Time travel without cheats

A true warrior dares to face up to the bleak life and face up to the dripping blood.

When Ran Xiaole was a second-year-old sick pseudo-literary youth who was sad about the spring and autumn, he regarded Mr. Lu Xun's words as his standard.

Until he managed to face the bleak life directly, he didn't feel that he was a brave warrior, and he was more or less a tumbler.

Probably because he didn't dare to face up to the dripping blood.

Ran Xiaole went ashore casually in the clear lake. There was no greenhouse effect and global warming in the ancient times. This summer evening with an infinitely beautiful sunset is still a bit cool. Blown by the whistling wind, stretching comfortably As soon as I was lazy, the complaints and slanders that were full of complaints against God stopped for the time being.

Ran Xiaole is such a person, his life has nothing to cherish, except for his novels.

Wait!

Small... novels? !

Ran Xiaole stood up from the grass like a corpse, and was stunned for three seconds, "Fuck | I have a USB flash drive!"

Did you come together?Are you coming?In the pocket of the jeans... where the jeans are... gone!

The sky is thunderbolt.

Why don't you hack me to death!

No one knows the significance of the contents in that USB flash drive to Ran Xiaole, it is a pie he made for himself, to satisfy his hunger in that empty and hopeless life.What he wants to obtain with those words is no longer the long-term desire of flowers and applause, but companionship, and it's just companionship.

Accompanied by his useless side.

But now, God not only played a big joke on him, but also ruthlessly strangled his only friend, making him truly lonely in this strange world.

So Ran Xiaole cried, crying heartbreakingly, without image at all.

"what happened to you?"

"My...my USB flash drive...God bastard! Do you dare to promise me when I call you? Get the fuck out of me! I'm going to fight you head-on! What kind of a hero is a cunning man! Huh..."

"You what plate... what is it? A plate?"

"Shit plate! It's my novel! Wow..."

"A novel... what is it?"

"The novel is..." Thinking of this, Ran Xiaole became even more sad, covered her face and sobbed, "It's...the fairy tale I wrote..."

"fairy tale?"

"Oh, why are you so annoying!"

The grief-stricken Ran Xiaole was finally willing to raise her head, and then...embarrassed.

After chatting for a long time, he realized that someone seemed to be talking to him just now, and he seemed to... answered him?

"you you…"

Goudan was carrying a few fruits in his clothes, and was looking at him indifferently.

"I lost something important, what's the use of crying? Do you want to look for it?"

Ran Xiaole pouted and nodded aggrievedly, "Yes."

"What does it look like? That plate of yours."

"Just... that... a small black thing with a metallic luster, metal, you know? It's a bit like an iron shop..."

"Is that the one?"

"what?"

"Right next to your ass."

"Butt?" Ran Xiaole hastily turned over and touched the ground, and sure enough... the feel is unmistakable!Putting it in front of my eyes again, wow...

Hahaha...God, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, sorry~

Ran Xiaole smiled at the speed of light, and expressed his deep gratitude to Goudan by the way.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Goudan still had the same neutral face, rolling his eyes, the blind man couldn't see, wasting his energy.

"Let's go, grandpa is still waiting for us."

"oh oh."

Ran Xiaole didn't think about why a 20-year-old youth would listen to a [-]-year-old boy like that, and happily followed Goudan's ass back with his USB flash drive in his hand.

On the way back, with this shameful friendship, the two of them became much acquainted.

Well, one-sided.

"Son, what's your name?"

The child didn't even look back, "Goofy."

"No, daimyo."

"Dog eggs."

"Oh, all right. My name is Ran Xiaole, so I recognize you as my younger brother, remember?"

Goudan paused for a moment, then continued walking without saying anything.

Ran Xiaole automatically took this pause as an agreement. Children are shy, it's normal to feel embarrassed.He giggled, ran forward to grab Goudan's shoulders, then squeezed his little face, "Dandan, you know, brother has two younger brothers, but they don't know me at all. Honey, I'm not as cute as you."

"Ah."

"God, why don't you like to talk?"

"Nothing to say."

"Hey, little brat."

When Goudan heard this, he suddenly shook off his hand and shouted at him: "I am an adult! I can take care of grandpa!"

Ran Xiaole was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "Okay, okay, you are an adult, are you okay?" He hooked Goudan's shoulder again and pressed, "Much better than me, and there is grandpa."

"You have no relatives?"

Ran Xiaole chuckled, "It's not the same as nothing."

Goudan remained silent, took out a red fruit from his bosom and handed it to him, "Here."

"What a considerate little padded jacket." Ran Xiaole accepted it with a smile, and rubbed his head, "Let's go, find our grandpa."

Goudan nodded lightly, but with Ran Xiaole's short-sighted eyes, of course he couldn't tell, that little face that was full of dust was stained with a thin layer of clouds just like the sky.

"Master, we are back."

"Hey!" The old man greeted him from the ruined temple with a smile, "Did the dog get into trouble for you?"

"No, I'm obedient." Ran Xiaole patted the back of Goudan's head, "Master, I have no relatives or reason in this world, so I want to recognize Goudan as my younger brother and you as my grandfather, okay?"

The old man was overjoyed, "Of course that's fine, as long as you don't think we are beggars."

"It really hurts me, as if I'm not a beggar now."

Ran Xiaole ran over to take the old man's arm and yelled, "Grandpa!"

"Hey, hey!" The old man was obviously very happy, and coughed again with a smile. Ran Xiaole helped him to sit down on the haystack in the temple, "Then it's settled."

