After picking up the cubs, I became the ancestor of Sichuan Mountain

Chapter 11 Illusion
Seeing everything familiar in front of him, Qin Fan couldn't bear it any longer. The tip of his nose felt sour and tears welled up again.

He is back!

His home is still there!
"Xiao Fan? What's wrong with you? Who bullied you? You're crying like this-"

The woman on the side saw him crying so sadly that she hurried over and asked.

"Wow--"

The baby's cries were so loud that the woman thought something serious had happened, so she quickly took out her handkerchief and wiped his tears.

"What's wrong? Xiaofan, who bullied you? Tell your aunt, why are you crying so hard..."

After crying for a while, looking at his aunt who was sweating anxiously because she couldn't coax him, Qin Fan raised his hand to wipe away his tears, buried his head and rushed towards his home.

The little baby was like a little calf, rushing forward with all its strength, only its lowered head was pattering to the ground and shedding tears.

"Qin Fan! Let's go fish in the river!"

Tiedan's trouser legs were rolled up high, and his feet were covered with mud from the river. He was holding two palm-sized crucian carps in his hands, and he was standing on the edge with a grin on his face.

The little baby lowered his head, as if he didn't hear anything, leaving only the small mud flowers blooming all the way.

"Qin Fan! Qin Fan! What are you doing! Let's go play on the back mountain!"

Huzi was carrying a small backpack, holding three-year-old Niu Niu in one hand, and holding a small sickle in the other.

The little baby still lowered his head and ran towards home.

He didn't dare to answer, he was afraid that it was all an illusion, and he was also afraid that it was all his dream.

He wanted to run home quickly and see his mother-in-law.

The little baby ran and ran, running away from the familiar crowd and passing his former friends, and finally he was about to go home.

"You kid, you're just like a bull! What should you do if you bump into someone!"

A man picked up the running doll, put it in his crotch, and patted his butt twice.

The crying that he could hold back just now amplified again, so scared that Qin Jiang almost threw him to the ground.

The two blows I just received shouldn't have been too hard...

"Wow--"

Qin Fan couldn't stop crying anymore, and all of a sudden the whole village went out crying.

"Qin Laoer, why are you beating the child? Beat the child like this!"

Neighbor Aunt Wang was collecting insoles in the yard, but was so frightened by Qin Fan's cry that she almost pricked her hand.

As a result, as soon as he got out of the hospital, he saw Qin Jiang holding Qin Fan between his arms. The little baby was crying heartbrokenly, not to mention how miserable it was.

"That's right, the beating was so severe, what if it gets damaged!"

Qinjiang scratched his head, feeling a little at a loss.

"Neither did I. I didn't hit how heavy it was..."

What's wrong? I just lightly patted his butt twice. How could I have hit him harder?
"what happened?"

Mrs. Qin was mending clothes at home, but she hurried out to check on her son when she heard her crying.

As a result, I saw that my husband and son were surrounded by neighbors.

"Auntie!"

Hearing his mother's voice again, Qin Fan started to cry again.

He struggled out of his father's arms and threw himself into her arms.

"Xiao Fan, what's the matter?"

Being hugged by her son, Mrs. Qin laughed a little.

He is already six years old, how could he be so coquettish with his mother-in-law?

"Auntie will teach daddy for you, don't cry anymore."

Feeling the warm hands wiping his tears, Qin Fan broke out into a smile.

"Don't go home yet."

Qin held Qin Fan's little hand, glared at Qin Jiang again, and then spoke to the neighbors.

"Auntie, let's go back first."

"Go back quickly. Don't hit the child too hard. Tell me about your man."

"I know."

The family of three returned to the small courtyard.

Looking at the place where he had lived for six years, Qin Fan looked like a baby with red eyes, which made him feel extremely distressed.

"Why are you beating the child?" Ms. Qin stared at her husband, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed, showing her dissatisfaction.

"I didn't. I just saw him running with his head buried, and I was afraid that he would hit someone, so I tried to scare him. I really didn't put in the effort."

Qin Jiang also felt that he had been wronged. Now everyone didn't know what to say about him!

"Auntie, I'm hungry."

After crying for a while, Qin Fan wiped his tears, washed his face with cold water, and then relied on Qin to act coquettishly.

"Okay, okay, grandma is going to cook."

"I really don't have the strength..."

Seeing that his wife didn't believe it, Qin Jiang just explained.

Outside the courtyard gate are Tiedan and Huzi, as well as Little Douding beside Huzi.

"Afan, what's wrong with you!"

"What trouble did you get into!"

"Brother! Brother!"

The three children were lying on the wall, looking at Qin Fan and asked.

"I, I'm fine, I just had a nightmare."

Qin Fan grinned, but the smile on his face was uglier than crying.

What he remembered was that Tiedan died, Huzi also died, and little Niuniu was held in her arms by her aunt, and they lay together in the fire.

Only I escaped because I had a disagreement with my father and ran away to the back mountain.

"It's good that you are still here."

Tiedan and Huzi looked at each other and saw a trace of doubt in each other's eyes.

"Afan, what are you dreaming about? It's so scary."

"I just dreamed that everyone was gone."

"No, we are brothers, why wouldn't we want you? If I go out to the market, I will definitely ask you to come with me."

Tiedan grinned, revealing the gap between his front teeth that had been knocked out due to naughtiness.

The furthest place they have been to is the big market in town. If everyone went there, he would definitely call Afan.

The three of them are brothers who worshiped together in the back mountain!
"I know it's a nightmare! You guys should go back and eat quickly! I'm going to eat soon too!"

The little baby waved his hands hard, and the orange sunset shone on the ground, stretching the two shadows, one large and one small.

Qin Fan didn't take a bite at the dinner table, but looked at his parents almost greedily.

He couldn't bear to leave them.

"What's wrong? Why don't you eat?"

Mrs. Qin saw that he couldn't even move his chopsticks to his favorite chicken, so she felt worried and probed his forehead.

"Mom, I miss you."

The little baby's voice was small, full of dependence.

"Didn't I just go out and play all afternoon? What on earth is going on with this kid?"

Mrs. Qin hit his forehead with chopsticks, feeling angry.

It wasn't until the orange color on the horizon was about to disappear completely that Qin Fan began to sob softly with tears in his eyes.

All this is false, the village is gone, there are no uncles and aunts, Tiedan is dead, Huzi is dead, and little Niuniu is gone.

My father died on the way to find him, and my mother-in-law lay in a pool of blood until she took her last breath when she saw herself.

The scar on his wrist was left by him biting the flesh with his own teeth.

From the moment he entered the illusion, he knew it was all fake.

Sister Congee said that in the illusion of the general election, there would be something he wanted to see most, so he would see his parents.

I broke away from the illusion, opened my eyes again, and was back in the small world.

Ning Lan had been paying attention to Qin Fan's situation, and was relieved a little when she saw him open his eyes.

If you are addicted to the illusion, you will be eliminated at this first level.

And when night falls in the illusion, it will be even more difficult to struggle out.

Qin Fan is simply smart.

(End of this chapter)