Thinking back to the past life, I took my two dogs and drove in my own RV. At the beginning, I had one person and one dog, and went on a spontaneous trip, wandering the earth together.
Of course, the dog is forced.
The dog must be a male dog, and he is also a single dog, so he is treated as a brother. The existence of a dog brother is enough to relieve the emptiness and loneliness in the soul, but the emptiness and loneliness in the body still have to be resolved by yourself.
In the end, the dog brother was beaten by Er Gouzi, the car fell into a pit, the old driver was gone, and the dog was still alive...
Before he died, he pushed Ergouzi out of the car window, and then the gas in the car exploded.
Jiang Hu did not feel any regret or resentment that the dog had tricked him to death. After all, he would not have trouble with a dog. Let him let go of the past. He could save the dog's life before he died. It was better than building a first-level pagoda.
...
I don't know how long it took, Jiang Long slowly woke up from the dark abyss, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the disheveled Jiang Hu, who looked like a savage. He was holding a broken bowl picked up from somewhere in his hand, shaking the bowl slightly - or
More like a beggar.
At this time, Jiang Hu has been resurrected with full blood, and his eyes are full of energy.
A few days ago, he was almost forced to live in Bengbu due to lack of water and food, leaving him to die.
Seeing his eldest brother getting weaker and weaker, Jiang Hu felt unwilling and turned around in the room, knowing that a house would not appear here for no reason, and the previous owner must have something to survive.
Later, sure enough, a well buried by yellow sand was discovered.
After scraping away the sand and opening the manhole cover, there was actually a well of living water underneath, with frogs, fish and other living creatures in the well.
In order to get water and food, Jiang Hu went to great lengths to get it. His body and the well wall had rubbed against each other countless times. His clothes had been ground into vermicelli, and his face was sunburned, making him look miserable.
The beggar, holding a broken bowl in his hand, seemed to be begging.
"Brother, you finally woke up, it's time to take medicine."
Looking at the radiant Saburo, Jiang Long twitched the corner of his mouth and forced a sad smile. He was already a useless person and he was just a burden if he survived.
This stupid brother actually saved himself twice, which really fulfilled the old saying that people are stupid and blessed.
Or maybe, after experiencing these life and death, Saburo has indeed become smarter and no longer stupid.
"Where...got it?" he asked weakly.
"There are medicinal materials a few miles away from here. There is a well outside this house, which is buried by yellow sand. There are also a lot of miscellaneous fish in it. I killed them all and left nothing behind. I caught them all and made soup.
You relied on these to get through your coma..."
Jiang Hu told how he found the mouth of the well after encountering a dead mouse as a blind cat, and then found the healing herbs in his memory a few miles away. He almost burst into tears.
"...Brother, you see, my clothes have been torn by the walls of the well, and my handsome face has been tanned since I was a child. But hard work pays off. We are alive. As long as we are alive, we will
There is hope..."
Looking at his younger brother with a small mouth that kept talking, Jiang Long seemed to have a little confusion in his eyes, and Saburo seemed to be a different person.
He has been mentally retarded since he was a child, but now he seems to be no longer mentally retarded.
"Hahaha...ahem...ok, it turns out there's a perfect path! Saburo, you did a great job."
"That's right, brother, you are blessed with great fortune."
"Sanlang
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,Didn’t you...didn’t you call me Dalang before?"
Jiang Long's unreasonable words made Jiang Hu feel nervous. He didn't want to be suspected by his relatives. It was impossible to be lenient if he confessed. Who would believe such a thing? I'm afraid they would think that he was not only mentally retarded but also crazy.
.
But this is the only person who cares about him.
Jiang Hu didn't want to be doubted and jealous by him.
The air became a little heavy, and the expressions of the two became more solemn. Jiang Long looked at Jiang Hu with his sharp eyes, like a falcon looking at a little white rabbit, which made people shudder.
"Da Lang...it's time to take medicine."
Jiang Hu stirred the medicine in the bowl with a branch and spoke first to break the peaceful atmosphere.
Suddenly I felt something was wrong again - Dalang...it's time to take medicine...
The history seems surprisingly similar, but I am definitely not the vicious Pan Jinlian.
The atmosphere at the scene was a bit awkward, and the young man couldn't help but laugh, but under the stern gaze of his elder brother... Da Lang, he held it in so hard that he almost suffered internal injuries.
"Sanlang, are you no longer mentally retarded? How... do you know these drugs? Don't you know the way? How can you walk around randomly! What should I do if I get lost in the vast yellow sand outside?
Ahem..."
Brain-dead—that’s what this world calls fools.
Jiang Hu was speechless,
But he felt inexplicably warm in his heart. He pursed his lips and was about to explain when Jiang Long spoke again.
