Qing Dynasty, the last year of Guangxu winter.

The mansion compound of an ancient city in the south is brightly lit, but every corner is hung with red lanterns. However, this move was not intended to set off a festive atmosphere. On the contrary, dozens of people up and down the family were depressed and sad. Two girls, about fifteen or sixteen years old, came from the west wing, and judging by their dress, it could be guessed that they must be the maids of the house. A cotton gown and trousers, a pair of black cheesecloth shoes, and a red and yellow flower embroidered on the front face. Although the two of them do not have the graceful and luxurious atmosphere of everyone's ladies, their cheeks are white and red, and the purity between their eyebrows is incomparable charm.

They had a lithe gait, a thick braid that flicked deftly at the back of their heads.

"Spring rain, autumn frost, you go and get that foreign doctor ...... That one is called Zhan ...... Whatever silk invites, no matter what method you use, you will beg him to come over. ”

A middle-aged man in his forties and fifties ran out of the room, with a medium to fat stature, although his facial features were not delicate and his face was a little pockmarked, but the purple-red satin robe reflected the atmosphere of wealth. He is the male protagonist of this family, Ji Fusheng, the foreign doctor he calls in his mouth, named James Lin, publicly known as a British missionary, because of his kindness, enthusiasm and medical skills, so in the local five years, many people have been treated and helped by him.

Ji Fusheng is a wealthy businessman with outdated ideas, his family reveals traditional Chinese characteristics everywhere, and he always asks Chinese medicine for pulse diagnosis when he is sick.

However, his wife Qi Yunbi often secretly went to Dr. Guoyang several times, and several illnesses were quickly cured. Mrs. Ji Qi Yunbi has been convinced of the foreign doctor James Lin since then, but her husband Ji Fusheng is more and more tired of that James, perhaps in his heart as an imaginary rival. At this moment, if it weren't for the fact that his daughter Ji Yunhan was seriously ill for many days and was in danger, he would not make an exception and let his subordinates invite a foreign doctor.

"Yes, yes, yes, call Qi Xiao and let him drive the carriage to take you there."

The noble lady Qi Yunbi also followed, and added anxiously behind Ji Fusheng, her husband finally agreed to invite the foreign doctor, and she suddenly had more expectations for her daughter's improvement. The maids answered, Qi Yunbi turned around and went back to the room to see her daughter, and Ji Fusheng followed suit.

The bed in the boudoir became a sickbed a few months ago, and Miss Ji Yunhan had a strange illness a year ago. It was as if the heat and cold were reversed, sweating profusely in winter, but feeling extremely cold in summer, sometimes convulsions or coma for days. The Ji family spent money and money to visit famous doctors, and gave countless medicines to the young lady, but they still couldn't see a cure over and over again. This time was the longest coma, it had been ten days and three hours, and the seven or eight doctors who were guarding him kept shaking their heads, helpless.

Mrs. Qi Yunbi sat beside her daughter's sickbed, looked at her face that was already as pale as paper, and once again shed tears of sadness and regret. There was silence in the room, and after a long time, everyone didn't know how to comfort the mother. waited quietly like this, until half an hour later, the maids Chunyu and Qiushuang walked in with the foreign doctor James.

James didn't care about greeting Qi Yunbi, who was familiar with him, so he walked straight to Ji Yunhan's sickbed.

Everyone in the room held their breath, staring at Dr. Yang's every move, expecting a good result. However, Doctor James took out a stethoscope and listened for a while, and then opened Ji Yunhan's upper eyelids for some observation, and finally shook his head in disappointment.

"Prepare for the future, there's nothing I can do. Why do you ...... Didn't you call me to heal her sooner? It's too late now. ”

Doctor Yang explained to the Ji family in very jerky Chinese, and as soon as the words fell, there was another cry in the room, Qi Yunbi held her daughter's withered hand, and suddenly couldn't cry. Ji Fusheng still didn't believe Dr. Yang's words, he also leaned over and held his daughter's other hand, learning to take her pulse like a Chinese medicine practitioner. However, in just a moment's effort, Ji Yunhan's pulse was ...... twice The longer the interval became, the weaker and weaker it became, and finally it became a state of stagnation.

