That night, Du Xiaomeng had a high fever. I asked the doctor to come for diagnosis and treatment, and I poured medicine and pricked a few silver needles, although the fever subsided, but the person did not wake up.

Zhan Qi stood in front of the bed and looked down at Du Xiaomeng who was sleeping, reached out to touch the scars on her face that began to scab, and when she was about to touch it, she withdrew her hand, a helpless smile flashed on her face, and she whispered: "I didn't expect you to hate me so much." I'm sorry, but I'll stay away from you from now on and won't bother you anymore. ”

After that, with a disappointed face, he turned around and walked out, and before going out, he turned his head to look at Du Xiaomeng again, paused for a moment and resolutely turned around and continued to walk out.

Zhan Ren and Zhan Yi stood outside the door, and when they saw Zhan Qi coming out of it, both of them had expressions on their faces that they wanted to say something. Zhan Qi looked at the two of them and said, "Second brother, third brother, take good care of your father and little sister." As for Miss Du, if she wakes up, if you are willing to live here, you will take good care of her; If she doesn't want to stay, you can arrange a place for her. ”

Inside the house, Du Xiaomeng, who was lying quietly on the bed, her eyelids moved slightly, she heard what Zhan Qi said, she wanted to get up and tell him that she didn't hate him, she wanted to run out and keep him, but she couldn't. At this moment, she was trapped in the courtyard where she first met Xiang'er, and there was still a Xiang'er standing under the big tree in the courtyard, and Xiang'er was clutching her hand tightly, with tears in her eyes.

Du Xiaomeng wanted to say something, wanted to break away from Xiang'er's hand, but she couldn't move or make any sound.

Xiang'er raised her head to wipe away the tears in her eyes, her eyes gradually became firm, and she looked at Du Xiaomeng with a very soft but clear voice: "I love Your Highness." ”

The simple four words hit Du Xiaomeng's head like a hammer.

Xiang'er let go of Du Xiaomeng's hand, as soon as her hand was released, Du Xiaomeng felt a powerful force pulling her body, Xiang'er, the courtyard was getting farther and farther away from her, and her consciousness was gradually lost.

Time and space changed, Du Xiaomeng, who didn't know why she had passed through the ancient times, returned to the world that originally belonged to her without knowing why.

Two months later.

Lightning and thunder thundered in the dark sky above the city, followed by a flash of lightning followed by a thunderclap. In this lightning and thunder, Du Xiaomeng was awakened. With her shoulder-length black hair, she sat up and hugged the quilt for a while before getting out of bed, walked to the window with her bare feet on the cold floor, opened the curtains, stood by the window and looked at the scenery downstairs from the height of the twentieth floor.

Heart, I don't know why it feels empty, empty and uncomfortable. Since she woke up from the hospital, she has always felt like she had forgotten something very important, but she clearly remembers her past, and even the names of the classmates who sat in front of her in elementary school and junior high school, so what important things do she not remember?

My best friend Yang Xiaoer said that it may be because she hit her head before and was in a coma in the hospital for two days, as long as she recovers, it will not be like this. However, she has been discharged from the hospital for more than a month, and the injury on the back of her head has almost recovered, and she has begun to go back to the company for a week, but the depressed feeling of forgetting something and hollowing out her heart is lingering, but it is getting tighter and tighter for her.

She feels that her current state is very abnormal, and it has seriously affected her daily life and work. It couldn't go on like this, so she picked up her mobile phone and dialed Yang Xiaoer's number: "Xiao'er, I'm going to take a few days off to go back to the countryside." ”

Yang Xiao'er on the other end of the phone replied very cheerfully: "Go ahead." It doesn't matter how many days you go back. I asked Uncle Chen to come and take you back. ”

"Don't bother Uncle Chen, I'll take the direct bus back."

"No, you can't!" Yang Xiao'er was very resolute, "Wait, I'll let Uncle Chen go over to find you!" ”

couldn't help but say something more to Du Xiaomeng, and Yang Xiaoer simply hung up the phone neatly. Since Yang Xiaoer is so insistent, Du Xiaomeng can't refuse her kindness. Hurriedly went to freshen up and change clothes, and after putting a few changes of clothes, toiletries and a sleeping bag in the suitcase, Uncle Chen's special car came downstairs in the community.

It's about a three-hour drive from the city you're in to a small town in the countryside. On the way, Du Xiaomeng looked at the scenery outside the car in a daze, and watched the prosperity of the city surrounded by lightning and thunder outside the car gradually turn into a quiet township in the green oil field, and she finally returned to her hometown. This is a small town divided by a river into east and west of the river, where there is a grandfather who once lived and loved her very much, and there is an old house left by his grandfather. My grandfather's old house was located in an old part of the town, and cars in the narrow alleys couldn't get in. Du Xiaomeng asked Uncle Chen to park the car in front of the restaurant opposite the town station, and after having lunch with Uncle Chen, he said goodbye to him.

When the redbuds are in full bloom on both sides of the river, the flowers of the purple or red trees will set off a romantic scenery along the banks of the river. Du Xiaomeng came out of the restaurant and did not greet the passenger motorcycles parked on the side of the road, but chose to walk back along the shade of the trees while admiring the flowers while stepping on the colorful fallen flowers on the ground. The town is not very big, and my grandfather's old house is not in the middle of nowhere, and it takes about 20 minutes to walk.

The old lot where the old house is located is on the west side of the river, and this area is mostly a two-storey old house with several families connected by wall, but many of the neighbors in the vicinity have moved away, and there is no one walking around.

