"You're sleepy, I'll hold the baby for you first."

Mingchen's warm voice came slowly, he sat down next to Mei'er, his eyes looked at Mei'er's confused eyes intently, Mei'er didn't dare to look at his sharp and burning eyes, and hurriedly lowered his head to look at the amber cider in the cup, and whispered: "Sleepy? I didn't."

"You've been living abroad for many years, aren't you tired? Why don't you go back with me? ”

Mei'er was surprised, and quietly moved her body out: "Go back with you?" Why should I go back with you? Who are you? ”

"Silly girl, I am your husband, and Yong'er is your son."

Mei'er laughed and shook her head, this encounter became more and more bizarre, she bit her lip hard, and the pain was very real: "You are telling me again, you will definitely use illusions, deliberately make a fool of yourself in front of me, I am Luo Mei'er, the daughter of Luo Shanren in Los Angeles, I am not married, where did I come from." ”

"You have, you married me many years ago, but you forgot it for a while, you will definitely remember."

"What nonsense, many years ago? I'm only seventeen years old, and I didn't know where I was many years ago, how did I marry you? You must be crazy about the lady, confused"

"You're my lady."

"Master Mingchen, you should go and find your mother-in-law, your little son misses his mother very much"

"Didn't he call you his mother?"

"How can this be taken seriously?"

"Then you look at Yong'er, can you feel happy in your heart?"

"Joy, I like your little boy very much"

"He's your son too."

"What nonsense"

The vague aroma of wine confused Mei'er's mind, she raised her wine glass, smiled apologetically at Mingchen, and poured a full glass of cider into her mouth, the slightly cool and sweet liquid slid through her throat and seeped into her body, and a colorful mist rose in front of her eyes.

Xiao Chenyong was imprisoned by his father's hands, his little face showed an aggrieved look, and after struggling a few times and failing to get out of the cage, he cried loudly "Niangniang"

He stretched out his hands forward to throw himself back into Mei'er's arms, and Mei'er's heart ached. stretched out his hand to pick him up, but Mingchen picked the child away.

"Give me the child, give it to me."

"You're sleepy, I'll hold your son for you first, so you can sleep well."

Mei'er propped her head hard, the fog in front of her was thick and secret, and Mingchen's voice seemed to be close to her ears, but her eyes were wide and she couldn't see his figure clearly.

The child's cry gradually faded away, Mei'er panicked, stood up with a few cases, and walked forward with her hands rubbing, the fog in front of her turned thick, like a viscous giant net, trapping her whole person in the middle.

"Mingchen, Mingchen, Yong'er, Yong'er, where are you?"

No one answered her, only quiet, only a fog with no end in sight.

Mei'er walked in the vast fog with staggering steps, she had no fear, more confusion and confusion.

There was a faint flute sound in the surging sea of dance, this flute was so desolate, so lingering, she stood quietly in the fog, stunned to listen, stunned and crying, that year and month, I must have indulged in this flute, but when? She thought desperately, but there was no memory in her head, she could only stand blankly, looking around blankly.

The sound of the flute slowly fell into a low voice, choked and scattered in the sky, her legs and feet weakened, and she fell into the mist, and her heart suddenly became like a dead wood.

The curtain of clouds like a waterfall in front of her suddenly cracked, and the originally colorless and transparent heaven and earth were instantly dyed with a touch of elegant color, and she raised her head and stared blankly at the flowing greenery.

A hoarse voice sounded in his ears: "Are you awake, come, I'll take you home." ”

The deep voice seemed to freeze the long time of thousands of years of waiting, and whispered in her ear: "Come back, don't run, don't leave me again, Mei'er." ”

Her heart suddenly and violently cramped, she did not want to see him, she never wanted to see him again.

She just wanted to drift around like this, and finally turn into a light mist and disappear into the sky.

She spun around and ran as hard as she could, avoiding the lingering voice.

As soon as her body went limp, she fell to the dust again, the illusion of her dream disappeared suddenly, her heart was pounding, there was a strange darkness in front of her, she gasped, and she fell on the floor tiredly holding her head.

When Mei'er was woken up by the chirping of early birds outside the window, the feeling of grief was still entangled in her heart, she did not open her eyes, for fear that as soon as she opened her eyes, she would see Mingchen's affectionate and mysterious face, but the bright light did not hesitate through the thin eyelids, stimulating her vision.

She turned around helplessly and hummed softly.

"Miss, Miss, are you awake?"

She frowned slightly in a half-asleep and half-awake voice, this voice was familiar, who was it?

"Miss, Miss, are you awake?"

