Cannon Fodder His Dad

"Ding, ding dong, dong..." Bai You closed his eyes and played the qin, the sound of the qin lingered around the beam for three days without retreating.

The bright and bright moon hangs high in the air, and under the shadow of the moon, the black hair is silky, and the man in white clothes is better than snow, sitting cross-legged under the peach blossom tree and playing the lyre.

Wu Qun's ears were surrounded by ancient songs, his consciousness was restored, and what caught his eye was this picture-like scene.

"Hello." Wu Qun greeted the exiled person.

Seeing that the man ignored him, Wu Qun continued to play the piano. He doesn't want to continue to entangle, he wants to know where he is this time? What to do?

Looking around, it was pitch black, and the people and the moon in front of me were colored. He tried walking around, and found that he could only move as far as the moonlight could. But unfortunately, most of the moonlight was on the man and the peach tree.

Wu Qun floated forward and sat cross-legged on the peach tree. He had already discovered that he was just a ghost.

Qin Yin suddenly stopped after Wu Qun sat down. The man raised his head and said lightly, "It seems to be useful."

"Huh?" After Wu Qun responded subconsciously, he realized something was wrong. The face of the man in front of him was blurred, as if he had made a mosaic, but he couldn't take any precautions against this man, and he felt extraordinarily close.

"I don't remember, it doesn't matter, you will get better one day." The man spoke again, his low voice with a burst of joy.

Wu Qun looked at the man, who should know his identity.

"Bai You is here waiting for you to come back. Your doubts will be gradually resolved. There are some of your memories here, you should like them." Wu Qun felt that he was floating and there was something more in his mind.

Wu Qun, the chief inpatient of a hospital in S City, passed away unexpectedly at the age of 28.

With this line of words in Wu Qun's mind, he finally felt at ease, at least his own memories came back.

"Quanzhi, Qunzhi, wake up, don't leave our orphans and widows and go away." The gray-haired old lady cried out of breath.

"Aunt Wu, it's already like this, your condolences."

"Quanzhi, Mother's Qunzhi." The old lady slapped the ground and called out.

Wu Qun felt that it was too noisy in his ears, and he still hadn't understood the message Bai You gave him.

"Son, open your eyes and take a look. My brother is still young, but he can't be without a father. Mother hasn't married you a daughter-in-law yet. Why are you willing to leave like this?" The old lady shook Wu Wu reluctantly. Qun's body couldn't accept her son's death.

"Aunt Wu, Aunt Wu has gone."

"I'm sorry for my mother and my daughter. I just want them to feel better, suffer less and live a little more wanton. Can you do that?" A white halo flashed in front of Wu Qun's eyes. He asked in a tone of unease and guilt.

He didn't speak, he could hear a group of people crying in his ears, and he could see this strange thing talking.

"Shangxian, I don't ask for anything else, can I just take good care of my brother?" The light group flickered again.

"Okay." Wu Qun replied indifferently, he had such an experience once.

After hearing this reply, the light group quickly melted into Wu Qun's consciousness.

His chest was tight and painful, and his body was constantly being shaken. Wu Qun didn't feel very well. He wanted to take a deep breath, he was starved of oxygen.

"Cough cough!"

Wu Qun coughed, opened his mouth wide, and breathed in the fresh air.

"Son? Qunzhi..." The old lady hurriedly helped Wu Qun and slapped him on the back.

"Auntie, auntie, take it easy."

"Seventh Uncle, Seventh Uncle, come and see, Wu Qun is angry." A clear voice called out loudly.

"Quanzhi, Qunzhi." The old lady watched Wu Qun gasp for breath, and her heart finally fell.

Wu Qun looked at everything in front of him, he was very calm, even though he didn't understand anything.

"Water..." Wu Qun's throat was itching to death, and he was extremely dehydrated.

"Son, come and have a drink." The old lady stopped crying and quickly handed over a bowl of water.

"Yo, show me quickly, it's really alive." The wrinkled old man stepped forward and grabbed Wu Qun's wrist to check the pulse.

"How is his seventh uncle?" Everyone around was asking for the result.

Wu Qun glanced at the gap between drinking water and saw that the clothes of these people seemed to be the period when imperial power was lost. As for the detailed information, he would know when he completely digested the light group. It's not a good idea to be awake now, it's better to get the details as soon as possible.

After Wu Qun drank the water, he leaned on the old lady and fainted again before he could shout "Mother".

"Son... His seventh uncle, take a look." The old lady was anxious.

"It's alright, go home and get some sleep. It's better to make up for Wu Qunzhi's body. It's too empty." Seventh Uncle said with a certain pulse.

Wu Qun was carried home by the group, and at this moment he was trying to digest the dumpling.

After finally absorbing, Wu Qun sorted out the information.

Mother: Li Juan, 40 years old, a villager of Wujia Village.

Wu Zhaodi, the ten-year-old daughter of the original body.

Wu Qun locked the person he wanted to look after.

In Yuan Shi's memory, his wife Mei Hua couldn't stand the poverty of the family, and within three months of giving birth to his younger brother, she tried every means to rent out her own house and became the wife of the landlord Li Huaian. Later, she gave birth to a pair of twins, so she won the favor of Li Huai'an and was directly bought back to be a concubine. It had nothing to do with the Wu family, and of course the money was not given to Wu Qun, and was taken away by Plum Blossoms.

But Wu Qun found that things were not as simple as Yuan Shen understood. Perhaps because of Bai You, he seemed to have discovered the truth of the matter—he was in a book.

Wu Zhaodi is such a tragic character from the beginning to the end of the book. Her life is a coffee table full of tragedies.

This is the case. An Ziqing married Li Wanru, a childhood sweetheart. They had been married for many years and had no children. Li Wanru was unwilling to take a concubine for An Ziqing, but her mother-in-law opened her mouth. Unfilial piety is the biggest problem. It was time for An Ziqing to take a concubine to inherit the lineage, to continue the incense for the Li family, and besides, the children born to the concubine also called her a mother.

Li Wanru returned to her parents' house with a sad face, and Plum Blossom gave Li Wanru an idea. Since she was unwilling to take a concubine for An Ziqing, the concubine's wife would just send her away when she gave birth to a child. Li Wanru gritted her teeth and didn't want to let go, and wanted to try it herself, but after half a year, Li Wanru still did not move, and the An family was extremely dissatisfied. . She then resigned and said that she was already showing An Ziqing the chancellor.