Chapter 1850: : Unconcealable absurdity

That rainy night twenty years ago.
A second, there was still lightning and thunder.
But after Xiaoqiao picked up the baby-like Li Nanfang, it was another scene.
The waves are calm.
Haiyan Heqing.
The bright moon is heading.
A group of nocturnal wild geese, quacking, flew above their heads towards the south.
Hearing the call of the big geese, Xiaoqiao raised his head and muttered: "The northern geese flies south, so he is called Li Nanfang."
Holding the baby who had already fallen asleep, she slowly stood up and said softly, "Southern, Li Nanfang, we are going home."
Li Nanfang was taken away by Xiaoqiao and his wife.
The bright moon was slowly covered by a dark cloud.
The wind is blowing again!
Click!
With a thunderbolt that almost shattered the entire world, the big raindrops of soybeans fell from the sky again without warning.
A woman with a disheveled hair stumbling from the south.
In another downpour, the woman with disheveled hair fell down almost every few steps she took.
This did not affect her footsteps running under the tree.
It's like, she doesn't know how many times she fell, and when her forehead was probably broken by the same stone, she did not forget to scream in a dumb voice: "My son, my son. Don't be afraid, mom is back. Mom is back to hug you, don't be afraid."
The woman whose clothes had been torn to pieces by thorns finally stumbled back under the tree: "My son----"
She was dumbfounded and assumed.
Under the big tree, it was empty.
Her son is gone.
"Who? Who is it? Who stole my son? Who is it!"
The woman finally woke up, turned around abruptly and looked around.
Strong winds, heavy rains, thunderbolts almost one after another.
But even a ghost did not stand up, saying that he had taken her away.
Her son is gone.
The whole body was like sifting chaff, the woman knelt on the ground softly, touching the ground with her forehead, whimpering like a wounded beast.
She stretched out to the left and right and grabbed a stone.
boom!
Bang bang.
She was hitting her own head with a stone.
In this way, how could she punish her after giving birth to her son, because he was a freak, so she abandoned him.
"Mom I'm sorry, mom it!"
The woman screamed, raised her head abruptly, raised the fist-sized stone high, exerted all her strength, and slammed her on her forehead.
Then she collapsed softly to the ground.
She didn't move any more, letting the torrential rain driven by the violent wind beat her vigorously.
The violent wind and heavy rain finally turned white in the east sky, and when the dawn came, its lustful might was reduced.
When an early sparrow was chatting on the treetops about what he saw last night, the woman woke up quietly.
The eyes that used to be that smart, completely dull.
Her chapped lips kept opening and closing, and she murmured, "My son, where are you?"
My son, where are you?
The morning wind blew these words away, as the woman disappeared in the depths of the woods like walking dead, scattered among the undulating mountains.
ended.
The story is still the same story, when it is broken into eight pieces, it will not change the fact that everyone already knows these things.
Why do you want to retell it in detail?
That's because Yue Zitong didn't know about it.
It was also because a certain author was once again possessed by the water and urgently needed the tolerance and salvation of the readers.
Of course, the reasons mentioned above are not important.
The important thing is that the story does not end.
There is another ending.
When Li Nanfang had his memory loss, the memory that seemed like watching a movie, told Yue Zitong completely.
In fact, if it is really his memory.
The story should have ended the moment his mother took him away.
But Li Nanfang clearly saw the scene where his biological mother ran back to look for him.
He saw all this like an outsider hiding under a certain big tree.
He knew that this rainy night would have a child with Progeria born.
It was him who told the old man, came under the big tree and picked up an abandoned baby.
It was also him, after seeing the woman who was heartbroken because her son was missing, and finally turned into a silly woman wandering between the living and the dead.
Turned around silently.
go away.
This is not Li Nanfang's memory.
Absolutely not!
There was another person, someone who knew all of this, who imposed the whole process on Li Nanfang's mind and turned it into a memory.
How did he do that?
No, it is not important.
The important thing is-
"Who is he?"
Li Nanfang muttered to himself and asked.
Then it was like changing another soul, with scarlet eyes and grinning replied: "Don't care who he is. You just need to know that he will eventually become a dead person and become a tool for us to ascend to the throne."
"Throne? What throne?"
"Of course it is-ah!"
A scream erupted, and the black dragon that had controlled Li Nanfang's mind at that moment, as if it had received a huge shock, quickly curled up and sank into an invisible place again.
