Fantasy Realization System

Walking into the three-foot floor in front of the house, Zhou Ming stepped on the darkened steps and saw the dark-skinned middle-aged man sitting at the door.

Counting it all, I haven't been home for half a year, and I haven't seen him for half a year, and most of the silvery white has already formed on my old father's head.

"dad......"

Zhou Ming's eyes were sour, and he whispered in his throat.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect.

Even if Zhou Ming has inherited the memory of thousands of years in the previous life, the emotion in his heart still remains unchanged.

If he wants to cut off his ties and become an immortal of the Great Way of Forgetfulness, he can't do it, at least for now, he can't do it.

He Zhouming is not born to grow, he is flesh and blood, but is a gift from his parents. Now he has lost his original physical body, but deep in his soul, there is still this kind of deep affection that exists in the root.

Zhou Zhixing was sitting on a small bench at the door and knocking his pipe. He heard the call and his heart twitched fiercely. He raised his head and looked at the visitor with a pair of vicissitudes of eyes.

After Zhou Ming saw Zhou Zhixing's face clearly, his heart was mixed.

That serious face was a bit less fortitude at this time, and a bit more years of vicissitudes.

On the dark skin that has been exposed to the wind and the sun all the year round, wrinkles have been growing for some time, but now, the old father has revealed a slumping old state.

"you are?"

Zhou Ming's voice was very small just now. Zhou Zhixing looked at the utterly beautiful girl and reacted, with a hint of puzzlement in his eyes.

Zhou Ming restrained his mind and smiled and said to Zhou Zhixing: "Hello, uncle, this is Shen Yue who called you the day before yesterday."

"So you are Shen Yue, come in and sit."

Zhou Zhixing stood up and smiled stiffly at Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming walked into this house that he was too familiar with, and he couldn't calm down. After more than two decades, the house was still as small as before.

A living room of twenty square meters, a large round table, and a few small wooden stools beside the table, there is a nest of small sparrows on the edge of the ceiling.

Looking up at the nest of sparrows, Zhou Ming couldn't help but a soft color appeared on Zhou Ming's face. After so many years, this nest of sparrows did not know how many generations it had changed. To this day, there are still chicks in this nest with countless grass and vines. Alive.

Zhou Zhixing glanced at the nest of sparrows and said, "I don't know how many sparrows have been replaced in this nest. Now, they still miss it."

The existence of these new lives can always bring a trace of anger to the human heart.

Zhou Ming smiled and said: "That uncle, you are so lucky, sparrows can bring joy to the family."

"Oh, what a festive promotion, this is what the older generation said. In my fate, I am afraid there is no such word as festive."

Zhou Zhixing thought of his own experience and shook his head helplessly.

"Uncle, this card contains the savings left by Zhou Ming. There are 100,000 in it. The password is Zhou Ming's birthday."

Seeing Zhou Zhixing's expression, Zhou Ming couldn't help sighing secretly. After so many years, he has suffered from his old father. When my mother was sick, my father borrowed money everywhere, constantly filling up the mother's high medical expenses. Because there is no knowledge and culture, Zhou Zhixing often can only do coolies to obtain financial resources.

During that time, due to his father's hard work, the root cause of the disease fell on his waist and legs.

Now he wants to go to work in the ground and he is already powerless and unable to follow him.

"You keep these money."

Zhou Zhixing didn't stretch out his hand, but went to the table where the sundries were placed, picked up the kettle, and poured a bowl of warm water from a tea bowl.

He put the bowl of warm water on the round table, with a gentle touch on his face, and said to Zhou Ming: "Xiaoyue, uncle has nothing to entertain you here, don't mind."

Zhou Ming sat down at the round table, picked up his tea bowl, drank a sip of warm water, and smiled: "No, I grew up in the countryside. I've long been used to life here."

He quietly put the card in his hand on the table and didn't mention the matter again.

"That's good."

Zhou Zhixing moved a stool and sat down, squeezing his left leg with his hands, "You have come here so early, you must have not eaten yet. Later I will kill the old hen at home and make some soup. Don't dislike it. , Hurry to go."

"Uncle, don't worry, I'm not one of the delicate princesses in the city. I came here today to relax in the village and talk to you. You cook for me, I'm eager."

Zhou Ming had a smile on his face, but his heart was extremely bitter. When he went home a year ago, Zhou Zhixing also told him that he had been reluctant to kill the old hen at home, leaving it to lay a few more eggs, but now, facing him, Zhou Zhixing said with a smile on his face. Kill the chicken and cook the soup for yourself.

This huge contrast made Zhou Ming feel very uncomfortable.

