night four years ago came back like a nightmare, and the heartbroken Xiao An was puzzling and even more frightening.

"Xiao An..."

Xiaoan ignored Ran Xiaole, just looked at Zhang San with those bright eyes, and suddenly sneered: "Looking for me? What's the matter?"

"Hahahahahaha..."

Zhang San laughed wildly, and shouted loudly while laughing: "It's time, it's time!"

Ran Xiaole was confused, but he couldn't control much, he jumped up and slapped Zhang San's face with his arms, shouting: "What are you waiting for? What do you want Xiao An to do! What are your plans for him! Tell me! "

"elder brother…"

The trembling shoulders were gently encircled by a pair of small hands, and Xiao An's chin rested on his neck, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, don't be afraid."

"You just stay there, what kind of adult is a little kid pretending to be all day long!" Ran Xiaole slapped the kid's head down, and stood in front of him, no matter how confident he was, he couldn't lose his posture, thrusting Waist raised his chin condescendingly to Zhang Sanju, "Say!"

Zhang San probably was really dying, and managed to stand up after climbing a few times, but there was no sullen expression on his face, even... only a trace of sadness in relief.

"His name is Ran Xiaoan?"

"Yes, Ran Xiaoan, my younger brother."

"Really..." Zhang San smiled sadly, "That's all, it's not important."

With a "plop", Zhang San suddenly knelt down, Ran Xiaole stared at him dumbfounded, opened his mouth for a long time, and then stammered to pull him, "You... what are you doing?"

Zhang San pushed him away, kneeling on the ground piously, extremely humble, but his voice was still so calm: "Do me a favor."

Ran Xiaole knew that the kowtow was not for him, nor was this sentence for him.

He turned to look at Ran Xiaoan, "Xiaoan..."

Xiao An just smiled, "Brother, what do you think?"

"I?"

"If brother doesn't want to, I don't want to."

"You don't want to help him yourself?"

Xiao An shrugged, "Trouble."

"Then what if I want to?"

Xiao An grinned, grabbed his shoulders, kissed him on the face, put his arms around his neck and said softly: "Xiao An, be good, listen to brother."

For some reason, Ran Xiaole suddenly wanted to laugh.

Laugh at him involuntarily.

He didn't want to, but he couldn't stand by and watch.

Who made him essentially a kind person with a cheap mouth and a soft heart.

He didn't have much time to think, and Ran Xiaole didn't think too much. According to Da Bird's routine, the hero's blackening is inevitable. Road to destruction.

Yes, if nothing else.

Ran Xiaole must accept that accident.

Do everything you can until you can't get back.

"Brother Zhang, get up, don't do this."

Zhang San raised his head and looked earnestly at him, as well as the smiling child sticking to him.

"Can you?"

"Ah."

"Thank you!"

Seeing that he was about to kowtow again, Ran Xiaole quickly helped him up, "Don't do that." He glanced at Xiao An, "I'm not for you."

"I know."

Ran Xiaole rubbed his throbbing right eyelid exhaustedly, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Zhang San's face darkened, "Please follow me."

The author has something to say:

Today's article is posted earlier, ho ho~~~

Xiaoan is 14 years old. According to ancient times, he likes his brother, so it’s not against the harmony hahaha

Of course, I haven’t reached that step yet, I will grow up~

thank you all!