The husband was once beautiful, strong and miserable [through the book]

It didn't take too long to simply vent her drugged nature, but after Zhou Mo finished, she sat quietly on the chair for a long time.

From waking up to now, one after another has been overwhelming, not only troublesome, but also inconsistent and weird.

If he didn't guess wrong, he probably crossed over.

Time travel is understandable, there are thousands of similar novels, Zhou Mo is not difficult to accept, but the first time travel is so thrilling, it has brought some psychological shadows to him.

Zhou Mo sighed, and simply gave up thinking.

After thinking about it for so long, there is no memory that does not belong to him, most likely because he failed to inherit it, and it is useless to sit until dawn. Besides, the incident happened suddenly just now, and he seems to have kicked out the owner of the house.

Thinking of this, Zhou Mo immediately got up and opened the door to go out, only to see a red-clothed man sitting huddled on the stone steps not far away, his back looked particularly pitiful.

Judah... pitiful?

Hiss, Zhou Mo realized that the men here seemed to be too gentle.

He didn't forget the handsome face in the red dress and the long hair like ink just now, and this person is actually much smaller, about his early seventies, not short, but compared to the woman just now, he is too small and cuddly.

Yan Qing was sitting on the ground drawing circles, when he heard the movement, he stood up immediately, seeing that it was Zhou Mo, a look of unnaturalness flashed across his face, but he still asked concerned, "Are you alright?"

"It's okay." Zhou Mo replied, his eyes turned to the messy circles on the dirt.

Yan Qing noticed that her face was a little red, she stretched out her feet to smooth out the marks, and explained, "Well, I was a little distracted waiting."

Zhou Mo withdrew his gaze and said, "Thank you for the previous matter, if you need me in the future, just come to me."

Yan Qing shook his head and said, "No, it's a casual thing, that Zou Yu is too bullying, and she did such a nasty thing before her husband's body was cold."

Zhou Mo frowned, "Zou Yu? Husband?"

...Wait, why are these two words so familiar, as if they have been heard somewhere?

Seeing Zhou Mo's expression, Yan Qing swallowed the words of injustice, with an imperceptibly low tone in her tone, "Yes, the husband she begged for from the next village died of illness a few days ago."

Zhou Mo frowned even more when he heard this.

Seeing that the person's expression was wrong, Yan Qing hesitated for a moment, and then said, "You don't have to be afraid, many people in the village don't like her, and they won't let her mess around."

Zhou Mo was naturally not worried about this, he looked at Yan Qing, "...what's your name, what's my name?"

Yan Qing's eyes widened, and he raised his hand to touch Tie Zhoumo's forehead, "Have you kowtowed all the way?"

"Why don't you even remember your own name?"

Zhou Mo: "..."

Not really, but no matter how he explained it, he couldn't think of a better answer for a while, so he could only pretend to be ignorant, and looked back with a more bewildered gaze than Yan Qing.

Yan Qing thought that his words had become a prophecy, so he immediately covered his mouth, stared at Zhou Mo with two big eyes in disbelief, and after a moment of reaction, he immediately ran to Zhou Mo's side, "You, you squat down, I See the wound?"

Zhou Mo held Yan Qing helplessly, and lied without blushing, "There is no wound, maybe it was just stimulated and I can't remember anything."

"Really?" Yan Qing was a little suspicious, staring straight at Zhou Mo's head.

Zhou Mo nodded heavily, "Really, don't worry, my memory is not good, but my brain is good, and I can still feel the pain."

After Zhou Mo said this, Yan Qing had no choice but to give up, and whispered, "My name is Yan Qing, and your name is Zhou Mo. Actually, I don't know your affairs very well, and you have always been a loner. I don’t communicate much with the villagers…”

In other words, Yan Qing's understanding of Zhou Mo is probably "there is such a number one person in the village".

Zhou Mo didn't know how much he listened to the words that followed. As soon as the word "Yan Qing" came out, he immediately understood that the fictional world he was in now came from a novel.

An unpublished, unpublished, or even unfinished novel of the Feminine.

The author is Zhou Mo's younger sister, Zhou Liu.

Zhou Liu once saved a 20-word novel, and wanted her brother as the editor to give some advice, but since the subject matter is a direction that Zhou Mo has not dabbled in, naturally he cannot give an objective evaluation, but he is not good at hitting Zhou Liu Because of the enthusiasm, I had to choose a few people in the article to set up a brief discussion with Zhou Liu.

One of them is the male cannon fodder Yan Qing who is standing in front of Zhou Mo now. At that time, Zhou Mo's feeling was just one word - miserable.

His father was murdered, his mother didn't care, he lived outside the palace for more than ten years, and when he returned to the palace, he was bullied by the servants in the palace.

But the worst thing is that Zhou Liu originally planned to let Yan Qing be the male lead, but because Gong Dou was too difficult to write, he simply changed to a male lead who didn't need Gong Dou.

And this "male protagonist" who had suffered so much in the early stage and was waiting for redemption instantly became cannon fodder and went offline directly.

Zhou Mo: "..."

No, he didn't write this ending either?What are you looking for?