Shocked, my video goes to the future!

"Love makes me stubborn~ I can go but I can't go back!"

"I'll go on an adventure too!"

"Love makes my whole life ~ infinite aftertaste!"

"Forever……"

Wang Yang hummed the theme song of this popular TV series, and opened the door with the key.

Seeing his mother on the sofa, he was taken aback.

"I go!"

"Mom, why didn't you go to the square dance today?"

Looking at the smiling son Wang Yang, Wang's mother's blood pressure went up immediately!

"Yangyang, did you go to the factory to find Zhu Deshui today? And beat him up?"

"That's right, Mom! I've asked for your formal retirement contract back for you, and this check is your retirement home allowance."

Wang Ma snatched the contract and remittance slip from Wang Yang's hands, and slapped them heavily on the table.

"Yangyang, I have taught you since you were a child that you must abide by the law and be reasonable in doing things, and use legal weapons to protect your rights and interests. How can you beat someone!"

Wang Yang also shook his head helplessly. Mom is so kind that she is easy to be bullied.

There is only one way to deal with bad people, and that is to stop evil with evil!

You are only more ruthless and fierce than them!Only in this way can you not be bullied!

Seeing his angry mother, Wang Yang put his arms around his shoulders and whispered comforting words:

"Mom! It's nothing. To deal with scum like Zhu Deshui, it's useless to reason, so you can't do it without using some special methods.

Do you know Confucius who wrote the language? "

"What happened to Confucius?" Wang Ma was puzzled when she heard this.

"He said a word, I heard it in the morning, and I can die in the evening! Do you know what it means?"

"I don't know, what do you mean?" Mama Wang was also aroused by her curiosity.

"The meaning of this sentence is that if I know the way to your house in the morning, I will kill you at night!"

"..."

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at dusk.

Wang Yang was sitting at the desk in a daze.

Although he has been away from home for so long, the items in front of his desk are still neat and spotless.

I think it should be that my mother often comes in to clean.

Because I went to Handong to attend high school very early, the things on this desk are all gadgets saved from my junior high school in Miancheng.

The mp3 I secretly bought with pocket money in the first day of junior high school, the honorary certificate issued by the school for the final exam, and the pink hairpin given by the girl at the same table who had an affair with me at the time...

I still remember that after school, I held hands and kissed this girl at the same table, Shen Jiayi, in the woods...

Just when Wang Yang was thinking about his youthful years and his first love, which was about to be reconciled, he suddenly noticed an illustrated storybook beside the table.

This book was a gift from Wang Yang's military father, who served in the army, when he was on vacation.

At that time, Wang Yang was only in kindergarten, and it was the first and last time he remembered seeing his father.

Wang Yang clearly remembered that his father bought a lot of snacks and this illustrated book that day.

For half a month since then, my father would sit by the bed on time every night and tell himself some bizarre fairy tales.

The Hall of Valor in Northern Europe, the Brahmans in India, Olympus in Greece, Takamagahara in Japan...

The gods in these stories are not lofty and perfect, they have emotions and personality flaws,

For example, Zeus who fights for power and love, the evil and greedy Yamata no Orochi...

But the strange thing is that when the illustrated book turned to some chapters about the stories of Chinese gods, it turned into blank sheets of paper.

At that time, Wang Yang also felt very strange, why would there be no gods in Huaxia?

Not even a land father!

Is it possible that the tens of millions of people in Huaguo don't have faith to enshrine the gods belonging to their own country?

Or those Chinese gods had special missions, so they deliberately hid them.

Just when Wang Yang was puzzled, Ms. Wang pushed open the door and came in, brought a bowl of sweet soup and put it on Wang Yang's table.

"Yangyang, this is the white fungus given by Uncle Wang next door. I specially cooked a bowl of candied dates and white fungus soup for you."

"Thank you Mama, Mama is the best!"

Wang Yang's small mouth was like touching honey, and he hugged his mother and kissed it.

Mother Wang looked at her son who had grown up, and was very relieved in her heart.

Just as she was about to leave, she also noticed the illustrated book in Wang Yang's hand.

"Still reading the storybook your dad bought for you?"

"Um!"

Mother Wang said with a smile.

"This book! I've read it more than a dozen times and it's blank. I don't know what happened to you and your father? It always says there are words on it!"

Wang Yang was also slightly taken aback, as if remembering something.

After my father left, I also asked my mother to tell me the myths in the storybook, but my mother said that there was not a single word on it.

At first, I thought it was my mother’s prank, but no matter whether I showed the storybook to Uncle Wang next door or the classmates in the class, they all said that the book was blank, without a single word!

From then on, Wang Yang knew that only he and his father could read this book.

And this matter has become a little secret between himself and his father.

More than ten years have passed, if my mother hadn't mentioned it, I'm afraid I would have almost forgotten it completely.

"Yangyang, I'm going out first, you remember to rest early."

"Yeah, got it, Mom!"

After Mama Wang closed the door, the bedroom became quiet again.

Wang Yang put away the storybook and put it in the pocket of his coat with great care.

He looked at the starry sky outside the window and muttered to himself.

"Gods of China, where are you?"

What he didn't know was that after he finished speaking, the bright Sirius star in the sky flickered for a moment, like a response from afar.

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The next day.

early morning.

The sun rises in the east, and the east is white.

Wang Yang woke up from the bed in a daze, rubbed the dirt in his eyes, and went to the living room.

"mom?"

"mom?"

"What did you eat this morning?"

After receiving no response for a long time, Wang Yang also went to the master bedroom.

When I opened the door, my mother was already lying on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

Wang Yang didn't yell any more, he tiptoed to the bed, spread the neatly folded blanket on his mother's body, and left the bedroom.

……

After half an hour.

Wang Yang had finished washing, and just as he was about to leave with his suitcase, he suddenly found a note on the dining table.

[Yangyang, I played cards with your Aunt Zhang last night, and went to bed today, breakfast is ready, I made eight dumplings for you (bababa, Fafafa), covered with a bowl Stop it and put it on the table. 】

Wang Yang opened the table and saw that there were eight golden dumplings neatly placed in the white porcelain bowl.

Looking at the note on the table and the dumplings in the bowl, Wang Yang's eyes were moist.

My mother is from the north and has a tradition of getting dumplings on the car and getting noodles on the car. A few days ago when I went home, I ate vermicelli. Today I have to leave, so my mother gave me kang dumplings.

After a while, Wang Yang ate the crispy kang dumplings with vinegar and Laba garlic, and dragged his suitcase to leave.

At the moment when he stepped out of the threshold of the house, Wang Yang still reluctantly looked at the bedroom, and couldn't help whispering softly.

"Mom! I'm leaving!"

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