Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

Chapter 113 The Rain Falls Rouge Tears, Pear Blossom Plays Begonia (37)

Song Ci thought for a while and decided to go directly to the place where his father fought on the front line.

Since his mother couldn't get out of the city lord's mansion, she would definitely not run away, so he went to the front line first to look for clues.

Maybe you can meet the Spike Army of the Song family or the subordinates following General Song.

Song Ci looked at the man who took a bunch of shells and put the necklace on with a rope seriously, walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Brother, I still have something to go, and I'll be back in a while."

As soon as Song Zhi heard that he was leaving his job, he was extremely wronged: "Sister, you are leaving now, I haven't watched you properly yet."

The nine-foot man held Song Ci's hand and cried as soon as he said it.

Song Ci had to hug him to coax him.

"Brother, I'll be back in a few days."

Song Zhi was successfully comforted by his sister, and took out a bunch of braided shell bracelets from his pocket for him to wear.

"Sister, this is for you. I made it up myself, although it doesn't look very good." Song Zhi looked at the indescribable handicraft, and continued: "When we go out in the future, brother will buy you a good-looking one."

"Brother praised a lot of money to buy you a beautiful dress!" Song Zhi looked at Song Ci with sparkling eyes.

He reached out and rubbed Song Ci's cheek.

Instructed: "Eat more, you are so skinny that you are nowhere to be seen."

Song Ci broke away the hand that was pinching her cheek, "Got it."

"Okay, brother, I'm going to leave first, it's too late to find a hotel."

Song Zhi looked at Song Ci's back, and the nine-foot man burst into tears.

Zhang Niang couldn't comfort her no matter what.

Song Ci looked back helplessly and blinked at him: "Brother, I have a gift for you when I come back."

Song Zhi was so cute by his younger sister, he covered his little heart.

It doesn't matter if it's a gift or not, the important thing is that my sister thinks about him!
Wipe away tears.

Excitedly, I went back and ate another big white flour steamed bun.

……

After Song Ci left the city, he headed north all the way.

Going forward? Dozens of miles is the land of other countries.

There are endless grasslands, and a few sheep are grazing with their heads down.

The weather is not very hot near the end of summer.

The wind at night is slightly cool, which makes people feel comfortable.

Not far away, I saw a small town in front of me.

It is said that it is a small town with only a dozen families, and the end can be seen at a glance.

It is not far from Youzhou to the border, but it took two days to walk. It is really rare to see a few families on the road that is too remote.

Fortunately, he has an older brother who is like an old mother, and before he left, he prepared enough dry food for her to eat for half a month and some useless tools that had to be forced up.

Looking at the smooth wooden stick she threw aside, Song Ci couldn't help thinking.

He shouldn't have unloaded the Lei Lei used for hoeing at home, right?
It's getting late.

Song Ci got out of the car to see if there was anyone who could pick him up.

Seeing that there was still a candle burning in a room, he walked over and knocked on the door.

"Is anyone home?"

The young man in the room put down the book in his hand, stepped off the kang cautiously, and poked a fingernail-sized hole in the original window to see the people outside.

He is a young man with a handsome face.

The candlelight in the room shone on his face, making it extraordinarily warm.

He shouldn't be a bad guy.

The boy reached out to open the door.

"It's getting late, can I stay at your house for one night?"

"Ah."

The child answered coldly and walked into the room.

Song Ci looked at him curiously: "Are you the only one at home?"

"Ah."

The little boy picked up the book again and read by the light by the candlestick.

Seeing that he was reading seriously, Song Ci didn't disturb him, and found a comfortable place to lean against.

The orange halo gently sprinkled in the room.

Song Ci, who had been suffering from insomnia for the past few days, fell asleep for the first time.

When the candle was about to burn out, the little boy reluctantly put down the book.

Candles dimmed.

Orange-gray light fell on the young man's face, as beautiful as a fallen fairy.

This person is really beautiful.