Mei'er was quite bored, but her confused consciousness was slowly pulled back by the scream, she half-squinted her eyes, put her hands in front of her, and called urgently: "Child...... Also my children. ”

Someone was gently shaking her shoulder: "Miss, don't be afraid, this is your boudoir." ”

Mei'er suddenly came to her senses, she opened her eyes, and what caught her eye was the soft light green embroidered brocade quilt that she usually loved, and the top was a thin light green embroidered yarn tent, she turned over and sat up, and looked down to see that the blue dress on her body had been changed, and what was wrapped around her body was the milky white shirt that she often wore when she went to bed every day.

I am back? But I'm still on the mountain in my consciousness - didn't I drink cider in that wooden house on the mountain, why did I shake it and go back to the house?

She looked at the little girl with a round face with big eyes in front of her with a confused expression, it was Qinghe, one of her maids.

Qinghe spread five fingers and shook them in front of her eyes, and shook them again.

"Miss, do you recognize Qinghe?"

Mei'er only felt that all kinds of thoughts rushed to her face, she reached out and pulled out Qinghe's hand, frowned and said, "I know you are Qinghe, don't shake, I'm dazzled." ”

Qinghe obediently withdrew his hand, with a look of relief on his face: "Miss, you finally woke up, thank God, Mother Zhang, Mother Zhang, go and tell the master, Miss is awake!" ”

The openwork tulle door opened in response, and an old grandmother and two maids came in, they walked quickly to the bedside, and saw that the young lady really woke up, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, and called in unison: "Bodhisattva bless, Bodhisattva bless, young lady, you have finally returned safely." ”

Mei'er stared at a pair of sparkling eyes, looking at the people standing in front of the window laughing and crying, without saying a word.

After Mama Zhang was happy for a while, she patted her forehead and said, "Miss, I'm going to tell Master Sù the good news, my lord's anxious hair has turned white in the past few days, Amitabha, you finally woke up." ”

Zhang's mother led the two envoys and maids, and went separately like a gust of wind.

Hearing Zhang's mother mention her father, Mei'er finally settled down, she held the cup in both hands and asked Qinghe softly: "How is father?" When did I come back? Where did you find me? ”

Qinghe wiped his tears and said, "The master's body is okay, but he is worried about the young lady, and his hair is all white." ”

Mei'er sighed, moved to the side of the bed, and stretched out her feet on the bed: "Daddy's hair is all white?" Does this have anything to do with me? ”

Qinghe held her and said, "Miss, you take it easy, you have been lying for three months, and your blood is not smooth, so stand up like this, be careful of dizziness." ”

Mei'er was really stunned this time, her eyebrows were twisted, and she stretched out three fingers suspiciously: "Three months? I've been in bed for three months? ”

Qinghe patted his heart, and first recited a sentence of "Bodhisattva bless" to the sky before saying to Mei'er: "Yes, that day you and the second son went up the mountain to worship Mrs., and the second son hit his forehead in a storm, and you are nowhere to be found."

Mei'er exclaimed, held Qinghe's hand, and said, "Second brother, second brother is injured?" ”

Qinghe hurriedly comforted her and said: "Miss don't worry, the second son hit his forehead at that time, shed a lot of blood, and was in a coma for two days, and now his body is very good, he has started to take care of the size of the inside and outside of the restaurant last month, he will come to see Miss twice in the morning and evening, and go to the prayer hall every day to pray for Miss, I hope Miss can wake up soon." ”

Qinghe took a cloak, draped it on Mei'er's shoulders, turned around and poured a cup of warm water, handed it to her, and said: "Miss just woke up, drink a cup of shock tea first, and the small kitchen will send white porridge later, and after the slave maid serves the young lady to wash, the white porridge in the small kitchen will be boiled." ”

Mei'er breathed a sigh of relief, took a sip of warm water, and said, "What about Cui Xi?" ”

"The housekeeper found Tracy and the two in the broken carriage, they were both seriously injured, and after the doctor saw it, he said that it was only a skin and flesh injury, and after seven or eight days of recuperation, they were able to walk around on the ground, and now they are fine."

Mei'er said happily: "Are they already okay?" Why don't you see anyone? ”

Qinghe pursed his lips and smiled: "Cui Xi and Lan Shu feel that Miss Ling is in danger, it is the fault of the two of them who have not taken good care of them, and the injury is not all healed, so they go to the prayer hall and pray for Miss day and night, hoping that Miss can wake up as soon as possible." ”

Mei'er smiled slightly and said: "This is a natural disaster, no one is the same, now that I wake up, they don't have to stay in the prayer hall all the time, you can call them back later!" ”

Qinghe lowered his head and said, "Yes." ”

Mei'er put the cup on the small countertop, walked to the dressing table and sat down, and said, "Qinghe, come and dress me, when my father comes in, he will definitely die of heartache when he sees my unkempt appearance." ”

Qinghe stepped forward and said with a smile: "Yes, the master comes to see the young lady three times a day, and he only came once at noon, and I didn't expect that he had just walked on his front foot for less than a quarter of an hour, and you woke up, young lady." ”