Yang Qiuchi waved his hand and stood up, his feet were a little fluttering, and his tongue was a little unstraight: "Wait, wait a while, I, I'll make a nest for Xiao Hei first, otherwise, I, we sleep, I, where does my Xiao Hei sleep?" Squatting down and touching the little black dog's head, and touching the little black dog's mouth, he lowered his head and touched the little black dog's nose with his nose, "Isn't it, small, little black is obedient!" ”

The little black dog's two little front legs kept pulling, leaning his neck, and affectionately sticking out his tongue and licking Yang Qiuchi's face.

Mother Yang said: "You have drunk like this, let it sleep wherever you want tonight for one night, and talk about it tomorrow." ”

"Well, that's not going to happen!" Yang Qiuchi raised his head and said with a straight face, "Xiaoxue, do we have any planks at home?" ”

Feng Xiaoxue looked at her husband with a smile while washing the dishes: "Yes, next to the firewood pile in the courtyard outside." After a pause, he said, "You still listen to your mother, go to bed first, and then make a nest for him tomorrow, okay?" ”

Yang Qiuchi's tongue didn't listen to the call, he didn't bother to say more, pushed open the door and went out into the yard, staggered to the firewood, bent down and picked up a wooden board and looked at it, this is the short wooden board sawed down by people repairing the house, it is enough to make a kennel, turned his head and shouted loudly: "Xiaoxue!" ”

"Whoa!" Feng Xiaoxue answered in the house, put down the half-washed bowl, wiped her hands on her apron, walked to the door and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"Do we have hammers, nails, and saws?"

"Yes!"

"Bring it to me!" Yang Qiuchi said drunkenly, his tone non-negotiable.

Feng Xiaoxue had no choice but to agree, found these few things, took them to the yard and handed them to Yang Qiuchi, and then went into the inner room, lit a lamp next to the window of the room, and the two lights in the room came out, and the courtyard was much brighter.

Yang Qiuchi rolled up his sleeves and began to repair the kennel. The little black dog squatted aside and watched Yang Qiuchi busy. In a short time, the kennel was repaired.

Feng Xiaoxue had already washed the dishes and chopsticks and cleaned up the room, watched from the side, and saw that Yang Qiuchi had repaired the kennel, so she ran into the room and found an old cotton coat and handed it to Yang Qiuchi.

Yang Qiuchi smiled knowingly, he folded the old cotton clothes and put them in the kennel, patted the little black dog's buttocks gently, and pointed to the kennel: "Xiao Hei, this is your home, go in!" ”

Xiao Heihuan jumped and ran to the kennel, sniffed it, got into it with a cat's waist, turned around and lay in the kennel, with a pointed chin lying on the side of the door, looking very comfortable. Feng Xiaoxue took a bowl of water with a small porcelain bowl and put it next to the kennel. Put together the porcelain bowl that just served the puppy's meat and bones.

At this time, there were a few muffled thunders in the dark sky, and in a moment, a few lightning bolts illuminated the sky, and darkness returned in an instant, and a few raindrops crackled on Yang Qiuchi's face, and with a tilt of his neck, Yang Qiuchi looked at the rolling haze in the sky: "I'm afraid it's going to rain." I'm afraid the rain won't be light. ”

Feng Xiaoxue stretched out her hand and felt it: "Yes, husband, the kennel is also ready, let's go into the house and rest early." ”

As soon as he heard this, Yang Qiuchi began to feel hot all over, the woman next to him was his wife, he had a daughter-in-law, he could have sex with her tonight, ...... in the bed, Yang Qiuchi felt his heart beat wildly, and turned his head to look at Feng Xiaoxue.

Feng Xiaoxue seemed to sense Yang Qiuchi's emotion, smiled gently, and gently leaned on her husband's shoulder.

Yang Qiuchi squinted, and saw the shocking black spot on Feng Xiaoxue's left face, and his heart was sour, what a woman, hey! God really doesn't have long eyes.

