"Well, my head hurts. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" as if in the hell of a nose, the tearing pain is deeply rooted in every corner of the body, the heart-rending pain has not disappeared, only to feel that the mouth is stretched open by something, suddenly, the taste of hard spread throughout the cerebral cortex, and then, because the body was caught off guard, was poured into a large amount of unknown liquid, for a while there was rejection, with a violent cough, the mouth and nose these body holes out, a large amount of turbid fluid flowed out, slowly opened the eyes, hazy only felt weird.

"Miss, are you awake?" At a glance, a delicate woman wearing a pale cyan simple embroidered white lotus dress and a maid's bun stood in front of her with a bowl.

"Me, here?" Settle down, and then look at the surrounding environment, a little shaky, the wall is fragrant wood inlaid with milky white marble, although the window is the same kind of wood, but the carved out of the complex patterns, people can't help but admire, the sun through the window hollow directly in, reflected on the ground on the good water head foot jade jade, the reflection of the green ripples, dazzling, and then look at this bed, the gold lacquered wood bedpost bed, with a pure gold hook bed curtain, the quilt is a good silk quilt, covered on the body, its texture is soft and people are extremely comfortable.

"Miss, nothing happened to you, did you?" There was some panic in the maid's tone.

"You are?" It's a little unclear.

"You're the eldest lady of the Jiang family, don't you remember? I'm your personal maid, Xiaocui, don't you remember me? ”

"Miss Jiang? I? She looked dazed.

"That's right, Miss, your name is Jiang Mo, and the word is Bailu." Xiao Cui's body trembled uncontrollably, so that the bowl in her hand accidentally fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"What's in your hand?"

"Miss, have you forgotten? A few days ago, you secretly rode the master's treasure horse to sneak out to play, but accidentally fell down on the plain in the wild, hit your head, on the stone, when the people in the house found you, you were out of breath, and the people in the house had a burst of cold sweat on their backs, but fortunately God had eyes When we carried you back, you suddenly muttered in your mouth, as if shouting something, food or what, and came back and asked a doctor, the doctor checked Miss your injuries, and said Miss You are so lucky, your temple can survive if you hit the stone directly, He should be a rich and noble man, no, he prescribed a prescription and instructed us to give you medicine and bandage the wound on your head, and then pour it on you. ”

"Food, good man." Wave after wave of suffering swept over it, drowning it out.

"No!" The woman held her head and curled up in pain.

"Oh, miss, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Cui hurriedly walked over and gently stroked her back with her hand.

She remembered that her name was Zheng Mei.

There seemed to be a light rain that day, and the rain drifted over the city with the chilling wind in the air.

"Xiaomei, listen to me, Yazhi she... Before the man finished speaking, he saw a small object with a glimmer of luster flying towards him, and the man fixed his eyes and saw that it was a 100-carat diamond that he had given him

"Shen Liangshi, take your things well, I wish you and her a hundred years of happiness." A wry smile appeared on the corner of Zheng Mei's mouth, recalling that she and the man in front of her had gone from nothing to today's wealth and glory, but on the eve of the wedding, her fiancé confessed to herself with another woman, saying that she had her own flesh and blood, which was like a soap opera at half past three in the morning.

"Xiaomei, I didn't mean to let you down, I drank too much that day, Yazhi helped me to the bed, and then... The man's head unconsciously lowered his head, not daring to look directly at her.

"Hmph, that's a nice thing to say, it's just that she has affection, you just mean it."

"Xiaomei, that's all I say, I hope we can be friends in the future." The good man walked away without looking back.

Today's rain seems to be very cold, almost cold to the bone, Zheng Mei looked at the sky of the city, the tall skyscrapers, towering without emotion, Zheng Mei smiled lightly, grabbed the railing on the top of the building and closed her eyes and jumped gently, if you live it is better to choose death bravely.

There seemed to be a weak cry in my ears.

"Madame, Mademoiselle, she seems to be exhausted, and thus fell into a second coma." A doctor was taking her pulse.

"Doctor, what do you think of my daughter's situation?" A lady dressed in an embroidered hundred butterfly brocade robe, with a hairstyle of flying butterfly beads and jade and gold in a flowing cloud bun, and wearing an old pit jade and jade ring on both wrists, although she is already a little old, but the charm still exists, and she is an out-and-out half-old.

Jiang Mo woke up from that nightmare again, about half an hour later.

"Who are you?" Zheng Mei looked at the woman who was touching her hand and looking at her lovingly.

"My poor child, I guess it's hurt my sanity, I'm your mother, don't you even recognize me?" The woman took out a handkerchief embroidered with mandarin ducks and gently wiped away her tears.

Zheng Mei, no, she should be called Jiang Mo first, and she couldn't react for a while, the woman in front of her was obviously not a few years older than herself, and the woman who looked like she was only in her thirties was her mother.

"Gollum." An eerie voice broke the awkward atmosphere in the room.

Jiang Mo's face flew red, Jiang Mu pursed her lips and smiled, and unconsciously, a trace of grace flowed out, and Jiang Mo was a little stunned.

"Come on, help Miss Fu to comb her makeup, and eat in the inner courtyard in a while." In the blink of an eye, the two maids who were originally waiting outside the door walked in, she weakly followed the support of the maids, came to the incense pavilion and sat down, the maids helped her to take care of her dress simply, when a maid held a bronze mirror to her, she almost screamed, but what came into view was a childish face, pink and blown-breakable skin, big and innocent eyes exuding charm, that little mouth seemed to not need to be smeared with any lipstick, It is already very bright and moving, and the previous woman's appearance is a little similar, but a little less mature, more delicate, although it is a cardamom age, but it already has a beautiful embryo tone.

"Is this me?" Jiang Mo couldn't help but have doubts, and there was a pause in his heart, he should be a person in his four or seven years, but he was so immature in the mirror, and then he thought about everything around him now, and suddenly he suddenly became enlightened-I have crossed.