In the early spring of February, it was warm and cold. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Located in the small village of Tanglin in the north of Lan'an County, the beautiful green trees and green mountains are still covered with silver coats, which makes people feel the breath of spring.

A group of three or five children wrapped in simple winter clothes, followed behind the big children, and when they bypassed the door of Su Xiucai's house, they saw that Su Xiucai was still boiling medicine for the silly girl.

Although they are young, they all know that Su Xiucai's stupid wife is dead.

Be... Be...

Da Yuzi looked back at the three or five little cubs, lowered his head and admitted his mistake, and said anxiously: "Didn't you say that you want to go and see the silly girl?

When the three or five children heard this, they hurriedly followed the big slipper to the south facing fence wall and window lattice.

The bright sunlight poured into the room through the window lattice, and three or five small figures slowly appeared on the earthen wall, and they looked into the room with their feet on their feet, and saw the silly girl lying motionless on the bed.

"Is the silly girl really dead?"

"It's been the fourth day since I fell from the mountain, so I should be dead!"

"The silly girl won't die, my mother said, the body will rot when a person dies, you see, the stupid girl's body is not rotten at all, and she can't smell the smell!"

"Will that silly girl ever come back to life?"

Hearing this, Da Laozi slapped Erhei's head and frightened him: "If the stupid girl can still come back to life, she will definitely borrow the corpse to revenge you."

"It's really noisy"

An impatient, familiar voice suddenly came from the room, which made Da Yuzi and the others tremble from head to toe when they heard a cold breath.

Yan Qing had been sleeping unsteadily in her dizzy sleep, she felt that her brain was about to explode, and she was too lazy to open her eyes.

At this moment, the crooked sound of grass and insects was really annoying to her.

She stretched her waist, turned over and opened her eyes, and the childish faces of several little ghosts outside the window came into view, obviously seeing that the fear on their faces was not lightly frightened by something.

Alas?

Wait, why does she seem to have seen a few little ghosts dressed in ancient costumes?

Yan Qing dizzled her head and thought it was an illusion, she turned her head again, huh? She herself was suddenly frightened and sobered up a lot, so broken... Where is the broken house?

She stroked her forehead, and for a moment she had a headache, she couldn't remember what had happened?

"Ah!" the screams of the three or five children outside the house pulled her back to her thoughts, and then the sound of footsteps approaching her was heard in the room.

"Lady"

Before anyone saw it, first a man's worried shout came into his ears, Yan Qing didn't have to guess, this man was calling her lady.

"Lady"

This will be the voice of the people entered, only to see a man in evergreen clothes into the room, this man is slender and tall, with a pair of sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight nose like a hanging gall, thin lips slightly pursed, simply beautiful as a crown of jade.

He put the decoction in his hand on the simple wooden table beside him, looked out the window next to the bed, and saw that there were no children, so he sat back beside Yan Qing with confidence.

Yan Qing looked at the man in front of her in a daze, she thought that what walked in would be a poor and rough man.

I really didn't expect that this husband... The husband is like a reader who is full of poetry and books.

Look at this gentle and elegant, stable and extraordinary temperament, tsk, I must give a thumbs up!

He took her hands in the palm of his hand, and helped her caress the messy hair on her forehead with one hand, looked at her eyes and smiled rarely: "Lady, you are finally awake, great, Lady can rest assured, in the future, my husband will not let those children bully you"

"Bullying me?" Yan Qing stared at the man in front of him in a daze, looking very carefully.

But the more she looked, the more she felt that something was wrong, she patted her head with chaotic memory, and searched hard in her mind for where the wrong smell came from.

He got up and took the medicine bowl, scooped a spoonful of decoction and blew it very carefully, and fed her: "When the lady fell from the mountain, she was injured in the head, come, drink the medicine?"

As soon as Yan Qing smelled the smell of Chinese medicine, she instinctively pinched her nose and avoided it, to be honest, she was most afraid of smelling this smell of Chinese medicine.

However, she was suddenly stimulated by the smell of Chinese medicine, and the chaotic memories in her mind gradually became clearer.

At the beginning of spring this year, she went to Wuyi Mountain again to shoot the landscape, and it happened that the sea of clouds in the sky was unpredictable, and the rare spectacle naturally attracted her, so that she climbed the Tianyou Peak.

Then, when she took out her camera and was about to shoot, something even more incredible happened, a minute ago, in the sea of unpredictable clouds, there was a portrait of a man in ancient costume.

Then, during the filming of the hot crowd, she accidentally stumbled and fell off the Tianyou Peak, and then she crossed over here?!

"It's you!" Yan Qing exclaimed.

He smiled again absently, as if he was no longer surprised by her words and deeds, he got up and sent the medicine bowl back to the wooden table, looked at her and asked, "Do you want to learn to paint?"

He saw that Yan Qing only looked at him and didn't speak, and said: "Blame me this time, if I go to the market to sell paintings and take you with me, this kind of thing will not happen."

After a pause, he continued: "Although you and I have only been married for six days, after all, we have been together for two years, and I have not taken care of you wholeheartedly in the past two years.

Although she heard from her husband's words that he was only responsible for the original owner's kindness, it seemed that her husband had no feelings for her.

However, there is still a long way to go!

As soon as he finished speaking, he shook his head and smiled slightly frustrated, his wife had never understood what he was saying to her.

And what he said now, how could she take it seriously, he could never tie her to his side all the time.

Yan Qing saw that her husband seemed to be thinking about her thoughts, she glanced at this ten-square-meter earthen house, there was a single bed, a wooden table, and a candle in the room, and there was no furniture, she broke the silence and asked: "What do you call that husband?" I'm hungry, do you have anything else to eat at home besides Chinese medicine?"

"Yes, lady wait!" he said, turned around and walked to the door and remembered to reply: "For the husband's surname Su Dan Ming Jin"

"Su Jin"

Yan Qing looked at the figure of him going out, and his heart was full of emotion, who would have thought that Master Yan in the modern photography world lost his life in order to shoot an ancient man in the cloud painting, and strangely traveled to the dynasty thousands of years after the backward Chinese science and technology, and the man in the cloud painting is actually her current husband, is this the so-called fate?

What about her photographic equipment? It's all the latest high-tech she's only acquired! She also promised to take a set of beautiful wedding photos for her parents at the end of the year.

"Dad, Mom!" Yan Qing grabbed the faded patch old quilt and covered his head, and said uncontrollably: "Mom and Dad, don't be sad, I'm not dead, I just changed the dynasty and will live well"