Xia Shuanghan remembered very clearly that she was dead, in the cemetery behind Puye Mountain, between the graves of her parents and younger brother, although she died innocently and unjustly, but she believed that the person who killed her would soon be punished accordingly, so she died contentedly and without concern. It was only when she opened www.biquge.info her eyes again that when she opened her eyes again, she saw her relatives who had come back from the dead: her father Xia Jingzhi, who was in his early forties, and her younger brother Xia Chaoyang, who was still a child before six years old.

Is this a dream? Perhaps, after all, my father and brother have been dead for many years. Isn't this a dream? Maybe not, after all, the dream is too real.

"Sister, if your head hurts so badly, let's let Uncle Zhong drive back." On the moving carriage, looking at the wandering sister, the sensible Xia Chaoyang opened his mouth worriedly: "Actually, I'm not a child anymore, even if I don't watch the Lantern Festival Lantern Festival, it's nothing, after all, I have eaten those snacks in previous years, and I have also played various games in previous years." ”

"My sister is fine." Xia Shuanghan raised his hand and pressed the corner of his forehead, which was a little swollen and painful, and said to his younger brother with a smile: "My sister just occasionally feels cold, it's nothing." The Lantern Festival is still in the house and is stuffy and panicked, and it is more comfortable to go out for a walk. ”

"Then my sister will follow me closely, don't get lost." Xia Chaoyang's immature face was upright, and he said awe-inspiringly: "Daddy is not here today, and it is my responsibility to take care of my sister." ”

"Yes, it's going to be troublesome tonight." Xia Shuanghan smiled and pinched his younger brother's white cheeks, gently leaned against the wall of the carriage, closed his eyes and fell into contemplation: on the fifteenth day of the first month of the year of Yichou, Xia Shuanghan's father Xia Jing met several fellow villagers who had not been seen for many years when he went out. On the evening of the same day, Xia Shuanghan's younger brother was accompanied by Uncle Zhong and Xingbao, the descendants of the Xia family, to go to the Lantern Festival in Dongshi to watch the lanterns, but Xia Shuanghan was closed due to wind and cold headaches and could not accompany his younger brother to Dongshi.

On this day and night, there was a fire in the East Market, the number of dead and injured was shocking, and the entire market was almost reduced to ashes. Among the victims, there are Xia Shuanghan's father and younger brother. Xia Shuanghan never expected that when she said goodbye to the Lantern Festival, when she met again, she saw the unrecognizable corpses of her father and younger brother. Since then, Xia Shuanghan has become a rootless duckweed with no relatives, and finally died after a few years of unhappy married life.

If he had accompanied his younger brother to the Lantern Festival that day, his younger brother might not have died; If my father hadn't gone to the "Xiangmanlou" for a banquet that day, my father might not have died. If he went to Dongshi that day, even if he couldn't save his younger brother, he could live and die with his younger brother, and the three members of the family could also be reunited underground, so as to avoid suffering in the future...... These thoughts had troubled her for a long time in the days before Xia Shuanghan's death, and "the fifteenth day of the first month of the year of Yichou" was the only knot in Xia Shuanghan's heart when he was dying. So, when Xia Shuanghan returned to the fifteenth day of the first month of the "Yichou year" again, although she was not sure whether everything was her hallucination or not, she still got into the carriage to Dongshi with her younger brother without hesitation.

"Miss, young master, we're here." The loyal and honest Uncle Zhong stopped the carriage, set up the footstool, and beckoned the Xia Shuanghan sisters and brothers to get out of the car.

"Uncle Zhong, you wait here, I'll take Chaoyang for a walk, and I'll be back in an hour." Xia Shuanghan took his brother's hand and explained a few more words to Uncle Zhong, and then disappeared into the crowd with his younger brother and Uncle Zhong's son Xingbao.

Uncle Zhong's family of five is the only descendant of the Xia family. The honest Uncle Zhong is in charge of the carriage and horses, and Aunt Fu and her daughter Meixiang are in charge of everything that is in charge of the woman, such as the kitchen pulp and washing. Uncle Zhong's two sons, Xinggui and Xingbao, were the sons and sons of the Xia family, and they were also responsible for the hard work such as carrying water and chopping wood.

Someone once ridiculed Xia Shuanghan's father Xia Jingzhi, saying that he was a fifth-grade official, but the subordinates in the family were not at the level of a fifth-grade official, and he was really a bit out of identity. ”

Xia Jingzhi was born in poverty, his mother died early, his father was a wandering doctor, and his ancestral home was far away in the northwest border city. After exploring flowers in high school in his early twenties, Xia Jingzhi entered the Hanlin Academy, and for more than ten years, he was only promoted to a fifth-grade official, and he devoted himself to compiling history, and he was not very interested in being promoted to make a fortune and make friends.

