Although he doesn't like to read very much, as the son of a teacher, Zhang Wenwen felt that he should be able to write a chapter, but he felt that it was a little difficult for him, so he listened to the persuasion of the daughter of the owner who grew up and liked him very much, the beautiful woman......

He often showed a pretend thinking expression at first, whether it was sleeping, eating, or walking, in short, no matter what he did, he had to show a thinking look first, which was the method that the woman he liked very much since he was a child, told him, let himself think often, so that others would think he was knowledgeable.

This method was taken to the extreme by Zhang Wenwen, and gradually, as he grew up, he slowly changed from pretending to think at the beginning to really thinking.

Even until the day when he married the woman he liked, in the envious eyes of the people around him, he was thinking about life, even if he worshipped heaven and earth, he was pulled by the woman very angrily, and he reluctantly finished worshipping heaven and earth.

He was lucky, because the woman he liked had a father who didn't like her, so this marriage was obviously a mismatch of status, and the woman's father didn't pay attention to it at all, and didn't even show up.

This luck seems to have been with him, in the process of thinking about life, he slowly seems to understand something, but when he thinks about it carefully, he doesn't understand anything.

Time passed slowly, and in the summer of the second year of their marriage, on a rainy night, with torrential rain and lightning, his wife was about to give birth.

That night, his father-in-law, the woman's father, went mad and laughed in the rain, despite the fact that it was drenching his whole body. Laughter echoed, with sadness.

Zhang Wenwen looked at his father-in-law in the rain, the crazy look, he fell into thought. Only this time the thought was short-lived. was interrupted by him in distraught, because...... His wife screamed in a terrible way. From inside the house, the pain of a difficult birth turned into a sound.

This voice made his heart tremble and made him unable to think about life. He was even afraid, he was afraid that this day would be the farewell of heaven and man, and he was afraid that after this day passed, he would become as crazy as his father-in-law.

As the sound of his wife's screams continued to come out, and as his father-in-law's laughter in the rain became stronger and stronger, Zhang Wenwen's body trembled. At this moment, the door of his wife's house where she was in labor was pushed open, and the woman who came to deliver the baby ran out with a look of fear.

"Yokai...... Youkai!!"

Zhang Wenwen's heart was shocked. He rushed out of the house, glanced at his wife's room in labor, her painful expression, called out to the others, lifted the sedan chair, and rushed out of the courtyard as quickly as he could.

He wants to invite Lang Zhong, but no longer Wen Po, because he has a strong premonition that this time the labor may be life and death, this is no longer something that Wen Po can help, this needs Lang Zhong to save his life!

Braving the rain, he walked past the noodle stall that still existed even in the heavy rain, and didn't pay attention to the big stone in the noodle stall, the old man sitting there was looking at him, and Zhang Wenwen quickly led people to hurry by.

Until he invited a doctor who seemed to be similar to Mo Langzhong in the county, and brought it back to the courtyard, Zhang Wenwen anxiously looked at his wife's room in labor, he suddenly gritted his teeth, and directly pushed open the door and stepped into it, he didn't want to wait outside, he wanted to enter here, to take his wife's hand, and get through this difficulty with her.

But at the moment when he was about to push open the door, the door was also opened from the inside, and with the roar of lightning, he saw the baby in Na Langzhong's arms, and also saw the body of his wife on the bed, motionless as if she had lost her breath.

His mind banged, his ears still had the poignant laughter of his father-in-law outside, his body trembled, and he walked in front of his wife, looking pale, as if he had become a corpse, but the corners of his mouth were his wife with a motherly smile, his heart was forcibly torn apart, at this moment, he could no longer think about life, but turned around sharply, staring at Na Langzhong.

His body unconsciously appeared illusory, as if in front of him, another figure was gradually condensing, and the Lang Zhong who was looking at him had an expression of disbelief and seemed to have some kind of understanding.

Zhang Wenwen didn't know about this scene, it was almost exactly the same as what his father-in-law experienced back then, but the difference was that his father-in-law back then had a phantom behind him, and now he has become a phantom himself, and what appears in front of him is a condensed body.

It was at this moment that Zhang Wenwen's mind suddenly roared, like some kind of dusty memory was suddenly opened, at the moment when this memory was opened, he seemed to wake up from reincarnation, opened his eyes from sleep, and his eyes gradually no longer became crazy, but became clear, his appearance looked no different from before, but faintly seemed to be more smart.