"Yun Han! My kids ......"

Ji Fusheng let out a heart-rending cry, and then burst into tears, and his actions announced his daughter's death to everyone.

Ji Yunhan passed away quietly at the age of nineteen, Ji Fusheng and his wife were grief-stricken, however, according to local customs, the death of a young woman cannot be left at home for too long, and must be buried on the same day. So, the couple endured extreme grief and immediately prepared for their daughter's afterlife. I bought a good mahogany coffin, the most luxurious Western-style dresses and dresses for my daughter, and equipped with various jewelry such as gold, silver, jade, and pearls, and dressed my dead daughter like a princess of the royal family.

In the wee hours of the morning, the night was still dark.

The funeral convoy of the Ji family arrived at the cemetery, and it happened that the cold wind suddenly rose, and the eyes of the people in charge of digging the pit were confused by the floating dust. Just as they rubbed their eyes and started working again, a miracle happened......

"See what's that?"

One of the family members who was responsible for burying Ji Yunhan looked at something flying in the air in surprise and asked. Everyone looked into the air, and several people with lanterns each picked up a twig and flicked the wick, and the light became brighter.

Everyone couldn't believe the scene in front of them, Ji Yunhan's coffin lid was actually fluttering in the air. Immediately, everyone gathered around, and everyone dared to gather together and look into the coffin.

Only a pink futon was left in the coffin, and Ji Yunhan's body was nowhere to be found. The Ji family was in chaos again, looking for Ji Yunhan's body everywhere overnight, but found nothing until dawn.

Where did the dead Ji Yunhan go? For a while, it became a mystery to the ancient city in the south, but in a small town in the north, the same strange and inexplicable thing happened.

In an ordinary farming family, the daughter who had been missing for many days suddenly came back on her own.

"Yun Han! My good daughter, you're finally back. ”

A middle-aged woman dressed as a village woman, wiped her tears and looked at the girl who walked in the door, and couldn't help but go over and hug her, and the middle-aged man on the side also laughed with tears.

The girl retains her previous memories and knows that she is Ji Yunhan, and the pair of middle-aged people in front of her are also the images of her parents in her memory. But why in a place that looks like a rural place? Why are they dressed up like this?

"Dad, mother. What's wrong with you guys? Why did our family become like this? What about spring rain and autumn frost? ”

Ji Yunhan asked in surprise.

"The two of them, of course, are at their house. Fusheng, look at this girl, as soon as she comes back, she asks about Chunyu and Qiushuang, as if we are not the people she cares about. ”

"Yunbi, it's good that the child is back, so don't blame her."

Ji Yunhan was even more puzzled, when did Chunyu and Qiushuang, the two personal maids, return to their homes? If you take a closer look at the yard and the house and the furnishings, there is obviously a sense of age difference.

What Ji Yunhan saw was an ordinary farmhouse, with a dilapidated yard, loess courtyard walls and fence gates. Low adobe houses, topped with a thick layer of withered thatch. Looking at the room again, in addition to a clay kang for heating with firewood, there is also a worn-out table of eight immortals that can no longer be distinguished from its original color, and two long wooden stools are placed on both sides of the table. Probably that's where they sit when they're eating or at leisure, and there are two straw hats hanging from the blackened and smoked earthen walls. The only beautiful part of the room was probably the back room on the other side, where a round glass mirror hung on the wall, and the light reflected directly into the outer room. Although she came from the Qing Dynasty, Ji Yunhan, who was born in a wealthy family, is no stranger to glass mirrors, and she has many facets.

Ji Yunhan stared at everything in front of her in a daze, and her father, Ji Fusheng, who was dressed as a farmer, suddenly stood up from the edge of the kang and walked slowly.