Ran Xiaole is not a whim, no matter which world he is in, his greatest wish is simply to have a relative, a real relative, no matter who it is.

Now God has let him meet two people who are willing to be his relatives, even if he is playing house, he will recognize it. The reality in it is illusory, so what if the relationship is illusory?As long as he is real it is enough.

Isn't the reason why people indulge in games is to fill the void in their hearts?

Goudan was sent to sleep by the old man after eating a little fruit. He ate too little at a growing age and had to fall asleep before the onset of hunger. This was self-deception and self-preservation.

Seeing the little child who was obediently curled up beside the old man's lap gradually falling asleep, Ran Xiaole quietly tugged on the old man's sleeve, "Master, I have a question..."

"You said."

"You... how do I feel, you don't look like a beggar?"

The old man smiled and looked at him meaningfully, "Really, how is it different?"

Ran Xiaole rubbed her chin and thought about it seriously, "Hmm...temperament."

"temperament?"

"Isn't it? It's...um, feeling." Ran Xiaole took advantage of the moonlight to move towards the old man, "Let me tell you, ordinary beggars, hey, anyway, the beggars over there are full of bad things, and they earn more than me. There are a lot of them. But you, you seem to be a sensible person. If you were not hungry, how could you do such a self-deprecating thing? And you don’t like to say a word when you are begging. How do you look like a cunning little beggar?"

The old man coughed twice, gently stroked his grandson's forehead, and sighed, "Xiao Le, let me tell you the truth, Goudan was an orphan picked up by me, and there was still some spare money at home at that time, but Later, when there was a famine in the village, my son threw away the dog’s egg, and I picked it up again, and then my bastard son simply threw us both. I took the dog’s egg and begged around for four years ah..."

"Abandon the old man! Is there no one to care about? Go to the court... um... the government sue him! Kill them gangsters." Ran Xiaole waved his fist filled with righteous indignation.

The old man laughed at himself, "Government? There is a disaster. They just think about how to deceive the top and the bottom, but it's too late. How can they care about us poor people?"

"That's right." Ran Xiaole suddenly thought of something and asked, "Master, what's your family name?"

The old man was a little puzzled, "My family name is Zhao, why do you ask this?"

"Oh, just thinking that Goudan doesn't have a name, I'm a little curious."

"A cheap name is easy to support, and I don't know a few big characters, so I didn't give it to him."

"Is that so..."

The old man shook his head helplessly, "As you said, Xiao Le, although our father and father are poor, I don't have much skill in old things, but I don't want Goudan to become the kind of lowly person who steals chickens and dogs, he must have ambition, right?"

"People are poor and have ambitions, I understand." Ran Xiaole curled her lips, "Does it work?"

The old man smiled and said, "Look at my grandson, what a wonderful boy."

"Yes, he is a good boy, he is almost starving to death."

The old man was not angry, he just stared at Ran Xiaole and asked, "Xiao Le, why do I think you are not a beggar?"

"Of course I'm not."

"Then why are you..."

Ran Xiaole waved her hand, "Hey, it's a long story, so don't mention it."

Who the hell knows why!

"Is that so." The old man stopped asking, and slowly closed his eyelids, "I'm tired, don't bother me."

"Oh, good night Grandpa."

The old man didn't open his eyes, "Is it the local dialect?"

"Well. It's auspicious words to wish you a good sleep."

"Okay. Good boy." The old man smiled and stopped talking.

Ran Xiaole hugged his knees and curled up in the cold moonlight. He was completely sleepy, and the thoughts in his head were stuck together like embarrassing noodles. He needed quietness.

According to Dead Bird's usual routine, most of the male protagonist's character can be summed up in four words-suffering and bitter.

He looked at Goudan who was not sleeping soundly, um, bingo, it fits well.

Life experience, most of them are lonely and helpless, well, it's about the same.

But the age of appearance... is too young?Dead Bird doesn't like childhood sweethearts, and the hero is usually thirteen or fourteen years old, which doesn't fit.

As for what the old man said, he was a homeless man, and it sounded like he had nothing to do with the local tyrant Duan's mansion.Damn, if he is Duan Ran, then according to the routine, he should have an unexpected encounter with the heroine when he was begging in front of Duan's house.But he has been adopted by his grandfather, and he has been homeless for four years. He has never met a female lead, so he should have no male lead, um.

The more Ran Xiaole thought about it, the more she felt that it made sense, haha, this puppy should be an NPC, that's right!

Figured it out, Ran Xiaole laughed silly for a while, the male lead is Conan, and almost everyone who got in touch with him except the female lead and the big villain died soon.So as long as he doesn't get close to the male lead and loves whoever he loves, Ran Xiaole's cockroach physique will definitely ensure his longevity.

Although Ran Xiaole wasn't born great enough, he didn't want to die honorably either.

So cherish life and stay away from the male lead. After all, with his attributes as a dick, he can't meet the female lead.

After confirming that her life should be safe, Ran Xiaole clapped her hands, happily setting herself a life ideal in this world, um, first set a small goal - beg for food and make do with it.

It's okay, Dead Bird's books are all routines, you don't need to read to know what will happen.When the soldiers come to block the water and cover them with earth, they will surely be able to avoid all the occasions where the hero appears!

Having figured it out in this way, Ran Xiaole became sleepy heartlessly, and fell to his grandfather's side. This day, he was struck by lightning, crushed by a car and frightened half to death by God. He fell asleep soon after feeling relieved .

Facts have proved that Ran Xiaole has committed an old habit that he has tried time and again—to think highly of himself.

But these are later stories.

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