When Fu Yan woke up, his first feeling was a hot pain in his throat and weakness. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info She wanted to take a deep breath, but she couldn't. The thumb and index finger of the right hand rubbed twice on the neck, and the half circle of the bulging neck was clearly touched. She lifted her eyelids and looked around.

Facing the stepping bed is an oval cave door, on which is hung a fine and dense crystal bead curtain, and the transparent beads of rice grains are embellished together, swinging and rippling beads. The interior space is extraordinarily open, with little furniture, only a yellow rosewood dresser, desk and chair on the left side are next to each other, and a wardrobe of the same color and a yellow pear water moon Guanyin screen on the right wall. Fu Yan leaned to the right. Through the pink moire gauze tent, you can see the square and round peacock lotus pane behind the bed. It is the side of the rising sun, the peacock lotus reflects the sunlight, floating and convex, and it is vivid. The antique scene in front of him made Fu Yan feel like he was in a dream. A few figures flickered outside the window, and there was the sound of scurrying footsteps. She blinked slowly, and fell into a deep sleep again.

"Smoke, my smoke...... God, God, what sin I have done in my last life, if you want to do this to me, my children and grandchildren will go before me. If you want to punish me, punish me...... Hirohiko, Hirohiko, my son......"

"Old lady, you have to take care of yourself, this family still depends on you. Didn't the doctor say that Sister Yan had already been rescued, so she just needed to take care of it. If you don't die in a catastrophe, there will be a blessing in the future, and Sister Yan is a creative person. You still have to enjoy the blessings of your children and grandchildren, old lady old lady......"

The cries, the sounds of dissuasion, the clatter of crutches on the ground, the clatter of teapots and cups, and the chaos for a while. The old woman's wailing gradually subsided, and only the faint sound of the little maid sobbing remained. The old woman was supported by her grandmother in her left hand, and staggered away with a cane in her right hand. The dragon's head crutch "Dong Wait" made a dull sound, knocked on the ground one by one, and also fell on Fu Yan's heart. The cry that came from the sorrow just now, Fu Yan felt a lot of affection, and couldn't help but wet his eyes.

She finally realized that it wasn't a dream, it was real, and she had traveled to a different plane. What does that mean? She had just reacted that the modern Fu Yan was dead. The nose was still faintly wafting with the damp fragrance of the big bamboo forest on campus, but her body had stopped breathing at the crossroads of the side door of the school, and her soul had flown over thousands of years and came here.

Sad? It seems that there is a little. But it's not sad. She was an orphan in modern times, adopted at the age of eight, and spent her entire school life without letting her adoptive parents worry about it. Well-behaved and sensible is almost her name, she also applied for student loans when she went to college, worked part-time every day, sometimes worked part-time tutors outside, and sometimes worked in the school library and activity center. I grew up day by day, and I was about to graduate in my senior year. I thought that I would be able to work right away and repay my parents for raising me, but who knows. There are always accidents in life, the most impermanent, the most ordinary. Just get used to it.

Fu Yan blinked a few times, blinking away the moist feeling in his eyes. There are thousands of roads in the world, whether they are good or not, they all have to go by themselves. If you are used to walking by yourself, you will not be overwhelmed and hesitate. Huainan Haoyue is cold and thousands of mountains, and no one cares about it. It's always been like this, so there's really no need to panic.

The two little maids were still kneeling beside the chairs, and the puddle of water on the ground had not yet dried, and the knees were covered with water stains. Fu Yan raised his hand to beckon them to get up, only then did he notice that the five little fingers were as long as willow leaves, like tender shoots. She was stunned before she spoke:

"Get up, don't kneel."

The round-faced almond-eyed girl quickly knelt down in front of the bed and cried, "Third Miss, you're awake." Scared to death slave maid, you finally woke up, thank the Bodhisattva, thank the Buddha, thank you to the gods and goddesses. As he spoke, he clasped his hands together in front of his chest and said something in his mouth. Another duck-faced girl with a double bun and looked like she was about twelve or thirteen years old, but she got up quickly, stepped on the bedframe, and asked gently: "Third Miss, is there anything uncomfortable in your body?" ”

Fu Yan shook his head.

The duck-faced maid turned her head sideways and said, "Muyu, I'll go to the stove to see if the medicine is good, you are serving here." With that, he opened the curtain and trotted out the door.

Fu Yan looked at the girl who worshiped indiscriminately, it turned out to be Muyu. Still pouting, the name is interesting. "Why are you still kneeling, get up quickly."

The old lady made the slaves kneel, but the slaves did not dare to get up. The third lady did stupid things, and it was all the slaves and maids who didn't take good care of them, and it was all the slaves' fault. After saying that, he began to pick up his sleeves and wipe his tears.

Fu Yan rolled his eyes, "I have a sore throat and want to drink water, you should get up quickly, otherwise how can you serve me?" Tell me about it, who knows what happened today? Who came to my house just now? ”

Muyu quickly got up, helped Fu Yan sit up, stuffed a pillow to the head of the bed, then poured water, and tested the temperature in his hand before feeding it to her mouth. The movements are very fluent, and it seems that he is used to doing it.

Fu Yan drank half of it, took the teacup, and said softly: "You tell me about it, I asked you what I asked you just now." ”

The little girl seemed to be relieved, and her tone of voice was a lot more lively. "The old lady and Mama Fang have been here in the house, and none of the others know about it. Third Miss, you don't know, fortunately the bell is clever, when I saw you hanging on that body seemed to be hard, I was stunned, it was the bell who grabbed the scissors and cut off the white silk. Otherwise, we won't survive. Speaking of this, Muyu was scared again, and knelt on the ground with a "bang", begging: "Third Miss, you can't stop thinking about it." Although the eldest lady has just gone, but you still have the old lady to love and spoil, today the old lady is sad and cruel, so she punished us for kneeling here. ”

Fu Yan smiled and comforted softly, "Don't worry, it won't be in the future." I have figured it out, and I will not make the old lady sad again in the future, and I will not let you be punished. By the way, is the bell going to serve medicine? My throat hurts. Fu Yan pinched the corner of the quilt, and knew that there was one person, two maids, not too many. What the hell is this?

"Hmm." The wooden fish sniffed, half a tear hung in the dimple, crying and laughing was very funny. He took the teacup and said, "I'll rush it." ”

Fu Yan lay down, stared at the peacock on the pane for a while, and heard the sound of the wooden fish. "Lotus, I went to the kitchen, sandalwood and bells have been gone for a long time. You wait here, lest the third lady call someone. ”

There are two more, sandalwood and lotus, who can only wait outside the door, and they should be second-class maids. Wait, sandalwood, lotus, wooden fish, bells, how are they all things from the temple. Aren't the names of maids generally spring, summer, autumn and winter or the like, and the peacock lotus on the window, as well as the Guanyin painted on the screen, there are articles here.

But this young lady is eighty percent of a favored one.