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Another world, storybook, protagonist, a series of words refreshed Shu Changyu's cognition.

Shu Changyu narrowed his eyes slightly and asked with interest: "Then what kind of person am I in the storybook?"

Song Yan curled her lips and said, "In the storybook, you are a favorite of heaven, with good luck all the time. You go into the mountains to pick up treasures, go out to meet noble people, farm and do business, and finally marry a man of your dreams and live a happy life."

Shu Changyu raised his eyebrows: "In that case, the person who wrote the story must have only a superficial understanding of me, so he made up such an ending."

Indeed, even Shu Changyu's character was portrayed vaguely in the original work, not to mention that Shu Changyu was a male.

Song Yan gritted his teeth. He was really badly tricked by the original work. If the system dared to appear again, he would curse it to death.

What a scam.

"What about Yanyan? What kind of person is she in the storybook?" Shu Changyu suddenly asked.

Song Yan said: "I am not in the storybook. There is only the original owner, Song Dashu. He is just a small hoodlum. There is nothing much to say about him, but..."

At this point, he paused, glanced at Shu Changyu, and said in a strange tone: "Later, because of molesting you, he was beaten to a disability, and then lived on the streets, and eventually died of hunger and cold."

Shu Changyu tilted his head and looked at him: "Then how did Yanyan become Song Dashu?"

"I went up the mountain to pick mushrooms, and I fell off a cliff and died. Then my body possessed Song Dashu." Song Yan skipped the part about the system because it was difficult to explain.

"As for Song Dashu's soul, I don't know where it went."

When Shu Changyu heard Song Yan say that he fell off the cliff, his eyes turned cold, but he did not interrupt him.

Song Yan couldn't help but complain: "You don't know, when I opened my eyes, I saw a thatched roof, bare walls, and several hungry children."

"After a year of hard work, I finally saved up some money..."

Shu Changyu listened quietly. He held Song Yan's hand in his palm, pinched his fingertips, and rubbed them from time to time.

"What did Yanyan look like before?" Shu Changyu asked curiously.

Hearing this question, Song Yan touched his face. To be honest, Song Dashu originally looked somewhat similar to him, but after he became Song Dashu, his appearance was also changing day by day.

At first Song Yan didn't notice it because there was no mirror at home. It was not until one day when he saw his reflection in the water tank that he realized that he had grown back to his previous appearance.

"It's just what you see." Song Yan patted his face.

Suddenly Shu Changyu turned around, held Song Yan's face, and looked at Song Yan carefully.

From his forehead, then down to his eyelids, then to the bridge of his nose, and finally to his lips.

Every inch of it grows just right, and it touches Shu Changyu's heart.

Song Yan felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him and tried to break free from his hands, but Shu Changyu held them even tighter.

"Shu Changyu, don't do anything rash, be careful not to tear the wound." Song Yan said nervously.

Shu Changyu pretended not to hear and lowered his head to kiss her.

This kiss was eager and fierce, as if it wanted to rub Song Yan into her bones and blood.

Song Yan wanted to push him away, but was afraid of splitting his wound, so she had to let him kiss her as much as he wanted.

"Yanyan." As their lips and teeth blended, Shu Changyu's voice was a little hoarse, "I want you."

Song Yan immediately pushed his face away and said angrily, "Get lost!"

You're already injured like this and you still don't know how to restrain yourself!

Shu Changyu chuckled softly.

Then they talked a lot more.

Song Yan complained about the strange phenomena described in the novel when Shu Changyu was born, such as sweet rain falling from the sky, water flowing through the old well, and an old hen laying dozens of eggs overnight.

Shu Changyu's mouth twitched slightly after hearing this: "That's not the case."

"Huh." Song Yan was speechless, knowing that the original work was unreliable.

Then Shu Changyu said: "In fact, I was not born to my mother."

Song Yan was shocked: "Huh?!"

Shu Changyu raised his hand and pinched his face: "It's complicated, I'll tell you later."

