Yao Huan woke up with a sudden high fever, sometimes falling asleep, sometimes with a splitting headache.

When she fell asleep, her dreams were varied and constantly switched, some from her past life, and some from this life that had just begun three months ago.

It's just that whether it is about the death of dependent love, or the pain of life and death, whether it is about the fate of walking alone when you are young and strong, or the various people you meet after traveling through time and space, etc., all these scenes do not bring bone-wracking horror and sorrow to the owner of the dream.

Yao Huan felt as if he was a silkworm lying on a mulberry leaf, floating silently in the chaos.

Because I have experienced the past, I am not afraid of the future.

"Life is like a box of chocolates", this line in "Forrest Gump" is applicable everywhere.

Rebirth and crossing have become hits, and the fantasy of the flavors in the chocolate box has long surpassed the cognition of film and television lines.

All classic philosophies will be continued to be interpreted and sublimated by ordinary people later with their own personalized experiences.

Not every protagonist must achieve a legend of great opening and closing, great right and wrong, but their subtle but long experience in each time and space is a concrete and gentle display of personality.

The best way to fight against the "godhead" of the false emptiness of nothingness is to show the "human" personality to the fullest.

When Yao Huan woke up, she kind of understood what the feeling in the dream was that was not easy to grasp.

"Go with the flow".

Compared with the courage of "jumping up" and the compromise of "going with the flow", the wisdom of "following the trend" is more needed.

Just like Mr. Shao said, cook Ding to solve the cow, deboned chicken feet.

By the way, when my aunt brought the first bowl of medicine the day before yesterday, she mentioned that Mr. Shao didn't have time to come over and went to engage in social activities of the literati group.

It's good, it's good, Mr. Shao, you have to come on, hurry up and become the son-in-law of the big man. If you look at those role models of the previous dynasty, Fu Bi is Yan Shu's son-in-law, Wang Gongchen is Xue Kui's son-in-law, and Cai Bian is Wang Anshi's son-in-law......

In the eyes of the powerful and nobles, as long as they are not the son-in-law of the emperor and are controlled, who will not struggle for 20 years in their official career.

What's more, Mr. Shao, you are indeed a good character, easy-going, I don't know how to learn, but the Analects of Mencius, Tang and Song poems, you don't have to open your mouth to come, presumably above the average level is the minimum. The characters are beautifully written, and they also understand food. You are simply a reduced version of Su Dongpo.

Such a person, not to mention the unparalleled national warriors, entered the Wenchen Group, no matter what, it should not be worse than those cadres who were swaying half a bucket of water in later generations.

Plato said that the greatest justice is that people with different abilities are in the right positions and perform their own duties. A person like Mr. Shao can at least be the director of a department of the central organ within the Great Song system.

The civil officials of the Northern Song Dynasty were unprecedented, and the public high salaries of those who had never come before or since, so Yao Huan felt that if he wanted to find a major shareholder who invested in a coffee shop or restaurant, Shao Qing was a very good choice.

First of all, it is necessary not to violate the discipline taboos of leading cadres. Cai Jing can open a boutique business hotel, Zhang Dian can open a heavenly and earthly club, why can't Mr. Shao and his second-generation official wife invest in Starbucks in the Northern Song Dynasty?

Secondly, everyone knows each other, understands that the other is very reliable, and there is a precedent of happy cooperation in the compensation of the land house and the education of school-age children.

Again, she is a well-known festival woman, and she has no family background and culture, so Mrs. Shao should not have other ideas. cough, it's a big deal to let Mrs. Shao be the controlling shareholder, give her dividends every month, and make her private money box bulge.

Yao Huan couldn't help laughing at herself, Mrs. Yao, you just have this little pattern, when planning for the future, it sounds good to follow the trend, to put it bluntly, it is not the word "making money".

However, when he thought of words like "archway" and "festival woman", Yao Huan became a little depressed.

A foreign scholar once said that if he was given a choice to go back to the past, he would most like to go back to the Northern Song Dynasty in China.

God let her Yao Huan come to the Northern Song Dynasty, but at the same time, God was also very imaginative, and gave a chastity archway.

In the past two months, Yao Huan was busy adapting to the new environment, collecting information about the past of the Yao family's girl, and charting his future livelihood.

However, in the backyard of Yunshan Xiaozhu that day, Zeng Wei's demeanor, expression, and voice, these carriers used by a man to express his feelings, were like a knight suddenly pulling the reins, and she was actually a little confused and uncomfortable when she experienced the life of the Great Song Dynasty, which made her surprised, confused, excited, and aftertaste.

She was convinced that she was right to retreat.

Zeng Shiro complied with her retreat, which also made her happy.

She retreated because she was suspicious of stories such as Bo Xing, and Zeng Wei answered the first question correctly, and answered on her good idea.

It is not easy for a man to grasp the subtleties that a woman cares about.

One step to the left is recklessness, and one step to the right is cowardice.

How to grasp the balance of not left and right? As Soshiro did on that day, it is.

Ahem, in fact, there is no textbook answer. But it's because, perhaps, you already have a crush on him, so his demeanor is exemplary in your eyes. If it was Liu Xi, the young marshal of Naxihe Road, who was standing opposite, he didn't say anything, didn't do anything, didn't take a step, he just breathed normally, which was probably wrong.

Yao Huan scolded enough of his own thoughts, but he still had to return to the tangled theme.

What will happen later? Forrest Gump said that piece of chocolate, if it tastes deviant, do you accept it?

Yao Huan's cranky thoughts about distraction and distraction, and his dizzy head didn't seem to hurt so much.

Before the sky darkened, Shen Fuzhi had already returned.

In the courtyard, she asked Meituan, who was guarding the small stove to decoct medicine, and then stepped into Yao Huan's house.

"Auntie, I can drink some porridge, you don't have to worry. Around the Mid-Autumn Festival, the night is comfortable, there are many tourists, and the shop is a four-person person, how can it stand up. ”

"Your uncle is in charge, don't worry."

Yes?

Yao Huan was stunned.

Uncle can, the operation to recover his ex-wife is in full swing, and there is finally a breakthrough?

Shen Fuzhi's face was as usual, and he put a big burden still in his hand on the bed and slowly opened it.

"Today, your uncle is coming to the restaurant again. Zeng Shilang went to Taixue from Guozijian to find him, and asked him to send these to you. It is said that Zeng Ti's eldest lady made you a dress and two pieces of jewelry. ”

Yao Huan said bluntly: "It should be a thing of consolation, because of the turmoil in the small building of Yunshan in Zhangdun." ”

Shen Fuzhi said: "It doesn't matter what the reason is." If the Zeng Mansion gives it openly, you will take it, wear it, and wear it. Come and see. ”

Yao Huan didn't have much strength, but he was interested in appreciating the gift, which was a good way to avoid his aunt's worries.

She got up and leaned on the pillow to pick up the clothes handed over by Shen Fuzhi.

"This Zeng family is also exquisite, and the incense on the clothes is not ordinary." Aunt muttered.

Yao Huan was stunned.

I smelled it too.

Incense.

She stroked the delicately embroidered smoky purple dogwood gown.

The sense of smell, like the sense of taste, has a memory.

This is the incense on Zeng Wei's clothes in the backyard of Yunshan Xiaozhu that day.