Looking at his eyebrows and eyes always feels inexplicably familiar.

The candles go out.

Quietly, only the sound of even breathing can be heard.

Dongfang vomits white.

Song Ci slowly opened his eyes, looking at the boy who raised his hand towards him in surprise: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. Seeing that you haven't woken up yet, let me wake you up."

The boy was not good at expressing himself, so he ignored him after he finished talking, and started cooking on his own.

"You're the only one here, why don't you leave?"

"Take care of uncle."

The boy looked back at Song Ci.

The sun shone on the boy's face, and the boy was taken aback for a moment.

This man looks like a general...

That icy blue eye was as cold as the snow in the Tianshan Mountains, especially the dark black eye.

Different pupils?

He came with his father, and he heard that the general had a son who was born with different pupils.

Beautiful in appearance, incompetent in character.

Could it be him?
He looked Song Ci up and down and asked, "What's your name?"

"Song Ci."

It was obvious that the boy was a little displeased and somewhat unspeakable...disgusted.

Song Ci couldn't help being a little puzzled.

They didn't know each other, why did he have such feelings for himself?

Or do I not know him, but he knows himself?
Song Ci leaned towards the latter, and asked proactively, "You know me?"

"heard about it."

The boy withdrew his gaze and turned around, pouring rice into the pot to make porridge.

After a while, the fragrance of rice porridge filled the air.

This made Song Ci hungry after eating dry food for three days.

The boy filled a bowl and handed it to him: "Here you are."

"Thank you."

Song Ci was not polite either.

"I'm going to deliver food to my uncle. There are other foods in the pot. You can do whatever you want."

The boy left after speaking.

Song Ci took out a steamed sweet potato from the pot, finished it with a few mouthfuls, and the boy came back after washing the dishes.

"Do you like reading very much?"

"I don't like it." The boy replied decisively.

"I like to ride a horse and use a sword to travel the world like a river and lake person."

When the boy said this, there was some longing in his eyes.

After a pause, he continued: "But I have no other choice, because only after studying can I have a chance to save them, and also to be able to clear up my grievances for..." The general.

He didn't say anything later, in his opinion, things are nothing but illusions before they become a manifestation, and what he has to do is to push through the clouds and mist to find the real beast.

Prove them all innocent!
Song Ci looked at this young and mature boy.

"Save them? Are they your parents?" Song Ci asked.

"Ah."

Song Ci looked at the boy and suddenly felt that he resembled the original owner.

It's not about looks, it's about experience.

Similar experiences always resonate with people.

"My father was defeated in the war. Rumors about him collaborating with the enemy and treason spread like wings and spread throughout the streets and alleys of our place. My father's whereabouts are unknown..."

After listening to Song Ci finish speaking, the boy opened his mouth and said, "I know what you said, are you the general's youngest son?"

Song Ci nodded.

Looking at the boy's eyes, he thought a little more.

"You don't have to think too much about it. My parents are generals under General Song. General Song is iron-blooded and loyal. We know him best."

The boy looked at Song Ci with indescribably deep eyes, not like a child at all: "On the day General Song disappeared, my parents also disappeared."

"You are the son of General Song. Even if I don't like you, since you are his child, you have the right to know the truth."

Song Ci's beautiful eyes flickered when he heard the boy's serious words.

The boy is smart, and he knows far more than himself.

Song Ci explained her intention: "I came here this time to find out the truth. I don't believe my father would do such a thing."

"It's not as stupid as the rumors."

Song Ci raised his eyebrows. Over the years, the original owner devoted all his attention to understanding Xiao He, and even set up a separate room to hang a room full of his own portraits made by himself.

Thinking of the things in the room, the corners of his lips twitched.

When he goes back in the future, he must burn that house down!
I usually didn't pay attention to these rumors about myself, so I asked curiously: "Then what kind of rumors am I like?"

The boy said coldly, "A useless vase."

(End of this chapter)