"Hao'er......, Hao'er......, woo woo, it's all my mother's fault, you shouldn't ...... at all You shouldn't be reincarnated in this world...... you have suffered in this life, you can find a good family in the next life, but don't suffer such grievances again......"

There was a crying sound in his ears, and Yang Decheng's consciousness gradually woke up: "Am I hospitalized?" Who is crying to death next to this, it's really unlucky......"

Just thinking of this, suddenly some chaotic thoughts came to him, stuffing his head: This is the Bazhou City of the Great Song Kingdom, and I am Ding Hao, the concubine of the Ding family......

Yang Decheng was taken aback, and opened his eyes suddenly, and when he opened his eyes, he was even more surprised, the sunset reflected the scenery in the house a little dim. Lying on his back on the couch, he saw the beams above his head, thick logs, and purlins like ribs on both sides, not even bearing dust, some like the old house he lived in the town orphanage when he was a child, and it was definitely not the scene that should be in the hospital.

Slowly turning his head to look, the door rails and window lattices, antique, look a little old. A woman in a pale green shirt was pounced on him in mourning and pain, and her chest was wet with a large patch, but because she was leaning over, she could only see her crow hair, but she could not see her face clearly.

Yang Decheng never thought that such a strange thing would happen to him, his lips trembled, but he couldn't even say a word. Those chaotic thoughts melted into his memories again, making his mind even more confused......

He is a member of the Ding family, called Ding Hao. The Ding family is the largest landlord in Bazhou, with thousands of hectares of fertile land, and the head of the family, Ding Tingxun, is a famous local squire. Because the Ding family has millions of rice grains and is located in the northwest, it has always been mainly to sell military rations to the border army, which is not only rich and powerful, but also has strong power, and is the leading famous family in Bazhou City.

Ding Hao's mother was originally a servant girl of the Ding family, and the old lady Ding once had her after drinking and gave birth to Ding Hao. In this era, the concubine's son had a humble status, equivalent to a servant, and his mother, who didn't even have the status of a concubine, so his status was no different from that of an ordinary servant of the Ding family.

Mr. Ding has two sons and a daughter, the eldest son Ding Chengzong is now in charge of housework for the old lady, and the eldest daughter Ding Yuluo has promised a family, but unfortunately her fiancé died early due to illness and has not yet married. The second son, Ding Chengye, is eighteen years old and is a prodigal man. Master Ding continued Zhou's family, and now has a daughter, who is eight years old

"How is it possible, did I borrow the corpse to resurrect my soul and fall into this Ding Hao's body, or did this Ding Hao inexplicably possess my memory?" The two memories intersected, causing him to have a splitting headache and nausea, and he couldn't tell who he was for a while.

…… I remembered that it was the cold winter season, and I had a high fever for a few days, but the day before yesterday, the second young master Ding Chengye was going to a friend's banquet, and he still had to wait for the horse to drive him into the city. He and those young masters were drinking and having fun in the warm pavilion, but he stood outside the door for half a night "Feng Liu", but as soon as he came back, his condition worsened, so that he fainted and did not wake up......

All this came to mind one by one, Yang Decheng was shocked and horrified, how could there be such an unbelievable thing? Could it be that it has been crossed? He has read a lot of books and watched some movies about time and space, but he never believes that there is such a thing in the world, even if the time black hole that scientists say is theoretically real, it can't be compared to him, but everything in front of him ...... Could it be that the net bottle that the madman Lao Xu hit on his head was really an antique, or an antique with mana? Yang Decheng was really a little confused.

Yang threw himself on his breathless son and cried bitterly. His son has really suffered since he was a child, even if he is a child of an ordinary farmer, he does not suffer as much. He has a father, but he is like a child without a father. Obviously born in a wealthy family, but he never had enough snacks and clothing, and he was worse than a child from an ordinary tenant family, just because Mrs. Ding was afraid that he would be known as his illegitimate son and tarnish his reputation, not only did he refuse to give him half a penny, but he was even harsher than an ordinary servant.

The son was obviously in a high fever, and the second young master asked him to set up a car and wait for him to travel in the heavy snow. When the son came back, he fell to the ground, and Lang Zhong on the Yang Zhuangzi saw it and said that it was very dangerous for the high fever to not go away, and maybe the great doctor Xu in Bazhou City could save his life. But when the old man heard that he was going to send a car to take him to the city for treatment, he had to ask Dr. Xu, who was once the imperial doctor, to diagnose and treat him, but he instructed indifferently: "An ordinary servant in the village is sick, how can there be a reason to send a carriage to Dr. Xu for diagnosis and treatment, and spread it out, and the Bazhou gentry still don't think that I have no rules and mess up the dignity and humility?" A small fever, what does it matter, let the Lang Zhong in the village diagnose and treat it wholeheartedly. ”

Just delayed like this, seeing his son swallow his breath, after the old man knew, he was silent for a long time, but he only lightly ordered to prepare a thin coffin and bury it tomorrow, he was really ruthless. The Yang family knew that their mother and son were a very undignified existence in the eyes of the master, and he wished that his mother and son would disappear from this world cleanly, and he had regarded their mother and son as members of the Ding family.

When the pearl fetus was secretly knotted, the old man sent Lang Zhong to beat the child. At that time, I really should have relied on him, but I couldn't bear it, and at the same time I had a trace of fantasy, hoping that once I had a son, the lord would be able to soften his heart and accept her as a concubine, which could be regarded as a name. But who knew that Ding Tingxun, who came from the heirloom of Xushili and a scholarly family, had always regarded his absurd incident as a scandal, and it was too late to cover it up, who was willing to accept her as an ordinary girl from a village as a concubine.

The son was born, and her monthly silver rose, but she was also kicked out of the back house and sent to the dining room of the outer house to be a cook......

Yang not only cried for his son, but also felt sorry for himself, and he was almost out of breath in grief. Yang Decheng was lying there, this period of time has already figured out the cause and effect, seeing the woman next to him crying miserably, although it is the first time to meet, there is no mother-son relationship, or a miserable heart, he slowly stretched out his hand, was trying to arouse Yang, the footsteps outside the door were heavy, a black and fat man burst in, and before the person entered the house, he roared urgently: "Aunt Yang, is Dumb's illness better?" ”

This fat man's surname is Xue Mingliang, nicknamed Zhen Zhu'er, and he has the best relationship with Ding Hao, Ding Hao has been shy since he was a child, and he is often bullied, and it is the fat Xue Liang who supports him, and the two are not brothers and brothers. Yesterday, Ding Ershao went to the Chengdong Qu Painting Museum, stayed at the girl's place until this time returned, Xue Liang drove with him, and was always worried about his brother's illness.

Yang said with tears: "Xiaoliang, Hao'er is ......"

Before Yang finished speaking, Xue Liang was already happy: "Dumb, are you awake?" I'm in a hurry to die this whole day, just wake up. ”

"What?" Yang raised his head with tears in his eyes, and when he saw that his son was really looking at her with his eyes open, he couldn't help but be surprised and delighted: "Son, you are still alive, you are still alive, my son......"

Yang cried with joy and hugged Yang Decheng in his arms. Yang Decheng was held in her arms, thinking of the half of his life when he was young and miserable, his heart couldn't help but feel sour, and he subconsciously called: "Mother......"

This voice of the mother screamed very bitterly, and I don't know if I was pitying the Yang family, who had suffered a hard life in this life and lost my biological son, or I remembered my biological parents who couldn't even remember their faces.

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