Yang Qiuchi staggered to his feet and entered the room with one foot in the depths. Feng Xiaoxue followed behind and also entered the house, looking back and latching the door.

Yang Qiuchi picked up the curtain and entered the back room. The inner room was slightly larger than the outside, and by the windowsill was an earthen kang, and at one end stood a small cabinet with a thin quilt and two small pillows. A small square table is placed in the middle of the kang. Feng Xiaoxue lowered her head and walked over, knelt on the bed and climbed a few steps, took down the small oil lamp that had just been lit on the windowsill to nail the kennel for Yang Qiuchi, and gently placed it on the small square table on the kang. Then he sat on the edge of the kang, glanced at Yang Qiuchi, and lowered his head silently.

Facing the door in the room, there is a high cabinet, I don't know how many years it has been used, gray and black are old, and the original paint color can no longer be seen. The rest of the place, except for two benches and a small toilet, was empty.

Yang Qiuchi slowly walked to the side of the kang and sat down silently, without looking at Feng Xiaoxue.

Is this your own home? Home in the Ming Dynasty? Traveling back to the Ming Dynasty for hundreds of years, is it such a poor home that greets you? Yang Qiuchi was a little disappointed, but what could he do? He turned his head slightly and glanced at Feng Xiaoxue on the other side of the small square table, this is his wife, a supple and considerate little woman. It's a pity...... Alas~!

The rain outside is rustling down and hitting the window, how are mom and dad? They may have known that something had happened to them, and they might have found their corpse in the modern world, but they certainly didn't know that their son had traveled through time and space to the Ming Dynasty hundreds of years ago. They must have cried very sadly, especially Mom.

Thinking of his mother, Yang Qiuchi's heart was sour. After her mother was admitted to college, every time she went to the station to take the train back to school at the end of the holiday, her mother hid in the house and never sent herself. Later, his father told him that he knew that his mother was hiding in the house alone and crying secretly, and she didn't send herself because she was afraid that she would see her cry.

Now, my mother must be crying very sadly, his only son is dead, she must be stroking her corpse and crying, what about Dad, Dad is very strong on the outside, but he is still full of tenderness in his heart, and he is very strict with himself, but Yang Qiuchi knows that his father's love for him is no less than that of his mother.

Yang Qiuchi silently thought about his parents hundreds of years later, tears fell, wine poured up, and his body shook.

Feng Xiaoxue jumped off the edge of the kang, supported Yang Qiuchi, who was crying silently and crumbling, and said anxiously: "Husband, what's wrong with you?" Don't cry, Xiaoxue is by your side. Don't cry. "It's like coaxing a child.

Alas~! I am already dead, Yang Qiuchi's body leaned towards Feng Xiaoxue weakly, still sad: I am dead in modern society, reincarnated, no, I was resurrected in the Ming Dynasty hundreds of years ago, my thoughts are still my own thoughts, but this stinky skin is someone else's, and the woman holding me is also someone else's.

Yang Qiuchi raised his teary eyes and looked at Feng Xiaoxue, this woman's husband was dead, and he left this body to himself, so that he could be reborn. Since he occupies his body, the old mother and wife he left behind, I must care for them as my own mother and wife, so that they can live happily.

Yang Qiuchi didn't dare to put his face against Feng Xiaoxue's bulging chest. Feng Xiaoxue hugged Yang Qiuchi tightly into her arms, patting him on the back with one hand, she didn't know why her husband was crying, and she would never have imagined that her original husband was only a shell, and his soul had been replaced by a young man hundreds of years later.

In the past, the husband would only eat, drink, gamble, and go home drunk to beat his wife, but now, after the husband was swept away by the strange wind, he came back safely and became a good husband, a good person who knows how to feel sorry for himself. She silently thanked God in her heart, if her husband could treat herself like this in the future, then she would die immediately, and it would be worth it.

Feng Xiaoxue hugged Yang Qiuchi tightly and said softly, "Husband, let's go to chuang to rest." ”

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