At the same time, Li Nanfang suddenly woke up and saw a white object slamming on his forehead.
That's a white jade wishful.
What a precious thing.
It doesn't matter if Li Nanfang is smashed to death. If he breaks the baby, there is nowhere to cry.
It's too late to say, then fast.
Li Nanfang quickly raised his hand and grabbed Yue Zitong's wrist, finally avoiding the end of wealth and death.
Nothing is best.
Of course, it is time to teach Yue Zitong that stupid woman, and he must teach it well.
"Are you crazy? Even if you don't want my life, you still have to keep our heirloom."
Li Nanfang cursed angrily, stretched out his hand to grab the piece of jade and placed it carefully on the innermost side of the bed.
"You scared me to death."
It was just that moment, the moment the whole story ended.
Li Nanfang's expression suddenly changed, and the color of his eyes switched back and forth between the monster possessed and the normal state.
No matter how much Yue Zitong slapped it, he couldn't wake him up.
I can only hear the kind of babbling that I don't understand at all.
In panic, she suddenly saw Yu Ruyi placed next to her, and then she reached out and grabbed it and knocked it over as a murder weapon.
On this basis, it can be proved.
In Yue Zitong's heart, nothing can compare to his Li Nanfang.
As long as Li Nanfang can be normal, even if it is a priceless heirloom, he doesn't care.
Fortunately, this heirloom really has what Li Nanfang said to ward off evil spirits.
Only when he appeared, he frightened the black dragon with his tail clipped and fled.
With Li Nanfang's IQ, of course, he wanted to understand the whole process in an instant, but this process is not important to him now.
Even the person whose memory just appeared.
Also, the throne that the black dragon said inexplicably.
None of these things matter.
The most important thing is Aunt Yue, and her posture at the moment.
The thing that the women did in the bathtub when they first met.
Next, should Aunty Yue say "to move"?
Unfortunately, Li Nanfang doesn't seem to like passive situations.
Therefore, before Yue Zitong could react, the whole world seemed to move.
This movement is most of the night-the singing that represents the sacred, passing through the hut full of love, rushing to the sky, resounding through the sky.
The candlelight in the hall soon lit up.
The door of Lao Xie's house next door opened suddenly.
However, the next moment.
The mother blushed and kicked the old man's calf again, blowing out the candlelight.
The mother-in-law of the Xue family twisted Xie's ears and returned to the house.
They were all people who came here, who didn't know what that voice represented.
However, when I woke up in my sleep, I subconsciously thought that something serious had happened.
A false alarm.
Yue Zitong seemed to be paralyzed in soft mud, lying on his back, breathing slowly and smoothly, and fell asleep faintly.
Boss Li, who has been tired for a long time, is also very happy.
Can you be unhappy?
Stumbled, ups and downs, and Yue Zitong have experienced so many ups and downs, and finally today, the perfect harmony of life has been realized.
That feeling, more than conquering the world, also made Li Nanfang have a sense of accomplishment.
It is definitely the happiest thing to fall asleep with achievement.
But why did he sit up straight again not long after he fell asleep?
Although it is the winter season.
But under the influence of the fire kang, coupled with the long-term strenuous exercise just now, Li Nanfang was sweating profusely.
When the sweat evaporated, the small salt particles were left behind, and as Li Nanfang sat up straight, they flopped down.
Like a zombie crawling out of a corpse thousands of years ago, it fell all over.
He slowly stretched out his hand, past Yue Zitong who was sleeping, and grabbed Yu Ruyi on the pillow beside the bed.
That action obviously wanted to grab the heirloom that Li Nanfang regarded as more important than his life, and threw it on the ground, smashing it severely.
With this one action, it can be proved that he is not Li Nanfang at this moment.
Before actually touching the piece of white jade Ruyi, his hand retracted suddenly as if touching a switch.
There was a vicious look in his eyes.
The look faded in a flash.
After that, Li Nanfang opened the door like a ghost and rushed out.
Not much movement.
But it is enough to cause some people to be alert.
"broken!"
The old man cursed secretly, grabbed the clothes on the bedside, and put them on him.
At the same time, Xie Qingshang from the next door jumped out the door, gritting his teeth and cursing.
Who else wakes up?
Not yet known.
But everyone didn't want to see what Yue Zitong looked like when she got dressed and walked out the door with Yu Ruyi in her hand.
Some things cannot be covered.
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