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Whether it's the white washed blue gray overalls, or the trouser legs with more than one patch, all of them are telling the poverty of the people in front of them. But even though she was poor, the woman was still upright and clean, with a gentle smile on her lips.

This picture, just like picking it out from a photo of Su Qing, makes her eyes hot, and the sweet bean curd in the bowl becomes a bit bitter.

"What's the matter?" Ling Mo immediately found that Su Qing is not right.

Su Qing's as like as two peas, she was half asleep. She was very sad. She was a little bit sober. "That woman, like a child, always looked exactly like a good orphanage director. Now seeing this woman is like seeing the president. I'm a bit out of my way for a moment. "

Then he said with a self mocking smile, "but how is that possible? Not to mention that the Dean died of illness a few years ago. Even if she is still alive, she is much older than this woman. I know she's not the dean. She's similar. "

Ling Mo hears here, hand a meal, just those strange places come again. He followed Su Qing's eyes and looked over, thinking deeply in his eyes.

The old man made tofu flowers, packed the icing sugar in a small box, and said: "it seems that there are three more children in the yard for their birthdays? It's also president Zhou. If you want to give them enough to eat, just worry about their birthdays. "

The woman looked distressed. "These children are abandoned by their parents. Every year's birthday is very sad for them. The funds in the orphanage are limited. What I can do is to buy some bowls of sweet bean curd from you. It's easy for children to be satisfied. Eating something sweet can make them happy for many days. "

The old man sighed, then turned around and took out a big box, scooped up a big scoop, and put it together with what the woman wanted.

"What are you doing, sir?" The woman's face was puzzled.

The old man waved, "don't be polite to me. I don't have anything else. I can afford a little bean curd."

The woman was immediately grateful, repeatedly thanks, and thought of something like a tunnel: "these days, there are several rich businessmen to visit the orphanage, if they can lend a helping hand, with money, then you will have to pay for the bean curd here."

The old man laughed, "well, I'll thank you for your help first."

The woman carried the bean flower to the end of the street.

Ling Mo frowns and turns his head, only to find that Su Qing is in tears.

"Ling Mo, is this a coincidence?" She seemed to be unbelievable and muttered to herself, "the dean who took care of me was also Zhou."

"Don't cry!" Ling Mo is not afraid of anything, just afraid of Su Qing's tears. He reached out his hand and gently wiped away her tears. Then he said, "whatever the reason, let's find out. Good, finish the bean curd first. "

Su Qing has something in her heart, and she can't eat.

Ling Mo doesn't force her, "let's go and have a look." He raised his chin and nodded in the direction of the woman.

"Why don't you two eat?" Seeing that they were going to leave, the boss came to collect the dishes and chopsticks. Then he found that the bean curd in the bowl didn't move much. "Isn't my bean curd delicious?"

As the only peddler selling bean curd in all the villages, the old man is very proud of his craft. Ling Mo and Su Qing left more than half a bowl of Douhua, which is undoubtedly a kind of provocation to the old man.

"No, I..." Su Qing is going to speak, Ling Mo has followed, "we want to pack and take away to eat."

On hearing this, the old man was satisfied and nodded: "that's right. My bean curd is delicious even when it's cold. "

Ling Mo nodded, and Zhuang Ruo asked the old man unintentionally: "I bought bean curd with the old man just now, but is that President Zhou of the orphanage?"

The old man kept on hand, and without thinking about it, he said, "it's her! It's not easy for a good man to support a large group of orphans by his own efforts! "

"Isn't the Dean married this week?" Ling Mo seems to be gossiping on the surface, but in fact he is prying for information.

The eldest brother talked a lot, and continued to say, "she is also a hard-working person. She was married and had a child. But five years ago, when the war broke out, the man in the family died and the child was separated."

Su Qing is secretly frightened. She doesn't know much about President Zhou. She doesn't know if she's ever married. But to be sure, she did have a child who was lost. When she was so good to the children in the orphanage, there was no doubt empathy.

It's a coincidence.

It's not surprising that there are similar people in the world, but even the experience is the same. It's a little too strange?!

She is still thinking, heard Ling Mo suddenly asked: "five years ago war?"