Xia Shuanghan's mother, a Rong who lived outside the Guan, was the only survivor of the caravan's sandstorm after following her father and brother to and from both ends of the Silk Road. She was rescued by Xia Jingzhi's father when she was dying, and after recovering, she sold the few properties in her hometown, followed her life-saving benefactor wholeheartedly, and then tied the knot with Xia Jingzhi. It can be seen from this that the Xia family's family background is very thin, and it is far from being a wealthy family.

Xia Jingzhi settled in the capital with his wife after high school, and for more than ten years, except for the purchase of a two-entry courtyard in Shuanghe Lane in the east of the city and an orchard transformed from a barren mountain on the outskirts of Beijing, there is nothing that can be called property. After all, the dowry needed for Xia Shuanghan's marriage in the future and the expenses needed for Xia Chaoyang's education are untouchable. Therefore, except for Uncle Zhong's family of five, the Xia family has no spare money to call other subordinates.

In fact, it is not difficult for the Xia family to become rich, although Xia Jingzhi is only a Qing official who is engaged in learning in the Hanlin Academy, his calligraphy and painting are quite praised by everyone, and even the current saints are highly praised. Selling calligraphy and painting - this is a way to make the Xia family rich quickly, but the belief that calligraphy and painting only communicate with people in the same way made Xia Jingzhi resolutely abandon this road of making money. "There is nothing wrong with being poor and happy", this is the life creed of the Xia family.

"Xingbao, you can go play for a while." Next to the lantern riddle stall at the entrance of Linglong Pavilion, Xia Shuanghan helped his younger brother guess the lantern riddle, while pointing to the ring stall more than ten zhang away, and said with a smile: "The ring has always been your strong point, Mei Xiang is not feeling well tonight and can't come with us, why do you have to bring her something back?" ”

"No, there are a lot of people tonight, in case they get separated in a while, something happens to the young lady and the young master, then it's all my fault." The fourteen-year-old boy reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the ring stall and insisted, "I have to stay and take care of the young lady and the young master." ”

"Look at what you said, what is so serious, but it is only a distance of more than ten zhang, what can happen?" Xia Shuanghan still smiled lightly and persuaded: "The lamp that Chaoyang wants needs to guess ten lantern riddles, how can he guess it so quickly, you spend five copper plates to come back in one round, and we will still be here." Don't think about it, go ahead. ”

"Then ......" Xingbao looked at Xia Chaoyang, who was standing by the guessing stall, holding a lantern riddle and meditating, and compromised: "Then thank Miss, I'll come when I go." ”

After Xia Shuanghan waited for the young man to turn around and leave, the back was overwhelmed by the crowd, and then turned his head and guessed the lantern riddle with his younger brother.

The reason why she wants to keep Xingbao away from her side, Xia Shuanghan has her own considerations: whether she is in a dream or not, it is not difficult to prevent her father and younger brother from dying in the fire of the Lantern Festival. As long as she pretends to be sick, she can take her younger brother home, as long as she asks Xingbao to pass a message to her father, her father who loves her will naturally give up the banquet and go home to take care of her. But is that enough, if Xia Shuanghan really goes back to a few years ago, is it enough for her to save her own family?

Xia Shuanghan has never been a bad person who unconditionally helps others and helps others, which must be established in the case that the Xia family will not suffer losses that they should not suffer. In the fire on the night of the Lantern Festival, Xia Shuanghan thought that she could do something within her ability, so she didn't choose to pretend to be sick.

"Sister, sister, I guess enough money, now you can get the glass lamp." Xia Chaoyang, who finally completed the required number of guesses under Xia Shuanghan's prompting, raised his little face full of joy and said happily: "I'll go to redeem the lottery now, sister, you wait for me here." ”

"Wait a minute," Xia Shuanghan grabbed Xia Chaoyang, who was about to turn around and leave, and ordered: "After redeeming the lottery, Chaoyang remembers to wait for my sister on the second floor of Linglong Pavilion, my sister won't let you go downstairs, don't go anywhere, can you do it?" ”

Holding the page with the riddle number and the answer to the riddle, Xia Chaoyang rolled his eyes and thought for a moment, although he didn't understand why his sister asked him to do this, but he would ask later. "Okay, I got it."

In Xia Shuanghan's smiling gaze, Xia Chaoyang happily ran to the lottery place.