Wen Yinuo said this because when she used "Big Dream Three Life" to trace Tang Zhili's past experience, she found that her past was so long that she almost thought she had seen Tang Zhili's past life...

However, she quickly calmed down and confirmed that it was not Tang Zhili's previous life, but her past.

Unlike others, Tang Zhili's past is much longer than that of ordinary people.

Later, she carefully studied the Daoist writings on "The Three Lifes of Great Dreams" and finally confirmed that the so-called "The Three Lifes of Great Dreams" only refers to a person's past, present and future.

This is also in line with the theoretical basis of Taoism's "living in the present".

If you want to be serious, Taoism is not like a religion, it is more like an ideological system, which emphasizes an extraordinary attitude towards life. If you have wine today and drink today, you will be drunk today, and if you have flowers to be broken, you must be broken.

The concept of pursuing eternal life in this atmosphere of success.

Therefore, it values ​​practice in this life the most.

As for the previous life and the next life, Taoism has always been a very free and easy state.

After Wen Yinuo explained it clearly to He Zhichu, he asked him again: "Do you want to turn off the light?"

He Zhichu sat on the single sofa with his legs, his hands casually on the sofa armrest. Although he was sitting and Wen Yinuo stood, he had a look of dignity, as if the world was under his control.

Wen Yinuo couldn't help but stand up straight.

He Zhichu curled his lips and said lightly: "...it's gone."

In the darkness, people's senses will become sharper and they should better cooperate with Wen Yinuo.

Wen Yinuo nodded.

She turned off the lights in the house, but from the lights on the lawn, the shadows reflected everything in the house, like a painting painted in pastels, which was clearly seen from a distance, and close up, were all full of deep and shallow spots.

Wen Yinuo was still wearing the evening dress with a white puffy skirt. The diamond crown on his head reflected the light outside the house in the darkness, emitting a white light.

She stood gracefully in the middle of the house, like a flash of cereus that was about to bloom in the dark night.

He Zhichu's pupils shrank almost unpredictably, and he instantly thought of the days he was with his sister.

He held her and went to see the night cereal blooming in the middle of the night. She always fell asleep in his arms when she couldn't stand the blossoms...

Such a beautiful and peaceful day, as his relatives left one by one, they could never be found again.

He Zhichu saw Wen Yinuo standing straight in the middle of the house, first closing his eyes, putting his hands on his chest and making a few gestures quickly, with smooth and natural movements, with a bit of dancing rhythm.

Then he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him quietly.

The light in the room was very dark. He Zhichu also remembered that Wen Yinuo's eyes were darker than ordinary people, but in the dim room, he actually saw her eyes astonishingly bright, like obsidian reflecting the gorgeous sunlight, shining brightly.

She stretched out her right hand gracefully, made a move to hold the torch, and then her thumb, index finger and middle finger were joined together, and a light snap of her fingers.

Fantastic translucent white butterflies flew out from her fingertips and flew over to Hezhichu.

Wen Yinuo's voice was as pure as a clear spring flowing down the snow-capped mountains without pollution: "...Close your eyes, follow the butterflies, and go and see the depths of your memory..."

He Zhichu closed his eyes, relaxed his body, and gradually fell into a state of half-dream and half-awake.

Wen Yinuo also closed his eyes, and his thoughts seemed to be attached to the dancing translucent butterflies, flying towards the distant unknown.

Her perspective was like the drone that had been following them in the game, silently following He Zhichu.

She saw a white building, which was grand and brilliant, but the style was very strange. It was not the ancient buildings she had seen or the European palace style, but had a postmodern feature beyond the times.

There are tall walls around the house, and there are some instruments or decorations on the walls that she has never seen before.

A bird glided from the opposite side, trying to fly to the tall sycamore tree inside the wall, but before it could fly over, a laser light quietly radiated from a device on the wall, turning the bird into ashes.

Wen Yinuo: “…”

Her heart was a little confused.

He Zhichu's past completely exceeded her cognition, and even surprised her even more than Tang Zhili.

Although Tang Zhili's past is long, it is the same cultural origin. She is familiar and relieved.

But she was not familiar with all of He Zhichu.

However, she still suppressed her anxiety and guided her butterfly to continue flying forward without hesitation.

At this time, a silver supercar stopped at the entrance of the big iron gate on the wall, just like Batman's car, but not that fancy.

The car door opened and a fifteen-year-old man walked out from inside. He was tall and elegant, but his face was a little cold.

It was He Zhichu in his teenage years.

He walked all the way to the gate, and there were soldiers carrying live ammunition in front of the gate bowing to him and calling him: "...Han He."

He Zhichu didn't even look at those people and walked in quickly.

Not long after, he quickly ran up the steps and pushed open the door wrapped in thick cowhide in the porch of the postmodern building.

The door creaked open, and the people in the room suddenly turned around and said together: "Mr. He is back! Mr. He is back!"