The exterior walls of the old house left by my grandfather are black and peeling in some places, the threshold that has not been walked around for many years is covered with a layer of moss, and the locked iron door is also rusty. Du Xiaomeng took out the key and took a lot of effort to open the lock on the iron door, and after opening the iron door, he had to open the lock on the old wooden door inside, and he tossed for a while before opening all the locks. After brushing away the thick dust that had accumulated on the wooden doorknob, twisting the doorknob and turning the latch open, the creaking wooden door was pushed open, and a thick, watery musty smell and darkness hit the room.

Du Xiaomeng turned on the nearest lamp, turned around and closed the iron door, put the suitcase and backpack, took out his mobile phone and made a call to report to Yang Xiaoer that he was safe, then inserted the mobile phone into his trouser pocket, and then rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen to get a basin of water to prepare for hygiene. Although this house has been vacant for many years, my grandfather left a little money before he died, and entrusted his friends to help take care of the house, so this house has never been cut off from water and electricity, and someone will come over to make incense during the New Year's holiday. Fortunately, someone helped take care of the old house, and Du Xiaomeng was able to go through all kinds of changes and relocate many times before she could get back the key to the old house.

Ever since her life had settled down a few years earlier, she would come back every time she had a troubled thing that was difficult to express, and this old house, with memories of the happy days of her childhood, seemed to have a healing magic, and every time she lived in this house for three or two days, her mood would calm down.

She opened all the windows, roughly wiped down the countless tables and chairs in the house, went up to the second floor with a basin of clean water, wiped the altar that enshrined the ancestral tablets and the photos of her grandparents, and then put a few pillars of fragrance on the photos of her grandparents. When she had done this, she went downstairs to her grandfather's bookcase, opened the glass door and looked at the books inside. Since her grandfather's death, she has kept this five-story bookcase half a head taller than her in its original state, and has not touched the books inside, and the yellowed and musty books contained in it are basically several rounds older than her, and some are even old thread-bound ancient books. My grandfather had been a Chinese teacher all his life, and he used to teach her to read and write on the black wooden square table in front of this bookcase, and from time to time he took out different books from the cabinet to tell her the stories inside. Now the building is empty, leaving only this cabinet of books in place.

Du Xiaomeng looked at the neatly arranged books in the cabinet with a sigh, and her eyes swept over one book after another, until her gaze fell on the "Selected Translations of Ancient Chinese Fables" on the middle floor of the bookshelf. Her mind was flooded with images of the fable her grandfather had read to her, and her hand couldn't help but reach for the fable translation and pull it out of the shelf.

Or it was left in the vacant room for too long and was contaminated by the moisture in the air, those books were a little tight together, Du Xiaomeng moved the books next to him in the process of pulling the translation, and while taking out the translation, the two books on the left and right also fell down at the same time. In a chain reaction, all the other books on that floor were reversed towards the vacant place in the middle.

Du Xiaomeng hurriedly picked up the two books that fell to the ground, flipped through them and checked them to make sure that there was no problem, and then stood up straight to tidy up the books on the shelves, and at this time, she found that there was a yellowed box behind the fallen books. She remembered that every time her grandfather had a book that he found interesting but had never read to his granddaughter, he would put the book in the box and read it to her when his granddaughter came back. Du Xiaomeng didn't think much about it, moved the book a little, took out the box and put it on the wooden table, and opened it carefully.

Inside the box was indeed a book that Du Xiaomeng had never seen before. It was an old yellowed line-bound book, with a dark blue cover, and in the middle of the right side there were four block letters "The Biography of Qi Yang General", and in the lower position were "Scattered people from all over the world".

Seeing the word "Qi Yang", Du Xiaomeng's heartbeat involuntarily increased a few beats. Qi Yang, Qi Yang, these two words are so familiar, I seem to have heard them there, but I can't remember when and where I heard them for a while. She took out the book with doubts, it was not thick, it was about ten pages.

She took the book out of the box, and found a small zippered cloth bag for jewelry, the red bag had faded a little, and there were mold marks in the corners. Du Xiaomeng put the book aside, took out the small cloth bag, opened it, and shook out a white thing from it.

The white thing fell on Du Xiaomeng's palm, cold and cold. It was a half-gossip-shaped, white jade-like thing, seeing it, Du Xiaomeng only felt that her head seemed to be knocked hard by something, and at the same time, a very familiar voice seemed to be speaking in her ear:

"I want to give you the contents of the box."

"Xiaomeng, I'm very sincere, don't you run, okay?"

"To or not, I just want an answer from you, and I won't embarrass you."

"Xiaomeng, would you like to accept my gift?"

This familiar voice, as well as the words that seemed to have been heard just yesterday, made Du Xiaomeng's face suddenly bloodless. She hurriedly picked up the book on the side and opened it to read the contents, the beginning of the home page reads "Liangyi Jade", and the next sentence is "The surname of the loyal general is Zhan Ming and the word Jihuai".

Seeing the words "Zhan Qi", Du Xiaomeng's hand holding the book shook violently, and her face became even paler. This name was more familiar than the word "Qi Yang", and an inexplicable emotion gradually surged up from the bottom of her heart, and soon spread to her whole body, making her tremble uncontrollably.

Du Xiaomeng seemed to remember something, but some pictures just flashed from his mind, and he could only grasp a few fragments, and he couldn't spell out the complete picture without a clue.

Du Xiaomeng struggled to control her emotions, sat down and continued to read the content of the book with a slightly trembling hand.

Thanks to the teaching and edification of his grandfather back then, although Du Xiaomeng is not proficient in classical Chinese, he can still understand the general meaning. After reading a copy of "The Biography of Qi Yang", she held the book blankly, and some lost memories seeped into her mind bit by bit, slowly filling her heart that had been empty since she woke up from the hospital.