He knew that Zhou Zhixing had been relatively poor in the past two years, and he had returned the money he usually transferred to his card without any leftovers to the relatives around him.

Zhou Zhixing didn't tell Zhou Ming about the loan. After Zhou Ming went to work and went home to visit relatives, he accidentally learned that his mother Zhou Zhi had acted to raise the medical expenses of his mother Rong Yixue and had borrowed from house to house throughout the village.

Zhou Ming didn't say anything about Zhou Zhixing's borrowing money from him. He has been playing around in society, in order to make himself and his father better.

Knowing that Zhou Zhixing still owed the debts to the neighbors and villagers, Zhou Ming began to work hard. He didn't think so much at the time, nor did he tell Zhou Zhixing that he already knew about borrowing money.

He only knows that he is still young and can still fight! As long as you don't fall, make money desperately!

Although he found a job with a high salary, Zhou Ming is always just a small employee who just entered the workplace. Under the company's squeeze and his own overdraft, Zhou Ming eventually fell on his desk.

Although he knew that his original body was probably dead, Zhou Ming did not regret it.

He chose to work hard overtime. No wonder, he could only say that he had a streak at the beginning and walked into a dead end, and then he couldn't get out again.

If he knew how to make good use of his network technology at the time, it might not be so hard, and he would not be overdrawn to the limit and suddenly die in the company.

Fortunately, after a year of hard work, he has returned all the money to the people in the village. Zhou Zhixing is also very pleased to see this. He understands that his son is promising.

Today, during the Chinese New Year, Zhou Ming rarely returned home, and Zhou Zhixing, who has always been reticent, rarely said a lot of intimate things to him.

The suffering of Rong Yixue's illness and death was relieved now.

Zhou Ming is very clear about how much hardship his father suffered, how many people ridiculed and scorned him.

His son's efforts freed him from this embarrassing situation. Before he could be happy, his son had no news.

"Xiaoyue, is Zhou Ming really missing? What's the relationship between you and him?"

Zhou Zhixing looked at the girl in front of him and asked.

Although Zhou Ming felt sour in his heart, he still shook his head and said, "I don't know where Zhou Ming has gone. I and him are relatively close friends."

"Oh, that's fine, this kid didn't give me peace of mind since he was a kid, so it's okay if he doesn't come back."

Zhou Zhixing stood up with some difficulty. He dragged his numb left leg and walked slowly to the small courtyard where poultry was kept outside.

Zhou Zhixing looked at the old hen squatting on the haystack, his eyes were slightly lost. Originally, he planned to wait for Zhou Ming to return home at the end of this year, and then slaughter the hen to supplement his body, but now it seems that he can't wait for that day.

Zhou Zhixing felt the pain that life brought to him. His wife passed away. Now even the son who can comfort him the most has left him.

The debt was paid off, but the life before him became pale.

After Zhou Zhixing learned that Zhou Ming was missing, he rushed to the magic city in a hurry. In this crowded metropolis, he was turned away by Zhou Ming's company. The police station gave him a result waiting for notification.

In this way, Zhou Zhixing took the train back to his village in despair.

A thousand miles away, a thousand miles away.

Once there, Zhou Zhixing was extremely disappointed.

Today, Shen Yue's arrival brought Zhou Zhixing a hint of surprise and surprise, but his inner expectations were still shattered in front of this naked reality.

His last hope was also lost.

Zhou Zhixing understood that the official side said that Zhou Ming was missing, but Zhou Ming may have encountered some sort of accident or something changed.

The disappearance is nothing but a self-deception.

For more than three months, Zhou Ming never contacted him again.

Even if my son entered the MLM and made a phone call back to cheat myself, it is better than the current situation where there is no news.

But the current situation made Zhou Zhixing very worried. He didn't know what accident Zhou Ming had encountered, or whether he had died.

With his heart anxious day and night, Zhou Zhixing's whole person was much older, and even the flame of hope in his heart that supported him to live, became dim with the passage of time.

"Uncle, you don't need to kill chickens. I feel sick recently. Just eat something light."

A soft voice sounded behind him, and Zhou Ming came to the small courtyard and quietly looked at the hen lying on the haystack.

"This... also good."

Zhou Zhixing stood outside the fence, but did not enter it after all, grabbing the old hen laying eggs.

Zhou Zhixing smiled bitterly, "Xiaoyue, then you can only eat some vegetables and whole grains grown by your uncle."

"Okay, I haven't eaten whole grains for a long time. I just adjusted it today."

A faint sadness flashed in Zhou Ming's eyes, and he said with a calm smile on his face.

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