Song Yan had no choice but to suppress her curiosity and said mysteriously, "Then I'll tell you a secret of mine, too."

As he spoke, he took out an apple from the space kitchen.

The apples just taken out of the refrigerator are cool and exude a refreshing sweet smell.

Shu Changyu's dark pupils shrank slightly, and he stared at the apple with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Song Yan wiped the apple with her sleeve and explained, "I have a portable kitchen with all kinds of cooking utensils and a large refrigerator. There are fruits, vegetables, meats, and everything else in it, and they all stay fresh."

Shu Changyu frowned slightly: "Portable kitchen? This is unheard of."

"This is what my grandfather left for me. I was an orphan in my previous life, without a father or a mother. It was my grandfather who asked me to pick it up and raise it." Song Yan stuffed the apple in her hand to Shu Changyu.

Shu Changyu held the apple and said, "Can you tell me about your past?"

Song Yan nodded and said, "Okay."

"My grandfather's last name is Song..."

Song Yan's mouth was dry as he spoke, so he simply poured a glass of water from the kitchen, took a big sip, and continued, "As soon as I learned to walk, I followed my grandfather to learn how to cook."

"My grandfather watched from the side, smiling so hard that his eyes narrowed into slits. At that time, I couldn't reach the stove, so my grandfather held me in his arms and taught me how to stir-fry step by step."

Song Yan's eyes softened, as if immersed in those beautiful memories.

"Once, I accidentally put too much salt in the food and it was so salty that I couldn't eat it. I felt embarrassed about it. But grandpa kept saying it was delicious and ate it all." The corners of his mouth raised, revealing a warm smile.

Shu Changyu looked at the smile on his face, his eyes flickering slightly, and said softly: "Grandpa must love Yanyan very much."

Hearing this, Song Yan's eyes became sore.

It was not until late in the evening that Shu Changsheng came to deliver the medicine.

"The medicine has just been prepared. Changyu, drink it while it's hot." Shu Changsheng walked in holding a bowl of black medicine.

Seeing the two of them leaning against each other, looking so close, Shu Changsheng suddenly felt a toothache.

Shu Changyu raised his head and glanced at him: "No, pour it."

"Fell down?!" Shu Changsheng raised his voice. "I ran to most of the pharmacies in this town and finally gathered these herbs. I boiled them for several hours, and you fell down just like that!"

"Brother Shu, don't listen to him. Give me the medicine." Song Yan hurried over, took the medicine bowl from Shu Changsheng, and walked in front of Shu Changyu, "Drink it quickly!"

Shu Changyu frowned and said, "This medicine tastes very bitter."

Song Yan frowned: "You have to drink it even if it's bitter. Hurry up and don't force me to force you to drink it!"

Shu Changyu took the bowl, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. After finishing it, his face looked sour and he looked like he didn't want to talk.

"Only Xiao Song can handle you." Shu Changsheng said gloatingly.

Song Yan put down the bowl and looked outside awkwardly: "Uh, it's getting late, I have to go back, you take a good rest, I'll come to see you tomorrow."

He said something to Shu Changyu and went back.

Shu Changyu watched Song Yan's back disappear outside the door, then looked at Shu Changsheng coldly.

"Why are you still here?"

Shu Changsheng said quietly, "What a heartless person! I was just concerned about you and worried that you would be bored, but you chased me away like this."

Shu Changyu ignored him and said lazily: "Anshi."

As soon as the words fell, a dark shadow fell from the roof and entered the door.

"master."

Shu Changyu: "Give me the medicine."

An Shi took out a medicine bottle from his arms and handed it over.

Shu Shu Changyu took the medicine bottle, poured out a pill, put it into his mouth and swallowed it with an expressionless face.

Shu Changsheng's eyes widened immediately, and he pointed at him, accusing him, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you had medicine? I went to so many pharmacies and found a doctor to prescribe medicine for you!"

"Heh." Shu Changyu laughed without any emotion.