When he turned around, he could no longer say anything. Is the man in front of me, with his hair slicked back and looking energetic, really his son?
"Hengzi, are you in love?"
Yang Huifen's eyes suddenly turned red, and she asked with surprise and confusion.
Wu Heng looked at the haggard-looking middle-aged woman in front of him, but her eyes were red with excitement, and her face was full of joy. He didn't know what to say.
The other soul is gone. Although she is also her child and grew up in this body, the two parties did not know each other's existence in the past 20 years. She gained a son, but she also lost one.
"No, I just suddenly gained some insights into life and don't want to continue to be decadent."
Wu Heng knew that he would make mistakes if he spoke too much, so he replied according to the speaking habits in his mind.
I don't know why he suddenly felt a little scared, afraid that everything in front of him was fake, afraid of losing everything in front of him.
"Okay, okay, mom is relieved."
Yang Huifen came to the table with two pairs of bowls and chopsticks and put two portions of fried rice in.
"Eat quickly, you got off work late today, are you hungry?"
"Yeah, a little bit."
Wu Heng picked up the rice and stuffed it into a big mouthful. He looked at the plastic bag and saw "Hu Dayan Fried Rice" printed on it. He thought to himself that the egg fried rice at this restaurant was so delicious. He would have to try it again tomorrow.
While eating, he glanced at his mother, Yang Huifen, and found that her mother was staring at him with a smile, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were crinkled.
"Mom, why do you keep looking at me?"
Wu Heng felt a little strange being stared at.
"Why, I can't watch my own son yet. I'm thinking that my son is so handsome now, he will definitely be able to find a good-looking girlfriend."
Yang Huifen replied cheerfully, and just as she was about to continue talking, her phone rang again.
"Hey, Team Leader Liu, um, I'm back. Okay, can you wait until tomorrow? Oh, okay, okay."
Wu Heng looked at Yang Huifen who was answering the phone and the intermittent white hair on her head, and felt that these ginseng should be sold as soon as possible.
After Wu Heng and Yang Huifen finished eating, they watched TV together for a while and then went to their respective bedrooms to fall asleep.
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The morning sun rises slowly, and the magnificent morning glow passes through the gauze-like clouds and gently shines on the window glass, ushering in a warm morning.
Wu Heng got up lazily, stretched and twisted his body, and there was a crackling sound of bones.
He walked to the window and opened the curtains.
The white clouds outside the window were floating slowly, and the air mixed with wisps of cooking smoke rushed in from the window.
I could see people in the residential building opposite, collecting clothes, brushing their teeth and washing their faces, and walking back and forth on the balcony.
The singing of children downstairs, the sound of the old man's fitness whip, the chirping of birds in the trees, the sound of engines starting of electric cars and cars, mixed with the sounds of greetings and conversations.
His mother, Yang Huifen, left for work half an hour ago. For Wu Heng now, it doesn't matter even if he doesn't sleep for a long time, but he just wants to experience this feeling at home.
Wu Heng picked up his cell phone and checked the forum. There were already more than a hundred replies to the century-old ginseng plant, with people doubting and criticizing the purchase.
He rummaged through it carefully and found a person whose online name was "Yaogu Laoguai" and sent a private message.
Because this person's personal certification is the director of a traditional Chinese medicine hospital, the price given is also very reasonable and sincere.
The private message was replied to instantly. It seemed like someone was guarding the other side.
After exploratory communication, Wu Heng decided to bring three plants directly for trading. These were the collections he had purchased at high prices in the story world. They were of different years and appearance, and the time they had been picked and kept was also different. At first glance, they were collected by others.
I'm not happy that the older generation of the Wu family secretly collected a few good things.
Wu Heng quickly finished washing up and walked out of the house. When he locked the door, he heard the door next door open.
Looking back, I saw that it was Lili who I met at the gate of the community yesterday. The two looked at each other and smiled, saying hello without saying much.
Wu Heng quickly went to the agreed teahouse, and after some discussion, the other party expressed his willingness to pay 10 million to buy these three ginseng plants, and said that he wanted as much as he wanted of this genuine century-old wild ginseng.
Wu Heng looked at the 10 million that had arrived. The money came quickly, but it was just this time. After all, the old Wu family was not a descendant of the royal family. It was impossible to pass down too many collections that could be sold every day. Arousing suspicion.
Then I bought some clothes, electronic products and a million-dollar Price car and rushed home.
"Hengzi, where did you get this money? You didn't do anything bad, right?"
At night, Yang Huifen sat at the table, looking at the five million that Wu Heng transferred to her card, and asked excitedly and worriedly.
"Don't worry, Mom. Look at my transfer method, Miaoshouzhai. This is a famous traditional Chinese medicine hospital. I started a medicinal business online and made serious money."
Wu Heng rambled casually, saying that he was not afraid of his family knowing that he had made money, or that he would not tell his family because he was worried about his heart condition, which was a stupid idea.
He believed that his mother could afford this amount of money.
"It's true, Hengzi, you don't have to worry about your wife now. Mom has saved this money for you."
Yang Huifen believed it only after seeing the authentication on the mobile banking interface.
"No need to save, I will make a lot more in the future. Just don't go to your factory, so that I can make money with peace of mind."
Wu Heng picked up a cup of ginseng tea and handed it to Yang Huifen.
"It's okay, let mom go to the factory tomorrow and let her know. From now on, she will be like the old lady Zhang on the third floor, going for a walk in the park every day to keep fit."
Yang Huifen herself is not a hypocritical person. She originally worked hard because she had no way to take care of her children. Now that her children can make money, she naturally feels at ease.
After Wu Heng finished dealing with his mother's affairs, he returned to his room and studied the lighthouse again.
According to the manual, the fourth day of every 12 dungeon months is the "Lights Out Day". Everyone will be summoned to the lighthouse. At that time, the lighthouse and the sub-towers of the tower owners will go out, and the monsters in the mystery realm will Raging.
Only by entering the dungeon and returning to reality after completion can you avoid the disaster. If you think you are strong enough, you can also stay in the Lighthouse Square and not enter the dungeon. As long as you can resist the attacks of unknown monsters in the mysterious realm, that's fine.
However, the dungeons that month were all large and terrifying dungeons with death indicators. It was difficult to get out alive without a certain level of strength.
And now there are only three and a half months until the lights-out day. This is unfair to people like Wu Heng who entered the lighthouse late, but there is no such thing as fairness in a lighthouse.
The manual has written that many tower owners have made inferences about the good and evil of lighthouses, and finally concluded in four words: It doesn't care!
Wu Heng doesn't like to be passive, so he plans to enter the plot world in advance, experience a few more worlds, and quickly develop his strength.
Wu Heng sat down at the table, picked up a pen and paper and began to recall the plot of the "Tabad" world.