The young man He Zhichu's voice is clearer and more mellow than now, not as low and magnetic, but also very nice, like Yu Linlang.

He frowned, "What are you doing?"

"Mr. He, Professor Gu sent his daughter, but... but she hid and we were looking for her."

He Zhichu walked into the living room from the entrance.

A middle-aged woman with an ordinary appearance but a temperamental temperament, Tsinghua University, came down from the spiral stairs with her suitcase and said coldly: "He Chengjian! We have nothing to say! Divorce! I just need to divorce!"

Another handsome and calm middle-aged man chased him down from the upper floor and shouted: "Su Su! Su Su! Listen to me! It's not like this! Listen to my explanation!"

But the woman named "Su Su" ignored him at all, but instead accelerated her pace and walked down the stairs in two steps in three steps.

When I looked up, I saw He Zhichu who was at the door of the living room.

A hint of unbearableness and tenderness flashed in the middle-aged woman's eyes.

Wen Yinuo saw it clearly. This was the look of a mother. She was very sure that this woman must be He Zhichu's biological mother.

Sure enough, this woman named "Su Su" said: "...A Chu, mom wants to divorce your dad, you..."

Just then, a staff member suddenly shouted: "Finished! Miss Gu has found it!"

His hand shook and he lifted the tablecloth of a square table.

Just under the table, a little girl in a small skirt was too thin to be human, with her eyes growing bigger on her small face as big as a palm.

She held a black-haired doll and looked timidly at the person outside the table from under the table.

"...Don't catch me...Don't get injections...Don't throw me...Don't get me...Don't get me...Don't! No! No!...I'll be good! I'm not naughty!" She shook her head frantically, her hair was very short and stuck to her scalp, as if she had just grown some stubble.

If she didn't speak or was wearing a small skirt, Wen Yinuo might have recognized her as a little boy.

With a loud bang, the middle-aged woman named Susu threw away the suitcase in her hand. She let out a low cry from her throat, as if she could not bear the grief, and as if the mother beast's natural protection and love for the cub.

She rushed over and knelt at the square table, suppressed her tears, and stretched out her hands to the little girl who was trembling with fear: "...Nianzhi...My cute Xiao Nianzhi...Come...Come to aunt..."

The little girl was still trembling, but she seemed to dare not refuse. She wanted to resist, but couldn't help but crawl out. The conflicting and panic look appeared on her cute little face, which made people heartbroken.

The little girl's scared reaction made people feel pity, and she just wanted to hold her in her arms and comfort her fear and anxiety.

The thin girl slowly crawled out from under the square table. The little doll accidentally fell to the ground. She quickly picked it up, held it in her arms and patted it, coaxing the little doll with tears: "...Don't cry, don't cry...Don't cry..."

When she finally crawled out from under the table, the middle-aged woman hugged her in her arms, kept kissing her forehead and cheeks, and said with a sob: "Don't be afraid... Don't be afraid... No one dares to give you an injection anymore, no one dares to hit you anymore, and you torture you... As long as I, Qin Suwen, are still alive, whoever wants to hurt her, step over my body!"

Her last sentence was almost shrill, but the little girl seemed to understand it. Not only did she understand it, but she also received great comfort.

She even let go of her doll, hugged the middle-aged woman's neck, gently patted the woman's back like the doll I just patted her, and whispered: "Don't cry, don't cry...Aunt doesn't cry...I'll be very obedient...Don't don't...Don't get an injection...No one wants..."

"Well, we won't get an injection. Whoever gives you an injection will shoot her!" The middle-aged woman picked her up.

And the young man He Zhichu was stiff at this time.

He looked at the thin girl in the middle-aged woman's arms and said with difficulty: "...This is Nianzhi? Why did she become like this? She is six years old this year? But it looks..."

She looks like a three or four-year-old child with severe malnutrition.

"What do you think?" The middle-aged woman pursed her lips and said to the young man He Zhichu very seriously: "She saved your life with her own life, and you will also use your own life to protect her in the future."

The young man He Zhichu focused his attention, "I can do it. As long as I am alive, no one can hurt her!"

When Wen Yinuo saw this, a shocking wave suddenly broke out in his mind!

What a fuck!

She heard it right?!

This little girl is also called Nianzhi?!

The staff said it was Professor Gu’s daughter, so she was also called “Gu Nianzhi”?!

Isn't this the same name as the current Chief Legal Counsel of the House of Lords?

Or just homophones?

Wen Yinuo was suspicious, but he continued to watch patiently.

The days ahead will be warm and beautiful.

The middle-aged woman named "Qin Suwen" turned out to be a very powerful lawyer, but since Xiao Nianzhi, who was six years old, came to her house, she quit her job and specialized in taking care of her children at home.

The boy should have lived on campus at the beginning, but every weekend he could see the timid, shy, overly frightened little girl, cheerful, happy and confident day by day, and she also showed amazing talent and amazing appetite.
To be continued...