"father!"

Cao Erzhu stood up from the bed, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Scanning around, isn't this exactly the environment of a blacksmith's shop, except it's much more spacious than before?

wrong!

Erzhu lowered his head and spread his hands to look at them.

The hands have become shorter, the feet have become shorter, and the field of vision has become lower. "Is this, shorter?"

when!

Across the wall, the sound of iron hammering shook my eardrums.

Cao Erzhu was excited when he heard this sound. Knowing that it was time to practice, he subconsciously ran over and opened the door.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I overslept..."

His voice suddenly froze.

My father is as tall as a giant, and I can only reach his waist when I stand.

He hasn't washed up yet or looked in the mirror, but thinking about the fact that he had become "shorter" just now, Cao Erzhu's thoughts fluctuated:

Me, go back to the past?

Is this a dream?

The old man in front of the blacksmith shop was shirtless, wearing only a big cloak - it was early in the morning, it was still winter, so obviously he hadn't started fighting yet and needed warmth.

Generally, if you want to swing a hammer, you must take off the cloak, which will hinder the movement too much.

"wrong."

Cao Erzhu soon woke up again.

Dad actually didn't get drunk. This happened only three or five times in the past twenty years, right?

According to the current height...

That time when I was thirteen?

"I am thirteen years old again?"

It seems like it’s really a dream!

Cao Erzhu was thinking clearly.

Before the father across from him spoke, he could hear a voice coming out of his own mouth that was inconsistent with his thoughts, and the tone was still very childish:

"Mainly because last night, I was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, so I flipped through the newspapers that had just arrived the day before yesterday... Oh, I didn't light a candle either. I could see with the window open. There was moonlight... Well, I also have electricity."

"I couldn't sleep after watching something." My father was so sharp when he was awake that he could see through his own lies when he was a child without even looking back.

"I just turned it over because I couldn't sleep..." Xiao Erzhu said submissively.

"Um?"

Dad just made a nasal sound, but the little guy couldn't bear it anymore. He clenched his fists and wanted to shout but didn't dare to shout. He said in a calm tone:

"Ten seats."

Dad was silent.

Cao Erzhu then heard his childhood self say something that really impressed him in his memory:

"The tabloid has published another story about the Ten-Seater, this time it's about...Quilehan."

After a pause, his tone became excited, as if something he had suspected for many years had finally been confirmed, and he pointed with his little hand:

"Dad, you are Quirehan!"

The blacksmith shop suddenly became quiet.

The sober dad didn't know what he was thinking.

Cao Erzhu vaguely remembered the scene when he looked at his father - it was so shocking!

The old man was so tall. He held the hammer in one hand and remained silent for a long time. He only raised his head and glanced at the door which was locked with an iron chain.

There was a loud bang, and the big iron door seemed to be blown away by a heavy object. It was thrown across the street, and the iron chains broke.

The strong wind and snow poured into the shop, piercing the bones.

Xiao Erzhu's enthusiasm was extinguished instantly. He was shivering because he was cold and he was really scared.

"Who sold it to you?"

The father was holding the hammer as if he was going to hit the man.

Xiao Erzhu didn't dare to lie, so he immediately blurted out: "I didn't buy it, Grandpa Liu from the village entrance gave it to me."

After dreaming about this, Cao Erzhu recalled it carefully.

That afternoon, he was assigned by his father to go hunting in Qingyuan Mountain.

After more than ten years, it is true that there is no Grandpa Liu in the small town. It seems that he has not even held a funeral?

"hiss!"

He didn't understand it when he was a child, but when he grew up and read about the past from this dream perspective, Cao Erzhu felt that he understood something.

"Er Zhu, come here."

The dream is still going on. Coming to the past from this third-person perspective and reviving a vague memory, Cao Erzhu finds it quite magical.

He felt that as long as he had a thought, he could immediately break away from the dream and wake up.

He was sinking soberly.

Xiao Erzhu then walked over with some fear.

The father knelt down. It was rare for him to be so calm, which could not be called gentle. He put his big hands on the child's head and said:

"Let me tell you something today while I'm sober."

"Do you know why dad came to this shop and left your sister outside to raise her?"

Xiao Erzhu shook his head.

The father then brought the sledgehammer and placed it on the ground between the two of them.

It was a sledgehammer with a straight handle and a round head. Dad stretched out his hand to measure the straight handle of the sledgehammer and said:

"This is a way."

Xiao Erzhu nodded, indicating that it was not difficult to understand.

"You are walking on the road, you can't turn back, you have to stop or go forward, and now, you are here."

Dad's fingers slid from the end of the sledgehammer's straight handle to the position in front of the hammer head.

"It was blocked by Hammerhead..." Xiao Erzhu muttered softly.

The father raised his head and cast a surprised look: "Yes, unless your fist is stronger than the head of a hammer, you can't even think about getting past it. If you can't get past it, you will die."

"This is why dad has been in the shop for more than ten years..." Xiao Erzhu thought thoughtfully.

Dad put away the hammer.

His words are easy to understand.

What Xiao Erzhu and even Cao Erzhu still don't quite understand at this time is...

What is the hammer head?

Who is the person who makes dad so afraid?

Dad did not continue the topic, but asked: "Er Zhu, if one day you grow taller and stronger than me, and you have the opportunity to fight you and me, would you dare to fight?"

Xiao Erzhu shook his head subconsciously: "I won't hit daddy."

"Do you dare to fight?"

"I can't beat..."

"Do you dare to fight?"

"Don't dare..."

The father showed a disappointed expression, shook his head and turned to leave. When Xiao Erzhu's temper got angry, he stepped forward and shouted:

"dare!"

"Just dare!"

"When the time comes, I will definitely beat you!"

The father stopped and kicked his foot, and the straight-handled round-head hammer whirled on the ground, with the hammer head just stopping next to the toes.

Xiao Erzhu looked down, looking puzzled, but did not take a step back until the father in front opened his lips and sneered, saying:

"If you were on the road with a straight handle, and I was the one with the hammer, one of you would die. If I didn't let you go, would you dare to hit me?"
To be continued...