Dressed as a villain’s own mother, I became a popular child variety show by relying on sand sculptur

This is an unusual afternoon.

Huo Yanheng sat on the wicker chair on the balcony and called Ye Fei.

After living for more than thirty years, the only person he spent the longest time with was actually his mortal enemy. This made Huo Yanheng feel a little ironic.

There was an open can of beer on the table. Huo Yanheng rubbed the cold can with his fingertips and listened silently to the voice coming from the receiver.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

The setting sun in the sky was like blood, and yellow sand was rolling up all over the sky. Huo Yanheng was still sitting on the wicker chair, letting the corners of his clothes be blown violently by the wind.

He watched the time passing by, and saw the already blurry outline of the sun slowly setting and disappearing in the sky. The yellow storm seemed to gradually disappear, and blackness spread toward him like water from all around.

The strong wind blew, and the empty cans rolled down the table. The wind was like a naughty child kicking the empty beer cans with a clang, and quickly turned to the other side of the wall.

The last and only phone call.

Huo Yanheng called Ye Fei.

Ye Fei didn't answer, and Huo Yanheng was not surprised.

A few minutes later, he made a second pass.

This time, the call went through.

It was Ji Fu who picked it up.

"Why are you calling again?" The female voice was obviously surprised, nervous, and even gritted her teeth.

She clearly warned him not to disturb her life again.

"..."

Ji Fu waited patiently for a while, but didn't hear a word from the other side of the phone.

The person on the other end of the phone is Huo Yanheng, right?

Ji Fu frowned and glanced at the call interface on her phone.

Suddenly, the phone was hung up, and all Ji Fu was left with was a hurried busy signal.

Ji Fu was stunned and curious at the same time... Could it be that she made a wrong call?

"Whose phone number?" Ye Fei, wiping his wet hair with a towel, walked out of the bathroom and asked casually.

When she saw Ji Fu holding her mobile phone, there was nothing unusual on her face.

Ji Fu handed him the phone and said hesitantly: "It seems to be... Huo Yanheng. But he hung up without saying a word."

"Huo Yanheng?" Ye Fei's expression changed instantly. It had only been a few days since he was teased by Huo Yanheng and the child, and it happened again!

Although everything the child said was strangely accurate, when Ye Fei came to his senses, he still firmly believed that Huo Yanheng must have used some means to trace his past.

Time travel, rebirth, and parallel worlds are things that can only be found in novels.

Huo Yanheng really regarded him as a fool, thinking that he would believe such a child's trick.

Ye Fei sneered, took the phone, and dialed back.

But the phone couldn't get through.

Ye Fei's face turned cold. He felt a little irritated for some reason. He threw his phone on the bed and said, "Don't answer Huo Yanheng's calls from now on."

Jifu said "Oh", but felt a little nervous and worried, and looked out the window.

The doors and windows have already been tightly closed. There weren't many pedestrians outside...and even if there were, they couldn't be seen clearly at this moment.

The scene outside looked like the scene before the end of the world in a movie, but like everyone else, Ji Fu was not really worried.

What’s in the movie is just fake after all. Everyone knew they were perfectly safe.

And tomorrow is another brand new day.

**

The bedroom door opened, and Leng Qingqing and Hengheng appeared at the door.

Leng Qingqing still didn't tell Hengheng the truth. She just told him that it was time for them to leave.

Hengheng was very reluctant to leave him and wanted to say goodbye to him.

Hengheng said that he is a friend.

There are only a few friends, friends who can be counted on one hand, friends who are extremely important, friends who may never be seen again in the future.

Therefore, it is necessary to say goodbye properly.

Standing at the door indifferently, he did not follow Hengheng's footsteps and walked in, but just stared at the two of them.

When Huo Yanheng noticed his gaze and turned around, he saw the little child standing in the bedroom, raising his little arms and waving to him.

Hengheng frowned and looked at him with dark eyes, seemingly worried.

The clear meaning of the waving was to tell him to go back quickly. It was very dangerous outside.

"Huh?" There was warmth in the man's voice, and his tall body stood in front of Hengheng, like an airtight wall.

Huo Yanheng looked at the child in front of him from top to bottom, and his dark eyes were all right... Even though they had been together for many days, when he looked at his four-year-old self, an idea would still appear in his mind uncontrollably.

——It turns out that my four-year-old self could be like this.

The little boy in front of him hesitated for a moment, stood on tiptoes, reached for his big hand with two small hands, and held it tightly.

"I'm leaving." said the little boy.

Huo Yanheng: "Oh." After a second's pause, he said, "I'm leaving too."

The little boy tilted his head and did not understand what he meant. He only said slowly: "I will miss you. Can I see you again in the future?"

Huo Yanheng didn't answer, staring down at the top of his hair. After a few seconds he said, "Yes."

Because you are me and I am you.

Huo Yanheng saw the ending in the book, and he didn't need the predetermined ending, and he didn't want to betray the villain in public.

He didn't have a choice before, but now, someone told him everything and gave him a chance to choose.

By making this decision, he may not necessarily lose.

Because Hengheng is him, and he is Hengheng.

The man slowly knelt down, stretched out his arms, and hugged Hengheng.

The dark figure as tall as a mountain shrouded the figure, and gradually overlapped with the figure of the child, until the two shadows merged together, indistinguishable from each other.

Wind, the sound of wind could be heard in the distance. At this second, Hengheng suddenly wanted to grab something very eagerly. He stretched out his hand, trying to wrap his arms around his uncle's neck like before, but the hug came to nothing.

There was no one in front of me.

A blinding white light flashed by, and Hengheng subconsciously squinted his eyes. The huge suction force was like a hand grabbing him and throwing him upwards. Hengheng seemed to be fished out of the water, and his whole body was suddenly bathed in bright sunlight.

There seemed to be many people surrounding him, and several pairs of eager eyes looked over, familiar and warm.

"Hengheng, Hengheng is awake!"