It's her, it's not her!

Zhao Lan's groggy head kept jumping with these two thoughts.

But this woman's face was so much like her that Zhao Lan couldn't help but think of her as his wife who had died in his previous life.

"Shadow ...... I'm so cold, hug me ......"

Zhao Lan couldn't forget the scene when his wife died in his arms on that terrible night of the catastrophe.

Standing up with his still dizzy head, Zhao Lan shook his head, looked at the decoration in the room that was different from the blue star, and looked at the sunlight that seeped in from the papier-mâché window, and sighed helplessly.

Yes, this is already a different world, how could it be her.

I'm too obsessed with it.

There are no two identical leaves in the world, and naturally there will be no two people who are the same, not to mention, the corners of that woman's eyes don't seem to have the tears on his wife's face.

Looking at the gray Confucian robe neatly placed at the head of the bed, Zhao Lan took it over and put it on his body.

Gently opening the door, Zhao Lan stepped out of the room against the dazzling sunlight.

Outside the door, the old man Fan, who was dressed in Confucian clothes and Hanfu and had a jade stick on his head, was still lying on the wooden stake recliner made of a piece of wood, lying quietly on his back under the big tree in the corner of the courtyard, holding a book, as if he was reading carefully, and even Zhao Lan didn't pay attention when he came out.

"The kid lost his temper last night, disturbing the old gentleman and the lady, here the kid apologizes to the old gentleman, and thanks the old gentleman for saving his life."

Combined with Zhao Lan's memory in his mind, Zhao Lan walked to the old man's side and expressed his apologies half-ancient and half-modern.

After all, it was he who lost his temper yesterday, and in this era of extreme harshness to women in ancient times, he was naked in front of a woman who had not yet come out of the cabinet, which also affected the reputation of that woman somewhat.

The old man heard Zhao Lan's nondescript apology, put down the book in his hand, looked at Zhao Lan in front of him who sincerely bent down to apologize, the expression on his face did not change, he stared at Zhao Lan for about half a minute, and saw that there was no impatience on his face, so his expression softened, he got up and looked at Zhao Lan and asked, "Where is the young man from, where is he from?" ”

Zhao Lan heard the old man's question, and replied flatly: "My surname is Zhao Minglan, and he is a native of Kaifeng, Henan." ”

"Bianjing people?"

The old man was a little stunned when he heard Zhao Lan report to his home, and then frowned and asked, "Even if you are from Bianjing, why did you end up here, and why did you have scars all over your body?" ”

Zhao Lan smiled helplessly: "I went out in the downstream study, but I never thought that I would meet a group of bandits. Halfway through speaking, Zhao Lan arched his hand at the old man and asked, "I hope the old gentleman will tell me where this is." ”

"This is the boundary of Chuzhou."

Chuzhou?

Zhao Lan knew about Chuzhou, and in his previous life, he had overheard someone say that since he was the overlord of Western Chu, that land has always been called Chu Land, which can be regarded as a kind of respect for Xiang Yu by those in power.

In that case, he is not far from the Tianyungang where he was when he first came to this world, and the world is really a little bizarre.

At the moment when Zhao Lan was stunned, the old man put the book on the desk beside him, took out a small wooden stake from the side, threw it at Zhao Lan's feet, and beckoned to him, "Sit down." ”

After thanking him, Zhao Lan sat on the stake, looked at the fence of the hut and a few small vegetable gardens on his side, and asked the old man, "I haven't asked the old gentleman for his name." ”

The old man glanced at Zhao Lan, took a small teapot from the desk, took a sip at the spout, and then replied to Zhao Lan: "The old man's surname is Fan Zhonglin." ”

Fan Zhonglin, Zhao Lan muttered silently twice in his mouth, and then said with surprise on his face: "The old gentleman is not Wen Zhenggong's ......"

Fan Zhonglin nodded, took another sip of the spout, and touched the beard on his chin: "My cousin is the nickname Wenzheng." ”

Zhao Lan was suddenly a little shocked, lying down, Fan Zhongyan is his cousin! That's the man of God who worries about the world first, and rejoices after the world.

But......

Fan Zhongyan lived to be sixty-four years old, and it has been sixteen years since his death, Zhao Lan looked at the old man Fan in front of him, and couldn't see that this thing had lived to be eighty years old.

Old man Fan saw Zhao Lan's strange gaze at him, and he immediately frowned dissatisfiedly and asked, "Boy, what kind of eyes are you, don't you believe it?" ”

Zhao Lan shook his head, then looked at Fan Zhonglin, and asked suspiciously, "I don't know how old Fan is long." ”

"The old man Jingde was born in the first year, and he has been sixty years old so far."

Fan Zhonglin pinched his fingers, looking complacent.

Indeed, for people like those who were fifty years old and half stepped into a coffin, they could indeed be proud to live to be in their sixties.

It's just that you're sixteen years younger than your cousin, so that's too ......

Zhao Lan was speechless for a while.

While the two were chatting, a girl in a yellow dress appeared outside the fence and walked into the courtyard.

Zhao Lan hurriedly got up and leaned over to the woman in the yellow dress: "I disturbed the lady yesterday, and I hope the lady will not blame me." ”

This Song Dynasty, I don't know who set the rules, those big girls and little girls have to be called other people's ladies, Zhao Lan always feels that the shouting is inexplicable, and there is always an illusion that he seems to have become the husband of the public.

The girl in the yellow dress shook her head, bowed to Zhao Lan, and walked towards the door.

Zhao Lan looked at the back of the girl in the yellow dress, and couldn't come back to her senses.

It's too similar, every time she sees her face, Zhao Lan's heart is constantly struggling, constantly telling herself that this is another world, and this woman is not her.

"If it weren't for the fact that Yunzhu happened to go to the beach to worship her parents a few days ago, and happened to see your kid fainting on the shore, I'm afraid that your little life would be explained there."

It wasn't until the girl in the yellow dress walked into the room for a long time that Zhao Lan turned around and just sat down, when she heard Fan Zhonglin sigh leisurely, and was suddenly a little surprised: "You said she went to the beach to worship her parents?" Isn't she your daughter? ”

Fan Zhonglin shook his head, with a look of pity on his face, and sighed: "When the old man met her ten years ago, she was being tied up by those fishermen in the village and ready to be burned to death. When the old man saw his pity, he stepped forward to stop him. After learning from those fishermen, it turned out that the five members of this girl's family, father and brother, went out to sea to fish, and all of them were in trouble, leaving only her crazy mother and her. Her mother then committed suicide by throwing herself into the sea, and after that, rumors spread in the fishing village that this girl was a scourge of the sea. The old man had no choice but to save the girl, take her as a righteous daughter, take her away from the fishing village, and settle here. ”

"When Yunzhu girl found you at that time, she only had one breath left, if she hadn't insisted on saving you, the old man and the others would have given up on you a long time ago."

Fan Zhonglin took a sip of tea and said with a big grin, not caring about the speechless expression on Zhao Lan's face.

Healer's parents' hearts, has your heart been eaten by dogs?