In the past two days, Yang Tianfeng couldn't speak, his body couldn't move, but his slightly open and moving eyes could see everything he could see, and the chaotic scenes in his mind kept flashing, listening to the gossip of men and women, and the crying of the old woman.

The sober person fully understands the concept of dreaming, but the person in the dream does not have a lucid mind and the real world.

Sleep, wake up, wake up, sleep...... Yang Tianfeng hoped that he was just dreaming, dreaming of Yang Tianfeng, who had the same name as himself, or Yang Tianfeng dreamed of himself.

But after countless attempts, he was completely disappointed, and finally he had to admit that he had crossed over, to the Anti-Japanese War period, and to the traitor Yang Tianfeng, who had taken refuge in the Japanese.

Dreams always have to wake up, even if you pretend to be asleep. Facts are always facts, and even if you don't want to face them, you still can't escape them. Yang Tianfeng in his previous life was a free and easy person, and since he had already died once, rebirth may not be a kind of luck for him.

Although he now has the memories of two people in his head, the one that originally belonged to Yang Tianfeng has been stored like a disc and has become a database that can be retrieved at any time, and his thoughts are the actions of the entire body.

Of course, it will take some time for the identity to change from a scientist in the 21st century to the young master and traitor of the current big tycoon family. But at least, the new Yang Tianfeng was finally able to move, and he was determined to get up and face this strange everything.

Footsteps sounded from the outhouse, and a young woman and a maid walked in quickly, the young woman was dressed in a plain white cheongsam, her thick hair was neatly tied behind her head, her skin was slightly dark, her face was not powdered, and her eyes were red and swollen. The slit of the cheongsam is neither high nor low, just right, just to expose the full and compact calves and rounded knees, and the slender white thighs appear and disappear when moving.

Yang Tianfeng blinked, this is his, yes, it is his second aunt, Meng Qiulan. Because Yang Tianfeng ransomed herself from a Shanghai brothel, Mrs. Yang has always looked down on this daughter-in-law from a dusty background. In fact, in Yang Tianfeng's memory, Meng Qiulan is also a hard-working woman, she was sold to a brothel by her parents since she was a child, first doing odd jobs, being a cow and a horse, suffering a lot, and when she grew up, she was used as a cash cow by the old bustard.

Meng Qiulan had just cried, she was very scared, if Yang Tianfeng was gone, she would be driven out of the Yang family with nothing, she didn't dare to imagine what the consequences would be? Although Yang Tianfeng has snubbed her recently, as long as Yang Tianfeng is alive, although she is often angry with her mother-in-law, and some subordinates dare to be rude to her, she can still stay here justifiably and have no worries about food and clothing.

When she came in, she wasn't sure if what she heard was Yang Tianfeng's voice, but she was extremely looking forward to this result.

"Qiulan-" Yang Tianfeng said in a hoarse voice, and his weak voice surprised him,

"Tianfeng-" Meng Qiulan was stunned for a moment, and immediately rushed to the bed, Yang Tianfeng could hear her teeth suddenly and violently collide together, making a horn sound, her tears flowed down, and she choked up and said: "Tianfeng, you woke up, you finally woke up." ”

"The young master is awake, the young master is awake." Xiao Yahuan shouted with wide eyes, turned around and ran out, "I'll go tell the old lady and the doctor." ”

"Water-" Yang Tianfeng spoke with difficulty, his tongue was like a lazy worm, as if saliva could not make it slippery.

"Okay, okay, I'll feed you water." Meng Qiulan was a little flustered with joy, got up and came to the table, poured water from the thermos, her hands trembled so much, and the poured into the cup did not spill much.

Meng Qiulan gently handed over the small spoon, and Yang Tianfeng opened his mouth to drink. After drinking more than a dozen sips in a row, the unbearable thirst was slightly relieved.

"Would you like to drink some more?" Meng Qiulan asked tentatively, Yang Tianfeng nodded, and drank more than a dozen sips in a row, only then did he feel much more comfortable in his heart and let out a sigh of relief.

"Help me up." Yang Tianfeng felt that his speech had slipped a lot, and slowly stretched out his hand to Meng Qiulan.

Meng Qiulan shook her head gently, she was very afraid of Old Lady Yang's majestic face, and she didn't dare to mess with Yang Tianfeng.

"I'm fine, help me up." Yang Tianfeng tried his best to order Meng Qiulan with a majestic look, because his voice still sounded weak.

Meng Qiulan had no choice, so she put her hand under Yang Tianfeng's neck, helped him up, leaned on the head of the bed, and put a pillow on the back.

Yang Tianfeng let out a sigh of relief, and he was still a little dizzy when he just sat up, but this discomfort quickly disappeared, his eyes rolled, and his thinking began to be flexible.

There was a commotion at the door, and the sound of footsteps was heard, which should have been the sound of a group of people.

An old lady, well, in fact, Mrs. Yang is not yet sixty years old, but her face is already covered with fine wrinkles, her gray hair is combed into a round bun at the back of her head, there is not a single messy hair, the corners of her eyes are raised, her back is straight, and she is so shrewd.

