Dreams change rapidly.

The child grew up and became a boy or a boy. The gossip of relatives and friends kept ringing in his ears.

"...You are more behaved and better to Ah Gou, do you know? If you listen to him and he likes you, give you more things. Do you know?"

"...I am your real dad, remember? If it weren't for me, where would you come from?"

"...Mom doesn't want to do it either. But you follow Agou, you have money. Look at the interest class you are in, what you wear and what you eat now... If you didn't give it to Agou, we wouldn't have to live a hard life with us."

"...Why is your dad so old? Is he your dear dad? He doesn't look like him."

"...What exactly are you called? Why are your family calling you Xiao Ying? You will call you Shen Rong again later?"

"...Shen Yong, are you lying to me? You don't have a truth in art! Pseudonym? Bah! Are you married and have children elsewhere?"

"...Xiao Ying is my son, why can't he follow me? Shen Ankang is dead! The funeral has been completed and he has thrown a basin for him. What else can I do?"

"...What Xiao Ying! He should be from our Guan family!"

"...We have raised him for so many years and spent so much money on him. Oh, do you want to pick peaches now?"

"...Xiao Ying, son! Say it yourself! Do you recognize our biological parents?"

...

The noisy sound went away.

The surroundings became quiet, and the chaotic images disappeared, turning into a whole pale color.

The smell of hospital disinfectant is very pungent.

The light of the incandescent lamp and the voices of the families, patients, and medical staff outside the door are all headaches.

I saw the man lying on the bed.

It was the man I had just seen. He became even more haggard, almost without human form, with thin cheeks sunken and eyes protruding. He was wearing an oxygen mask and had many tubes inserted into his body.

His eyes were open and he stared at the man beside the bed.

The man looked 20 years old and 30 years old, and he looked haggard with a lot of white hair on his head.

As if he saw that the other party had something to say, he got up and leaned closer and took off the other party's respirator.

"I'm going to die..." the man's voice croaked.

"Dad, don't worry, it's okay. The doctor said that you have successfully undergone the operation and have recovered well. You just need to take good care of it..." Xiao Ying, whom I possessed, patiently comforted me.

"Haha... don't lie to me..." Shen Ankang sneered, his expression exactly the same as when he adopted Xiao Ying, "I know I'm going to die..."

Xiao Ying didn't say anything.

"You guys think I'm dead..." Shen Ankang took a breath, his voice very soft, "I thought I was dead, and the things from the Shen family fell into your hands... on your hands, my sister... Haha..."

Xiao Ying looked at Shen Ankang with a expressionless face.

"You...you are dreaming! Dreaming!" A ruthless look suddenly flashed on Shen Ankang's face, "Don't think about it anymore! Useless! I haven't got it! You are not my seed! You are not my seed! You are not the seed of the Shen family, you will never have a chance in your life! Our Shen family has no chance! Hahaha... cough cough..."

Shen Ankang's madness and hatred are no different from Xiao Ying I saw in the video.

The madness and heartfelt hatred were not hidden in despair.

He is really full of hatred, and only hatred is left.

"Cough cough cough..." Shen Ankang coughed violently.

Xiao Ying stood beside him, motionless, not leaving, nor taking care of Shen Ankang. He didn't even think about anything, his brain was empty, and he treated all this idly.

When Shen Ankang breathed, his mood seemed to calm down.

"I'll name you Shen Rong... I shouldn't have called this name..." Shen Ankang said with difficulty, "In our family, there is no child called 'Rong', it can't be called 'Rong', only the master can call 'Rong'... Master Rong... Master Rong's ancestor, Master Rong..."

Xiao Ying seemed a little impatient, "Dad, don't think too much, have a good rest."

"Master Rong has been in our house...I'm going to meet Master Rong...He is below...I'm going to tell him that the Shen family has lost its sons and grandsons, and he can't come up and be reincarnated..." Shen Ankang said to himself.

My heart was shocked.

"...No one knows his things, the treasure he hid..." Shen Ankang looked at Xiao Ying, "They thought it was something... Haha... No, it was Mr. Rong. As long as the Shen family's bloodline is still there, Mr. Rong can be reincarnated... things accumulated over several lifetimes, hundreds or thousands of years... Haha... Haha..."

I seemed to be struck by a thunderbolt.

What Shen Ankang said was too unexpected. But when I thought about it, it seemed to be reasonable.

Reincarnation will bring the mark of the previous life. Although most people do not remember what happened in their previous life, some people will remember it.

In addition, the world is getting worse, God is acting crazy and has no rules. If a soul finds a loophole in the reincarnation program, or bribes the ghost messenger, so that he can bring his memories into the cycle of reincarnation. This starting point is not ordinary. Compared to rebirth, time travel, and opening up a new life with decades of memory and knowledge in the novel, such a reincarnation can bring the wealth accumulated in the previous life.

A treasure trove location, an unknown bank account, an old house passed down from the family...

If the price of all this is just the bloodline of Shen Xiaorong who intelligently reincarnated into the Shen family, it would be a huge profit.

He also let his family's descendants know about this...

I have believed my guess and feel that this is the only truth.

But when I see Xiao Ying, he obviously doesn't believe these things. He doesn't believe what Shen Ankang said at all. He thinks Shen Ankang is crazy and actually makes up such a story.

"Dad, you have a good rest." Xiao Ying said.

Shin Ankang stared at him and let him put a respirator on himself again. He showed a weird smile and didn't say anything.

Shen Ankang died that night. He was very painful when he died. It should be a disease such as cerebral infarction. He seemed to be paralyzed, had incontinence, and was so painful that his whole body was twitching.

Xiao Ying watched the doctor and nurse rescue him, but he still didn't feel much emotion.

Shen Ankang's wives arrived soon. Xiao Ying's biological parents, as well as his grandmother, Shen Ankang's sister, also arrived.

A group of people cried and after a few sounds, they all caught Xiao Ying.

Quarrel, fight...

The surrounding scenes became chaotic again.

The dream flew past.

It seemed that in order to avoid these troubles, Xiao Ying chose to go abroad.

Shen Ankang did not leave any inheritance, and there was no wealth or treasure that everyone imagined in his name. Those people's fight for Xiao Ying gradually became suspicion of Xiao Ying. Even if Xiao Ying went abroad, they would not let go.

Xiao Ying hid in a narrow rental house and used cheap brushes and paints to paint on the mottled canvas.

He was worried about such a distorted blood relationship, and his current financial difficulties and poverty.

Suddenly, a thrust in his head, Xiao Ying loosened his hand, and the brush dragged a red line on the canvas and landed on the ground.

I saw the scene that suddenly poured into Xiao Ying's head.
Chapter completed!