The old man was not happy. "You're not too young. Don't you care about current affairs at all? Five years ago, other countries took the initiative to kill people in most of our cities. We are the first battlefield here. "

Then he shook his head again and again, with a look of compassion, "we are a big country. We are beaten by an island country the size of sesame. It's a shame! What a shame! Now it's less than five years since peace. You young people have forgotten your blood feud. Alas, the misfortune of our countryWith that, he shakes his head and leaves, ignoring Ling Mo and Su Qing.

"Isn't there a problem here?" Su Qing pulls Ling Mo to murmur secretly. Although she didn't come from history, she knew very well that there had been no war five years ago.

Ling Mo pondered for a moment, and then said, "that's not necessarily true. Come on, follow me

Pulling Su Qing, Ling Mo goes to a bookstore. It's strange that bookstores are not called bookstores, but bookstores. Ling Mo turned over on the shelf, took out a book, read it for half a while, and finally said, "it's true."

Su Qing is at a loss.

Ling Mo said: "five years ago, there was no war, but moving forward, there was a war 25 years ago. All the details are in line with what my uncle said."

"Twenty five years ago?" Su Qing frowned, "so is uncle remember the wrong time?"

Ling Mo Ding looks at her, shakes his head and hands the book to her.

Su Qing took it over and found that it was not a book at all, but a palm sized almanac, and the date on it was 20 years earlier than the age of her life.

How is that possible?

Su Qing was stunned.

But Ling Mo had doubts for a long time. At this time, he said, "suppose we go back 20 years ago, then the war really happened five years ago." He ordered the strange clothes of the pedestrians on the street, "and there is a reasonable explanation for these."

Through Ling Mo's breakthrough, Su Qing immediately thought of her banknote. It turned out that it was not the old man who was backward and didn't know the goods, but that the banknote had not yet been issued, which was really "fake" to the old man.

"It's like this!" Su Qing thought of the array launched by Vera. That is to say, due to the intervention and destruction of Ling Mo, the array went wrong, making time and space reverse and sending them to 20 years ago.

"Is it just a mirage?" Think of villa's means, Su Qing can't help asking questions.

Those who are proficient in array do have a way to draw an immersive array. If they can't get rid of the array in time, the people who are deeply involved in it will slowly waste their time until they get old and die. They don't know that the world they live in is just a small illusion.

Ling Mo pondered for a moment, denied Su Qing's guess, "there are two reasons. First, with Vera's method, there is no way to draw such a huge mirage array. Second, and most importantly, fantasy can be addictive, just to expand their desires and make their dreams come true. As far as I'm concerned, I don't feel that my desire has been satisfied. "

He said, he looked at Su Qing with some meaning.

A serious conversation, inexplicably, becomes a provocation.

Su Qing glared at him with a smile. In fact, she also has a judgment in her heart. Ling Mo's words unintentionally add a little more confidence to her.

Thinking that she had gone back to twenty years ago, she suddenly had a flash of inspiration and called out, "the woman who has just been here should be the director of Zhou Yuan, who is twenty years younger?" Thinking of seeing Premier Zhou again like her mother, she was very excited.

"Are you going to see her?" For Su Qing's plan, Ling Mo guesses.

Su Qing also instantly understood Ling Mo's potential meaning, "I won't recognize her." After all, all this is too strange. Not only president Zhou would not believe it, but she would be scared. "I just want to find out something."

Like remembering something sad, Su Qing's expression was a little sad: "I've been tracing my life experience, but it's been too long, and there are too many children in the orphanage. The Dean can't remember clearly. She only knows that I was put at the door of the orphanage. As for the clothes I was wearing, the keepsake I had, and the person who sent me, no one remembers all this for a long time. "

"But it's different now." Speaking of this, Su Qing's eyes brightened up. Her eyes were like two clear springs. "It's twenty years ago. There must be someone in the orphanage who knows about me. Ling Mo, I think this is the will of heaven. God wants me to come back here. There must be his intention. "

Su Qing seldom sticks to something, but once she makes up her mind, she will always try her best.

Ling Mo knows her too well, and he appreciates and likes her tough character from the bottom of his heart. Smell speech, he dotes on to drown a smile: "in that case, that we can follow quickly."

Looking in the direction he pointed out, President Zhou made a turn at the end of the street, turned in, and disappeared in the street.