"Bolt, my bolt, you wake up, my mother is going to be scared to death, if you ......" Old Lady Yang threw herself at the head of the bed, and immediately squeezed Meng Qiulan to the wall, took Yang Tianfeng's hand, called his nickname, and said her worries and fears in tears.

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world, although Yang Tianfeng still feels uncomfortable with this, he understands the old lady's mood very well. Shou'er, Shou'er, since the old man's death, the old lady has supported this portal alone, and it's not all because of such a middle-aged only son.

"Mother-" Yang Tianfeng grinned and squeezed out a smile, and finally squeezed this word out of his lips, "My son is not filial, so you can make the old man afraid." It's okay now, I'm fine......"

Old Mrs. Yang wiped her tears, looked at her son carefully, and then reached out and touched Yang Tianfeng's head and face, as if she had just found that he was leaning on, glared at Meng Qiulan unhappily, turned her head and slowed down her tone, and said, "Mr. Zhang, you give me a pulse again, I am not sure in my heart." ”

The people in the room gradually dispersed, Yang Tianfeng felt that his mood was much better, and the chaotic room of people really made him uncomfortable.

After Mr. Zhang finished taking the pulse, prescribed medicine, and gave the diagnosis of "there is no major problem, just need to recuperate", Mrs. Yang was really happy, and instructed her subordinates to boil medicine and porridge for Yang Tianfeng, and sat in front of the bed by herself, talking to her son.

Yang Tianfeng's mind has not stopped, and when he speaks, he seems a little perfunctory, and Mrs. Yang thinks that her son is not in good spirits and needs to rest, so she gets up to leave. But suddenly remembered what happened, and said to Meng Qiulan with a straight face: "My son hasn't yet, you are wearing such plain clothes, are you careful?" ”

Meng Qiulan hurriedly lowered her head to admit her mistake, and stood with her hands down, the joy she felt because Yang Tianfeng woke up disappeared without a trace.

"Mother." Yang Tianfeng said with a smile: "My son's life is on the verge of death, Qiulan can't wear red and green, right?" Now that my son is fine, let her go and change her clothes. As he spoke, he turned his head to Meng Qiulan and said, "Just wear that pink one, I don't like it too bright." ”

Meng Qiulan raised her head slightly and gave Yang Tianfeng a grateful look.

Mrs. Yang sighed softly, and her son spoke for her daughter-in-law, which made her self-esteem suffer a little, but now is not the time to suffocate with her son.

"Mother, when my son is well, I must sell more strength so that you can hold your fat grandson as soon as possible." Yang Tianfeng smiled and comforted.

A smile bloomed on Mrs. Yang's face, and she seemed to have two little hands in her heart, scratching and tickling herself.

She nodded lightly and said with a smile: "My son is sensible, and finally understands my mother's heart." There are three unfilial pieties, no queen is the greatest, the three generations of the old Yang family are single, this grandson does not land, and my heart is always hanging. But when it comes to working hard, you also have to be more modest, you are still young, the days are still long, if you hurt your body in a hurry, it is a lifelong thing. Qiulan, serve well, you know, your man is your blessing. ”

"Mother, my daughter-in-law knows." Meng Qiulan lowered her eyebrows and nodded in response.

Old Mrs. Yang walked to the door, turned back and said, "Son, when your health is better, you and Zong Lao will have a good chat, he is the old man of our family, and it is needless to say that he is loyal." It's a bit offensive in words, but it's for your own good. Advice is against the ear, good medicine is bitter, you think about it, is this reasonable. ”

"It's the son who is wrong, he has alienated the elder of the sect, and the son listens to his mother, so he will invite the elder to come tonight." Yang Tianfeng hurriedly responded.

Seeing that Yang Tianfeng agreed, Mrs. Yang was very pleased, nodded slightly, turned around and walked out.

"Go change your clothes!" Yang Tianfeng said: "By the way, call Huzi, I have something to say." ”

"Do you want to lie down and rest for a while?" Meng Qiulan asked with concern.

Yang Tianfeng shook his head slightly, raised his chin, and said, "Go, I'm fine." ”

"I'll be back in a moment." Meng Qiulan walked to the door, turned around and whispered softly: "Yahuan is in the outer room, you can call them if you have something." ”

The room was quiet, Yang Tianfeng squinted his eyes, and looked at the God of Wealth and Guanyin Bodhisattva on the big wooden table intently. After a while, he sighed silently, it was better to ask for others than for himself, although crossing was an unbelievable thing, but he did not believe in any gods because of this.

It is not practical to preach and exaggerate, and now it is just objectively throwing him in that tragic era and at the fork in the road of national survival. When he opens his eyes, he will see the deepest wound of a people: whose homeland is burned by the fire under the gloomy sky? Whose daughter is being chased by orcs? Whose brother was mercilessly killed? Whose fathers and elders were forced to bend their knees under the coercion of obscenity? These things have really happened in history, and now they are re-reflected in front of his eyes!

Therefore, what lofty words such as loyalty and blood are mostly smearing powder on their faces. At that time, everything a person does actually comes from the most instinctive calling. Only the most instinctive is the most real.