Fast travel: The host is too crazy to shoot, the system can't stop it

Chapter 109 The Present World ([-]) Past History

Yan Nanxu saw the snow field again.

I used to be slowly icy and suffocated on this snow field, with endless hatred in my heart, but I could only be covered by death...

And now, he's back.

The wandering soul landed here from a high altitude, and the system desperately gathered its spiritual power, regardless of all consequences, forcibly gathered the soul to achieve materialization, and finally at the last moment the emptiness turned into reality.

Yan Nanxu stood in the wild snow, and subconsciously stretched out her hand to catch the falling snowflakes.

"Host, after the soul body is realized, there is no temperature, and you can't feel hot or cold either."

Yan Nanxu looked at the unmelted snowflakes in his palm, and said softly, "That's good, it won't be cold anymore."

Then he brushed away the snowflakes and asked, "What time is it now? How long has it been since I walked?"

The system checked the time, "Probably, it was the fourth hour after your death."

It's only been four hours, so here...

Yan Nanxu looked around, and slowly followed her memory to a place where the snow was uneven, as if it was covering something.

Yan Nanxu was silent for a while, then suddenly squatted down and dug up the snow, revealing the truth covered in snow──
Yan Nanxu saw himself, his dead body, which had long been cold and lifeless.

Although the system was mentally prepared, it was still taken aback when it saw this scene, hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively, "Host, who killed you?"

The system didn't have any information about Yan Nanxu before, only seven days, and it was a little afraid that Yan Nanxu's enemy would be someone who would be difficult to deal with.

who?Yan Nanxu was stunned for a moment when he heard these words, and his eyes gradually darkened - he was a sinner who deserved to be cut to pieces!
What happened in the past should be an unforgettable enmity──
New Year's Day has passed, exam week has begun one after another, and winter vacation is about to begin.

"How are the classes for next semester scheduled? There are so many classes scheduled for [-] a.m. for me, but not all people show up, and even those who do come may not be able to attend." Yan Nanxu complained casually while looking at the class schedule for next semester.

"Your class is considered to have more people coming, and other teachers can have half the number of people in the eighth class earlier."

Qi Ziheng shook his phone and continued: "I don't have many classes in the eighth day of the morning, but I have arranged a bunch of experimental classes for weekends. Tell me, the school's experiments are not for students. Basically, 80.00% of them will be I will finish it, and I have to worry that they won't break the instrument for me, or I will have to work overtime to repair it."

Qi Ziheng is a teacher who teaches civil engineering and is considered a colleague of Yan Nanxu. The two of them are in the same office.

It stands to reason that they are from the School of History and the School of Civil Engineering, so they should not be assigned to the same office, but they have one thing in common: they all directly teach in the school after receiving their doctorates at a young age.

Young geniuses naturally attracted the attention of the school. The principal felt that young people should stay with young people, so he specially assigned the two to an office, which was nicknamed: exchange and learn from each other.

But what can a liberal arts and an engineering exchange?
The final result is probably that Qi Ziheng helps to correct historical papers from time to time, and Yan Nanxu helps to revise construction drawings from time to time...

It can be regarded as an exchange study, anyway, it is not a big problem to let Yan Nanxu teach the civil engineering class now.

Qi Ziheng stretched his waist, "Forget it, it's next semester's business, it's a holiday."

Glancing at Yan Nanxu's desktop, Qi Ziheng said with emotion: "The students in your class really like to give you things."

After all, Yan Nanxu taught a liberal arts class, and there were more girls. They like to send some greeting cards or small handmade products during the holidays. Yan Nanxu is not easy to refuse, and they will basically accept them.

"Well, it's a New Year's gift."

"No one sees me off..." Qi Ziheng said casually, "Chinese New Year, I really have a headache right now."

"what happened?"

"I'm going back to my hometown. You don't know. When I go back, it's like going through a tribulation. The eternal topic is when to get married. When I go back this year, my mother will definitely put my head on my head and go on a blind date. I don't know if she..." At this point Qi Ziheng stopped suddenly, ended the topic immediately, and looked carefully at Yan Nanxu.

On the contrary, Yan Nanxu was very calm, and said indifferently: "There is no need to hide anything because of me, you can continue talking."

However, Qi Ziheng chose to change the topic and talk about other things.

Yan Nanxu's mother died of illness when he was young, and his father has been missing, so Qi Ziheng rarely mentioned his parents in front of him.

