"Nothing is right, the world is diverging, and the kinship of life has never been seen in ancient and modern times..."

After dinner, Han Qilian took the little guy to blow a breeze in the yard.

Han Xiuchen was sitting on the sofa watching TV. Beside him, Chen Hongzhuang was watching a thick book.

Even when she occasionally sees some sentences, she will whisper.

At the beginning, Han Xiuchen was still a little uninterested.

But when he heard Chen Hongzhuang read this sentence, he suddenly became interested in his heart, and his light glanced at the book that Chen Hongzhuang was holding.

When Han Xiuchen saw the text on the book, he was a little stunned.

Because the text above is not any text you know.

Those words are not the text of the Great Dao, nor are they from other worlds of practice, nor are they even traditional or simplified characters from their world.

But to some extent, it is somewhat similar to the simplified Chinese characters in their world, but there are also some differences.

After a moment of silence, Han Xiuchen asked Chen Hongzhuang curiously: "Where did you get this book?"

When Chen Hongzhuang heard Han Xiuchen's inquiry, her eyes shifted from the book to him.

After her eyes fluctuated for a moment, she said in a very calm voice: "What do you think of the words I created, the stories I wrote?"

"I believe it a little, but I don't."

Han Xiuchen pondered for a moment, nodded and shook his head.

With Chen Hongzhuang's current strength, it is normal to be able to create a kind of text.

Besides, there are countless kinds of words in the great world of cultivation, and even if she learns from it, she can create them.

So he believed what Chen Hongzhuang said a little.

Similarly, he didn't believe Chen Hongzhuang's words.

Because she understands Chen Hongzhuang's personality, her mentality will never remain the most miserable pessimism.

And from the sentences she just read, I felt the ultimate depression and misery throughout the article.

So he didn't really believe that Chen Hongzhuang would write such a story.

Moreover, my wife does not have the talent to write stories...

"you?"

Chen Hongzhuang did not explain to Han Xiuchen, but placed the book on Han Xiuchen's thigh. At the same time, she said to Han Xiuchen: "These words are not much different from simplified Chinese characters, and you are strong, so you should understand them."

Han Xiuchen didn't say anything, but picked up the book and read it from the beginning.

He reads it very quickly. Although the book is very thick, he can finish it in a few minutes at most.

But what's strange is that he only read for more than half an hour and only read more than a dozen pages.

And after seeing more than ten pages, Han Xiuchen could no longer turn it over.

He slowly closed the books, and his breath was faintly out of control and said, "This is just a story, and fortunately it is just a story."

When he said this, there was a hint of bitterness on the corner of Han Xiuchen's mouth.

Because what he said was obviously a self-deception.

Because what is described in books is not a fictional story that can be fictionalized.

Even if this story is adapted from things in real life, it is impossible to make people feel real.

So Han Xiuchen dared to believe that everything described in this book is true.

I just don’t know why I haven’t heard of the people in the book.

After all, logic is that even if the people in the book are too poor, they should not know such a person if they have such a rich and pitiful story.

It is impossible to say that the person described in the book is Jiang Wuming.

Although carefully compared, Jiang Wuming has many similarities with the people described in the book.

But after careful consideration, you can see that the person in the book is not Jiang Wuming.

Moreover, Jiang Wuming seems to be more lucky than the people described in the book.

After all, I have the courage to perceive and feel Jiang Wuming's life journey extremely calmly.

But I don’t have the courage to empathize with the lives of the people described in this book.

Even now, I can’t read his rough life by just reading this book.

After seeing these dozen pages, I never dared to turn the pages again.

I am afraid that the emotions in the book will affect me.

You know, your mood has always been extremely strong.

And I still have at least seventy or eighty pages of this book...

Chen Hongzhuang leaned against the sofa and said to Han Xiuchen with her hands crossed her chest: "I think you can turn to the last page directly and look at the last page."

Han Xiuchen heard Chen Hongzhuang's reminder and was struggling for three or four minutes before opening the last page of the book.

Looking at the sentence written at the end of that page.

"Why am I willing to fulfill you, but you can't tolerate me having a moment of self? Well, I'm tired too, it's time for me to leave. Perhaps for me, this choice is the most correct, after all, I'm just a shell..."

Seeing the last paragraph, Han Xiuchen's emotions fluctuated.

Even if the words in this book are not infected by any emotional emotions, he can feel the loss and despair that comes to him, and the free and easy way to completely let him go.

With a bang, Han Xiuchen stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples, turned his head to Chen Hongzhuang and asked, "Wife, who are you? Who are you in the book?"

When he didn't see the last sentence, although he could guess that everything described in this book was true, he would pretend to be just a story.

After all, this has nothing to do with me.

But seeing this last paragraph and the sentence Shen Hongzhuang asked him to read it, he felt that he could not ask.

Because he felt that perhaps it was time for Chen Hongzhuang's identity to be revealed.

And it’s time for me to learn about the secret of Chen Hongzhuang.

Otherwise, there may be a big problem that you can't even cover up in the future.

Chen Hongzhuang heard Han Xiuchen's inquiry, sat cross-legged on the sofa, bit her lips slightly and said, "I also realized a little and remembered a little, so do you really plan to know now?"

"I don't know, it's okay." Han Xiuchen couldn't help laughing helplessly, stretched out his finger and pointed to the book that was placed aside.

My wife now likes to ask questions for herself, so her mind is sometimes tense.

So now I have to relax my tense heart occasionally.

Otherwise, I would keep it tight, no matter how strong my strength is, I would not be able to bear it.

"I am the sister of the person in the book, do you believe it?"

Chen Hongzhuang looked at Han Xiuchen with a helpless look on his face, and asked Han Xiuchen with a slightly tilted head.
Chapter completed!