"It's good that you're no longer a brain-dead person. It's good that you're not a brain-dead person. After so much, it's time to grow up. I didn't teach you in vain all these years."
Dalang's eyes were intriguing. They were not like the eyes he used to look at fools. They were helpless and loving.
Now he sees hope and there is light in his eyes!
Looking up and down, this rehabilitated mentally retarded brother seemed to have more energy than before, and the light in his eyes was like a sea of stars, shining brightly.
Saburo finally got the idea, and he was no longer stupid.
"Da Lang...it's time to take medicine, it's gone cold."
Jiang Hu reminded me again that I would never get tired of saying this a hundred times.
But Jiang Long turned his face away, refused to take the medicine, and his eyes were full of tears.
"I...I'm afraid I won't live long..."
"Da Lang, drink the medicine and you will be fine."
"Sanlang, Dalang is useless...you should not think about revenge in the future. You should live and live well in Watergate Country...you should never go back, okay?"
Seeing Da Lang's hopeless and empty eyes, fearing that he wanted to die, Jiang Hu quickly said harsh words: "Da Lang, San Lang can't live without you. Without you, San Lang, how can I live? If you die,
, I don’t live anymore either!”
Jiang Dalang was stunned, thinking that Sanlang was mentally retarded. If he died and his brain-dead disease recurred, it would probably be difficult for him to get out of here alive.
After a short silence, he relaxed and agreed to drink the medicine.
Jiang Hu was so happy that he quickly walked to Da Lang and sat down, picked up his head and put it in his arms, and fed him the medicine himself.
"Dalang... take the medicine! Be careful of the burn."
Revenge is not
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Those who may take revenge will never be able to take revenge in this life. The original owner is already dead, okay?
Moreover, except for the eldest brother, no one in the family treats the original owner well.
The mother has disappeared long ago, and the father has always been very strict with the original owner, beating or scolding him. Except for the eldest brother, everyone ridicules and despises him, treating him as a human being.
Are brain-dead people not human beings? Aren’t brain-dead children born from parents?
Scenes of memories of ridicule and discrimination flooded into his mind, making Jiang Hu extremely sad and angry. He felt the heart of his original owner, endless pain and incomprehension as to why those people treated him like this.
These are such painful memories.
...
As the days passed, although Jiang Long's Dan Yuan had been destroyed, under Jiang Hu's careful care, his injuries quickly improved.
Every time Jiang Hu went out hunting to find medicinal materials, Dalang couldn't help crying secretly, blaming himself for being useless and a waste.
It was only when I turned back halfway that I realized that Dalang was carrying him on his back, crying all day long, and feeling inexplicably cramped in his heart.
He swore secretly,
We must lead Dalang out of the wilderness alive.
On the way out foraging for food, Jiang Hu kicked and hit his hands up and down, using his left hand to hit his right hand. He had already fallen into the world of various martial arts skills in his memory.
Nowadays, we must race against time to practice these self-defense skills, so that we can survive in this world of the jungle and the strong.
The original owner of this body was very resistant to cultivation. In his memory, he was often beaten with a stick by that tall figure before he would learn to practice. My father's stick was so thick and long that it made my buttocks ache and my anus tighten just thinking about it.
But Dalang could always coax him to practice together. Although those days were silly, they were peaceful and enviable.
"Roar!"
A huge sound broke Jiang Hu, who was immersed in the world of martial arts, and scared him to look up.
I saw billowing black clouds suddenly appearing in the sky. The black clouds, accompanied by loud roars, surged in from the distant sky. Thunder suddenly appeared among the black clouds, and a strong wind suddenly hit, making people feel so hot in the heat.
I felt chilly in the desert.
The next scene made Jiang Hu's eyes widen in disbelief.
Among the turbulent black clouds in the sky, a long dragon actually appeared, and its black scales were particularly clear under the light of golden lightning.
A huge black dragon suddenly appeared in the sky, rolling and tumbling between the clouds, making roars that were enough to shatter the eardrums of ordinary people. Even if the young man was exceptionally strong, he was still dizzy and paralyzed.
"Gan! There's a monster! Run!"
Even so, his body was so occupied by fear that it was difficult to move his feet out, and his whole body was shaking like chaff. His feet had betrayed their master, and he could only slowly walk in the direction of the wooden house. He was so angry.
He kept beating his lame leg.
"Brother Leg! Please...this is a critical moment of life and death, please don't strike!"
His dark little face was a bit ferocious with anxiety, and his accent was slightly crying. He wanted to bite his own leg.
The billowing black clouds are constantly coming, the dark wind is roaring in the ears, coupled with the roar of the dragon, it makes people feel like they are in hell, and the roar of hell is all around their ears, which is frightening.
Suddenly, a soul-shaking cry came from the sky: "Monster! Where are you running from?"