In fact, Yan Nanxu didn't feel too much. She has been alone for almost 20 years, so she should be used to it.

In the winter, the flowers and plants of the school are withered, and a lot of students have left, so it feels a little depressed at first glance.

It's winter vacation, teachers and students should go home.

On the way, Yan Nanxu met a few students who came home to say goodbye to him. Yan Nanxu was only a teacher, but he was always very popular with the students.

We arrived home before noon. The home was as quiet as ever, with only traces of one person's life.

For Yan Nanxu, Chinese New Year is similar to ordinary life. He doesn't have to eat reunion dinner, watch the New Year, prepare New Year's goods, or even go to New Year's greetings.

So the days off are somewhat boring.After all, there are lively students and colleagues in the school, but I will always be alone at home.

This may be one of the reasons why Yan Nanxu chose to be a teacher.

But sometimes there is no way, students and colleagues have their own families.

When Yan Nanxu was about to start cooking, the doorbell rang and someone delivered a courier.

The courier brought a very big package. I didn’t know what was in it. It was very heavy.

Yan Nanxu carefully looked at the sender, which showed that it was anonymous. When he saw the sending address, he couldn't help but frown──
The sending address is the place where he and his mother used to live, but it was demolished more than ten years ago, and even know that there are not many people there, how could it be...

Yan Nanxu didn't know what he was thinking of, and his expression was unclear. In the end, he didn't sign for the package and directly refused to accept it and asked for it to be returned.

In the afternoon, Yan Nanxu went to the cemetery in the western suburbs, and brought her mother's favorite baby's breath to worship.

At the end of the year, the cemetery is very empty. Most people are busy preparing for the Spring Festival with their families, and few people come to the cemetery at this time.

But Yan Nanxu is different. He only has one family member, a family member who has passed away.

However, when Yan Nanxu arrived in front of the current tomb today, he found that someone had already sent Mantianxing.

There is a red rose in a large bunch of white stars, and the red and white reflect each other, sweeping away the sense of desolation in the cemetery out of thin air.

The flowers are delicate and vibrant, as if they had just been plucked from the branches.

Yan Nanxu frowned slightly. He walked quickly to the grave, trying to reach out and throw away the red roses, but when he was about to touch the flowers, he caught a glimpse of his mother's photo from the corner of his eye, and stopped quickly.

The woman in the photo is gentle and quiet, with the charm that only belongs to Jiangnan women.

Yan Nanxu looked at her mother's photo and suddenly murmured, "Mom, will you accept it?"

The cemetery is cold, only the sound of the wind remains.

In the end, Yan Nanxu withdrew his hand, because he knew that his mother would accept it, and she would definitely, whether it was during life or after death...

Yan Nanxu vaguely guessed who might be coming back, so when a middle-aged man stood in front of him one morning and said his name was "Yan Bai", he was not too surprised.

Yan Bai is Yan Nanxu's father, his biological father.

Yan Bai standing in front of his son looked very restrained, he didn't even dare to look at Yan Nanxu, but while he didn't dare to look at each other, he eagerly observed his child carefully, as if he wanted to remember the child's appearance deeply , dare not stop for a moment.

Yan Bai's fingers trembled a little, he suddenly raised his hand to approach and grab his son, but quickly restrained the urge, and after careful consideration, he softly called out: "Xiao Xu."

It was a name only a mother would call.

Yan Bai wanted to continue to say something, but was interrupted immediately, he heard Yan Nanxu say in a distant voice: "What are you doing back?"

Yan Bai subconsciously raised his eyes and looked over, and happened to meet Yan Nanxu's eyes. There was no resentment in those eyes but no other emotions, as if he was looking at a stranger.

Yan Bai is indeed Yan Nanxu's biological father, but since Yan Nanxu can remember, he has never seen this father, except for his mother, everyone who knew Yan Bai once said that he abandoned his wife and son, and was willing to degenerate.

The mother has always believed that her husband has difficulties. She has been waiting for Yan Bai to come back, and she kept telling Yan Nanxu at that time: Dad is a very powerful and brave person. He likes Xiaoxu very much. Xiaoxu You must like him too.

And in the end, even when his mother died of illness, Yan Nanxu had never seen this so-called father. For more than 20 years, he had never seen——
Should this be "father"?Yan Nanxu doesn't think so.

(End of this chapter)