Chapter 3 (1/2)

Lu Chuan was unconscious, and then some intermittent pictures came to his mind.

From the birth of a baby to slowly growing up, it is just because of incomplete intelligence, so it has been bullied and ridiculed by others since childhood

In the end, he was slapped by the uncle just now, and a thin old man next to him drew a luminous amulet for him.

When he woke up, he was already lying on his bed in a very old decorated room.

Vaguely can hear the voice outside is still very noisy, but also very lively. Someone speaks loudly, like drinking too much.

Coupled with the festive front yard seen today, it should be that someone in this family got married and did a wedding.

”Lu Chuan...”

Lu Chuan lay on the bed, stretched out a delicate hand, looked at it carefully, and murmured, ”I am... Lu Chuan?”

It's not his hand, but it's his hand now.

This is a very contradictory sentence.

If an explanation is necessary, perhaps only the legendary word ”crossing” can explain it.

But his current situation is somewhat different from that of ”crossing” and ”rebirth”.

Although I don't know what's going on, he is really the same person as this ”idiot Lu Chuan”.

It was because ”he” was sleeping, so Lu Chuan was an idiot without any intelligence before.

Today, he was ”called” to wake up, and the original idiot was no longer an idiot.

”I'm Lu Chuan. Hehe, I'm Lu Chuan. If this is not a dream, it's really a scary story.”

He said to himself, but he looked very calm. Obviously, he had accepted the fact.

No matter when and where, sleeping is always a good thing. No matter how much pressure there is on weekdays, sleeping and having a good dream can always make people relax.

Of course, it can also make people accept many things that may be unacceptable or incredible when they are awake, such as

The situation with him.

Besides, the uncle who slapped him today seems to be his father.

Thinking of this, Lu Chuan raised his hand and gently touched his red, swollen and burning face.

”Well, my father!”

Lu Chuan's voice is a little complicated.

”I don't know what kind of world it is.”

Then he thought of the world he lived in.

From what we can see in the courtyard today and the layout of the room now, it should be that it didn't run away in ancient times.

But what made him helpless and anxious was that he didn't understand what he said here, and the other party didn't understand him.

In ancient times, they didn't speak Mandarin. How could they be on one channel.

Although he has seen some scattered memories of ”himself” in the past 16 years, can you learn English by watching an English film?

Moreover, with the IQ of idiot Lu Chuan, you can't expect him to say many words and remember many useful things.

Wait, it seems to scold yourself

From his previous memory, he could not find any useful information about the world.

Whether before or now, his understanding of the world is almost zero.

Suddenly, he heard the door of the room pushed open from the outside.

Then his father walked in carefully with a bowl of soup and sat by the bed.

Lu Chuan glanced at Lu Liang with an expressionless face and cold eyes.

People say that his daughter is the lover of his father's last life. He doesn't know this, but it seems that his father and son are enemies.

Lu Liang didn't speak either. He just kept staring at Lu Chuan with a happy smile on his face.

”Does it hurt?”

Suddenly he asked, reaching out to touch Lu Chuan's swollen face.