"Third Master Cui! Don't hide inside and don't make a sound! I know you are at home!"

"Hurry up and decide the date of our marriage! Take my family's betrothal gift and don't pretend to be dead now!"

A burst of noisy curses came from outside the door.

Cui Xiaoyu's head was dizzy, and she felt a sense of retching in her throat.

She struggled to get up from the bed.

The smell of coal filled Cui Xiaoyu's nose, which made her shiver. She suddenly opened her eyes, but there was nothing in front of her.

The shabby and narrow yellow mud house was pasted with newspapers all over the wall, and even the glass windows were tightly covered.

It was filled with the smell of coal and damp musty.

In the middle of the room, there were clean old tables and two stools. One of the stools was missing a leg, and the stove beside it was still driving coal residue.

This was not her home!

Her dizzy brain suddenly cleared up, and the shouting outside the window was still going on, but Cui Xiaoyu was looking at everything in the room with her eyes fixed.

Before she fainted, she clearly remembered that her parents, who were dragging her to divorce, came from the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Then, a big out-of-control truck sped over. Then, her mind went blank. Could it be that... she had time-travel?

As a diligent and diligent editor of the internet, he was a real Miao Hong.

Cui Xiaoyu's first reaction in the face of this situation was the vulgar beginning of the female novels she had signed.

"Are you kidding me..." She opened her mouth wide and lowered her head to look at her hands stupidly.

The thin calluses of his fingers, which were accompanied by the computer every day, disappeared completely. His ten black fingers were full of wounds that had been working all year round.

She clenched her fists slightly, and the slight pain pressed straight into her brain.

A painful moan came from the side. Cui Xiaoyu turned her head and found that there was a man and a woman in the room.

"What kind of place is this? Little Yu, Cui Shiliang?"

"Honey..."

Hearing the familiar voice, Cui Xiaoyu was happy. "Dad, Mom, you also time-traveled here?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she covered her mouth.

"Why is my voice so tender?"

Also, who were these two strange and familiar people? They looked like they were only 30 years old.

Hearing her call, the two people on the bed looked over at the same time. The three of them stared at each other and asked in unison.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

Their young appearances overlapped with the wedding photos hung in the house all year round. Cui Xiaoyu swallowed her saliva and asked in a trembling voice, "Dad?"

The man coughed, frowned, and said seriously, "Little girl, you have mistaken me for someone else. My daughter is already in her 20s."

Cui Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at the air silently, confirming that this was her rigid and serious father.

"Dad, I'm Cui Xiaoyu. Look at my face. I don't look like I was in my teens."

Cui Shiliang's pupils suddenly contracted, and he opened his mouth wide. He was so shocked that he could not speak.

The little girl on the opposite side looked only 14 or 15 years old. Her little face was as thin as a palm, and her hair was as yellow as a handful of grass, dry and yellow.

But it could still be vaguely seen that her facial features were somewhat similar to her daughter's when she was fat.

"Little Yu?"

Cui Shiliang said in surprise. After getting Cui Xiaoyu's affirmative answer.

The two of them looked at the woman next to them in unison.

The woman was struggling with her messy and yellow hair, and at the same time, she wiped away the dirt on her body with disgust.

"Cui Shiliang, let me tell you, even if I have time-travel and become a poor man, I will divorce you, a Chinese medicine practitioner who can't make a fool of himself!"

She had a serious obsession with cleanliness. After time-travel, she was still thinking about the divorce...

Cui Xiaoyu nodded silently. It was indeed her fashionable mother who ran the beauty salon.

Cui Shiliang got up from the bed silently and went out to take a quick towel and put it in the woman's hand without saying a word.

"Well, now you know how to please me. I don't even have a door to tell you!"

Wang Qingzhu rolled her eyes at him.

She took the towel from the man's hand in a bad mood and carefully wiped the dust on her face against the window. She was so busy that she could not help sneering at him.

"Since I married you, I've almost become a crazy woman. I asked you to help me in the store, but you insisted on guarding the traditional Chinese medicine shop passed down from your ancestors."

"Can you make a fortune by guarding this thing? Or does the country expect you to promote ancient culture?"

Cui Shiliang: ...

"Enough, Mom! Don't quarrel anymore at this time!"

Cui Xiaoyu's head was in a mess. She felt that her little head was going to explode and it was difficult for her to breathe. She stepped forward and pushed the window open.

"If I'm not mistaken, our family has caught up with the trend... We've traveled through time together..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the three of them felt dizzy at the same time, and a stream of information suddenly poured into their minds.

After a moment of swelling and pain, the three of them looked at each other, and their expressions were somewhat subtle.

Cui Xiaoyu really didn't expect that this kind of thing, which was only written by the contracted author, would really happen to her.

Her family of three had not only time-traveled, but they were also wearing the most common script for face slapping.

It wouldn't be a big deal if he didn't.

The most annoying thing was that their parents and names were no different from this family, but their personalities were completely opposite.

His father, Cui Shiliang, was a well-known jerk in the rich village. At the age of 35, he had nothing to do all day long, and he rented the land that was allocated to him in the village.

He followed a group of second-rate friends all day long to do something like stealing chickens and touching dogs.

Today, he stole the chicken from the Li family. Tomorrow, he touched the egg of the Wang family and gave some money to them.

Everyone in the village frowned when they saw him.

She scolded him behind his back that he was a beast. He had such a virtuous wife in his family. He would not let her live a good life and would definitely ruin her.

That's right. Her mother, Wang Lingling, was the most beautiful one among all the well-known young men in the countryside.

Her family was well-off. She didn't expect that she would drink too much at the farewell party when she returned to the city. For no reason, she slept with her second-rate father and was pregnant with her as soon as she turned around.

The grandfather and grandmother were from a big family. They couldn't afford to lose face and cut off their relationship with their mother.

From educated Zhiqing to a second-rate wife, her identity changed after drinking, and her mother only spent three months.

After all, she only wanted to live a good life.

Like a widow, he had worked so hard to pull her up. Who knew that Cui Shiliang would target his child without money or money?

The one who shouted outside the door was Cripple Wang from the neighboring village. Today was the time to come to the door and decide the wedding date with his father.

The corner of Cui Xiaoyu's mouth twitched. She couldn't imagine why her father traveled to a person who was so different from him.

Looking up at his parents, whose faces were getting more and more ugly, he couldn't help fixing his eyes on the stove.

The things that happened more than ten years ago were particularly clear, but the matter of burning charcoal and committing suicide were blank.

Just as she was thinking about what was going on, Wang Qingzhu had already slapped Cui Shiliang's back.

"Bastard! Look at what you're doing!"

Cui Shiliang's face was full of confusion. He rubbed the red marks on his arm silently. After holding it in for a long time, he finally managed to come up with an explanation.

"Dear, I didn't do it. It was the original 'Cui Shiliang'."

"I don't care if it's you or not! You were just a muffled gourd before."

"It's all right now. It's different now. He's a second-rate man who wants to sell his daughter for colorful gifts. He's also been scolded by the villagers!"

The more Wang Qingling said, the angrier she became. "What kind of life is this?"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became!