"It's so noisy, can you guys stop making trouble, I want to sleep for a while." Yan Yan muttered.

But the people next to her didn't seem to hear her words, or they ignored her, because Yan Yan felt that there was a pair of hands supporting her under her back and neck, and then her body swayed, it should be someone who wanted to lift her up.

"I hate it, I said don't make trouble, make trouble again, make trouble again, make trouble again, I'm really angry." Yan Yan opened his mouth, only then did he find that his throat seemed to be stuck by something, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

There was no way, since it was not easy to speak, Yan Yan had to open his eyes forcefully.

No, what kind of place is this?

A piece of white manman on his head, as if he was dead.

Wait, it must be the wrong way to open your eyes, Yan Yan quickly closed his eyes, and thought silently in his heart, Ma Li, Ma Li, Ma Li...

But who knew that Yan Yan hadn't finished reading it twice, and was suddenly thrown down, and then someone exclaimed, "Oh, it's not good, it's a corpse, it's a corpse... ”

Then, someone ran out with a rolling belt, shouting as he ran, "Cheat, cheat, cheat, madam, cheat... ”

What, a corpse?

Is this talking about me?

Yan Yan opened his eyes again.

That's right, the top of the head is indeed covered with white curtains, and, if you look back carefully, the noise of Fang Cai is not strictly speaking, but the sound of crying.

But who will tell her what the hell is going on?

When I didn't know what to do, I saw a forty-year-old face come over, just in line with Yan Yan's eyes, Yan Yan moved his eyes, the other party was so frightened that he sat on the ground, suddenly got up again, and kowtowed to Yan Yan like pounding garlic, "Miss, Miss, this is not the fault of the old slave, this is really not the fault of the old slave, the old slave is also for the reputation of the young lady, for the reputation of the Yan family... ”

"Come on, help Mother Li down, Mother Li is obscure and confused." A stern voice came in from outside.

Immediately afterwards, the person named Li's mother was dragged down.

"Mother Liu, come here, the eldest lady is probably dead, you go and close her eyes." It was still the same stern voice that said.

Grandma, you don't blink to death, this girl is alive and well, you dare to curse this girl to die, it seems that this girl has to give you something powerful.

So, Yan Yan helped his waist and sat up slowly.

"Mother, I really cheated the corpse, the eldest lady really cheated the corpse."

Several voices cried and shouted, and a few more people crawled out of the room, but there was also a bold little girl who pounced on Yan Yan and cried, crying and shouting Miss or something.

Looking at the little girl who pounced on him, Yan Yan, who realized it later, realized that something was wrong.

This scene is clearly ancient.

People dressed in linen and filial piety in ancient costumes, old-fashioned blue brick floors, windows with "*" edges, beams and wooden pillars in the house, and the title of Fang Cai, Mrs., Miss, Mother Liu or something, proper antiquity?

Could it be that Meng Meng brought me to the crew to play and let me make a cameo appearance?

Yan Yan blinked, no, she remembered, in order to celebrate graduation, several of their friends planned a graduation trip, going to the imperial capital, Yan Yan fell into the water and sank in order to save a child.

Most likely the local residents salvaged her and then held this funeral for her, and she was brought back from the dead at the funeral.

But just two seconds after this thought flashed, Yan Yan shook his head again, no matter what Fang Cai's mother Li or the little girl lying on her body now called her "Miss", and the middle-aged woman with a stern voice also called her "Miss", when did she Yan Yan become Miss?

Besides, these people's costumes are obviously the ancient costumes they have seen in the TV series, which are completely different from the costumes of modern people.

Yan Yan, who was secretly blindfolding, ignored a few pairs of eyes in the room that looked at her, one pair was the woman in her early thirties who had just come in, she was not wearing linen and filial piety, only wearing a dark green gown, a black skirt on her lower body, and a hosta simply inserted on her head, looking at her with an inquiring face.

The other was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, dressed as a maid and dressed in linen and filial piety, and cried like a tearful person, but she did not forget to look at her timidly with low eyebrows.

In addition, there are a few more daring mothers-in-law who stand in the middle of the hall or hide outside the door and poke their heads out, and the emotions in the eyes of these people are even more, some are inquiring, some are frightened, some are surprised, and of course, there is no lack of excitement.

"Madame, Madam, Miss's hand is warm, Miss is really alive, woo..." The girl who pounced on Yan Yan boldly touched her hand and interrupted Yan Yan's reverie, no, it was blind thinking.

She's not dreaming, she's not filming, she's crossing.

That's right, it's crossing.

She should have traveled to a certain young lady who had just cooled down in ancient times, and then Yan Yan realized that she was not lying on a bed, but a hardwood board, which should be a door panel to be precise.

She understands this rule, when she used to attend her grandmother's funeral in the countryside, she had the impression that when people were about to die, they were put on the door panel to breathe, and then asked the onmyoji to pick an hour to decorate the funeral, that is, she had just swallowed her breath and had not yet decorated the funeral.

No, she was about to decorate the funeral, but just now she felt that someone had lifted her, and then because she opened her eyes, the few people were frightened before throwing her back on the door panel.

Crossing, Liangliang, Miss, Mrs., maid, mother-in-law, it seems that this drama is not small, what is going on?

Yan Yan, who finally figured out her identity as a traverser, hurriedly collected her own nonsense, the most important thing for her at this moment was to break through the level in front of her, she couldn't be killed as a ghost or some other monster as soon as she woke up.

So, Yan Yan smiled at the woman in her early thirties who came in later, because she saw that those mothers-in-law and maids were not important, this woman was the mistress of this house, whether it was the clothes on her body or the momentum of her kind of superior, it was very different from the mother-in-law and maids in the room.

It's a pity, I don't know if it's just relieved, the muscles on Yan Yan's face are very stiff, even if there is no mirror, Wanwan can guess how reluctant the smile on his face is, this really responds to that sentence, the skin is not smiling.

"Hikohiko, kid, you, are you really okay? Are you alive? When the woman saw Yan Yan sit up, she pulled the corners of her mouth at her, so she boldly walked to her side, but she also stretched out her hand and touched Yan Yan's hand, and then, her eyes turned red.

"Yes." Yan Yan opened his mouth, but unfortunately, he still couldn't make a sound, so he had to nod and point to his throat.

That's good, it just happened to fulfill her, and she hasn't smoothed out these interpersonal relationships, so I don't know what to say?

But one thing she is sure of is that this woman is definitely not the mother of the deity, how can a mother watch her child come back from the dead and not rush over excitedly?

"She's my aunt." A sentence suddenly flashed in Yan Yan's mind.

Immediately after, a vague memory entered Yan Yan's mind.