Dressed as cannon fodder, fake daughter, she worked hard

Wen Hui really just came to say thank you.

After she thanked her, she left, declined Cui Qingruo's overnight stay, and started walking slowly to Dianzhou with Mother Chen and the others.

It is a place full of flowers in all seasons.

In the mansion, Grandpa came to Jiang Sheng in the pavilion with a cattail fan.

Then he patted Jiang Sheng who was in a daze with the cattail fan.

"grandfather?"

"You're not going to sleep..."

Since coming here, every time she went to see her grandpa, grandpa always said that she wanted to rest.

Grandpa was not annoyed by her slight yin and yang, and said cheerfully, "I have rested for more than half a month, enough is enough."

Jiang Sheng changed his posture, leaning on the side of the fence with one hand, and resting his head on the back of the other hand, and replied in a serious manner: "Okay."

"Grandpa, what you said to end the fate, is this the fate?"

Even if it's fate, it's not her...

It should be Wen Hui?
Grandpa still remained mysterious: "Of course not, there are other things."

Jiang Sheng raised his eyebrows: "Still can't say?"

"Of course, you have to wait until you find out for yourself. It would be bad for me to intervene too much."

As the saying goes, the secret cannot be leaked.

Jiang Sheng turned his head.

have to.

Do not say do not say.

"Hey, but there's one more thing I can't figure out."

Grandpa asked, "What?"

Jiang Sheng whispered: "Can people in the world really be 'reborn'?"

Reading novels is reading novels...

She still maintains the skeptical attitude when she first heard Wen Hui say this.

Everyone has the chance to be reborn, so the world is in chaos soon?

Grandpa fanned the cattail fan again and again, and the cool breeze blew slightly, and his tone seemed to come from far away: "Rebirth..."

"If life could really be repeated, how many people would rush to it, even at all costs?"

He "tsk": "Don't think about it, time is irreversible, that girl probably can sense danger, the so-called 'last life' is just a dream."

In fact, it is like Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly.

Wen Hui has that kind of memory, so what is true and what is false?
People have the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, so she is naturally more willing to believe in the risks she sees, so as to avoid them.

But Jiang Sheng said: "Then what if it's not overturning and starting over, but what happened in the parallel world?"

There is no paradox here.

Grandpa hesitated: "Well..."

This is beyond the scope of his calculation.

The world is huge, and there are too many mysterious places, and he only saw a few grains of dust floating in it.

Jiang Sheng smiled: "Oh, using your brain is really a worrying thing."

"I don't want to, I don't want to."

But what is illusion and what is reality?
Can she be sure that what she sees and feels in her body must be real?

But she is satisfied with the status quo, she is willing to believe.

I believe that my grandfather is by my side, I believe that my sister will come back soon, and I believe that people who are far away in the capital will meet again soon.

All her truths are in places that can be seen when she looks back.

Jiang Sheng curled his lips, and suddenly asked: "Grandpa, you told me to read that novel, right?"

Speaking of the original novel, it was still an ad that clicked in but couldn't exit. She browsed casually and was attracted by the female supporting role with the same name as herself.

It was a long, long time before she began to suspect grandpa.

Really well-intentioned.

Grandpa smiled, without denying it: "It's just a prediction of the future, with some elements that you young people like, otherwise why would you want to watch it?"

Jiang Sheng snorted: "Now the 'Secret of Heaven' can be leaked again?"

"Half and half, after all, it's not something that is actually recorded."

Therefore, the cause and effect will not backfire on the people involved in it.

Perhaps Wen Hui's dream is also the same as this novel.

Just a prediction.

That's it.

……

(End of this chapter)