He closed his eyes, and as his memory opened, as he woke up from reincarnation, he remembered everything, he was not Zhang Wen, he was ...... Su Ming!

He is Su Ming of the Daochen True Realm, he is Su Ming of the Shaping Hades Clan, he is Su Ming who has arranged the method of refining on a broken star, and wants to refine the white ring!

He remembered everything, but ...... He couldn't remember the reincarnations he had in the past, and his memory seemed to stay at the moment when he stepped into the reincarnation of mortal refinement.

In silence, Su Ming glanced back at the woman's body on the bed, he saw the woman's appearance, and the moment he saw her appearance, Su Ming's body trembled slightly.

The woman's appearance is the white phoenix in his memory, or is it the white spirit of Osan in his memory......

"This type of reincarnation, she is my wife......" In silence, Su Ming's right hand was raised, and he lightly touched Bai Ling's body, and immediately a wave of vitality poured into Bai Ling's body, making the life that was about to disperse, at this moment, regained its vitality and slowly opened his eyes.

She looked at Su Ming, her weak face and a smile bloomed.

"Let me ...... Look at the kids......"

Su Ming looked at Bai Ling, he woke up his memory, and there was a complication in his heart, but this complexity was not revealed on his face, but nodded, and took the baby from Na Langzhong's arms, and came to Bai Ling's side, the two of them, looking at the baby together, the smile on Bai Ling's face was with maternal love.

"It looks like you, but don't be like you, always stupid. Bai Ling said with a smile, but there was still weakness in that smile.

Su Ming closed his eyes, covering the complexity in his eyes, and let out a sigh in his heart.

Time passed, three years in a flash.

In the past three years, Su Ming has accompanied Bai Ling, he is no longer thinking about life, because life is in front of him, there is nothing to think about, this is a reincarnation, an illusory life, in this life, everyone is asleep, but Su Ming is awake, he looks at people's joys, sorrows, and sorrows, looks at Bai Ling's tenderness to him around him, and watches the child grow up, that kind of thought, can not be expressed in words.

Sometimes, wake up...... It is often a pain, if Su Ming didn't think of everything, he could live happily as before, but now, he wants to do it, but because he understands that all this is false, he can't devote himself wholeheartedly.

On this day three years later, Bai Ling's father closed his eyes and left this world.

Another three years have passed, and Su Ming's father in this reincarnation, the teacher who is teaching, has also come to the end of his life, and his life has left his body.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, the normal state of the world, the former noodle stall is long gone, and it seems that it has disappeared in this year.

Until the child grew up, until Bai Ling's face was wrinkled, until Su Ming's body also appeared vicissitudes, the years went farther and farther unconsciously in this reincarnation of the two.

Bai Ling is happy, even if he is old now, but whenever he looks at Su Ming, his eyes show tenderness, and when he whispers, he talks about his childhood with Su Ming in this reincarnation, the companionship from childhood to the present.

Su Ming gradually let himself no longer think about the past, and slowly immersed himself in this reincarnation, counting each other's gray hairs, and slowly aging.

Until their daughter, married, until the ruthlessness of the years, after decades passed, Bai Ling's body slowly aged, wrinkles became more and more, and finally at midnight one day, he took Su Ming's hand, looked at the starry sky outside the window, and muttered in a low voice......

"I had a dream about a mountain, I dreamed of an ancient tribe, I dreamed that I was a woman of a tribe, dressed in white fur and with some beautiful embellishments on the center of my eyebrows, and you ...... It's someone from another tribe, and in a blood moon, you carried me behind your back...... In the early hours of the morning outside a mountain, circling in circles, unwilling to send me back......

I dreamed of an agreement, an agreement between you and me......" Bai Ling muttered, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, this word did not speak, and when it became a murmur, she closed her eyes and never opened them again.

Su Ming took Bai Ling's hand, his eyes showed reminiscence, watching Bai Ling's life gradually dissipate, looking at the whole world to this day, as if it was about to be a nail in the past.

A year later, Su Ming sold this courtyard, because there is no one here who is in his memory, with the passage of time, he has become the oldest old man in this county, he has witnessed all the changes in the years of Jiazi in this county, and has seen too many births, old age, sickness and death, so he sold his family property and built a platform in an open place in this county, where a noodle stall was set up.

Rushing noodles, boiling soup, weaving straw puppets, watching life, silently counting reincarnations......

Tomorrow, continue the three watches!