Out of the yard, Wu Chunhong regretted it more and more.

I can't go to Linjia Village, I can't go back to my mother's house, and now even Yang Niancong doesn't want herself, where should she go?

Suddenly, she remembered her brother.

Although the second brother was injured some time ago, he will still be lying in bed, but isn't there a third brother?

I heard that the third brother has been mixing well outside in the past two years, and the most important thing is that I heard that the third brother has come back in the past two days.

"Looks like I'll have to go to him and think of ideas." Otherwise, she really wouldn't even have a place to live.

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The next day was Sunday, and Yun Qing didn't sleep lazy and woke up early.

Lying on the bed, she was still a little dazed, slowly recalling the dream that woke her up just now.

She dreamed that she was back in her previous life, those trembling days in the capital.

She has a cowardly personality, and when she first arrived in Kyoto, she was not only not accepted by the dealer's people, but also not treated by everyone outside.

People with high status always look contemptuous when they see her, while people with low status are jealous that she can enter the door of the dealer's house, and they are eager to step on her all the time.

It seems that if she married Zhuang Yue, she became a sinner through the ages who was not forgiven.

In this life, it was like a matter of course with Zhuang Yue, and she couldn't believe it.

Yun Qing muttered softly and sat up slowly: "It would be nice if I could live a plain life like now." ”

But she understands that it is impossible.

His identity is destined to not be too peaceful in the future.

Maybe at this time, Zhuang Yue's picky mother was already angry.

With the woman Li Meilian here, she didn't doubt that the people in the dealer would not know what was going on here.

"Forget it, I don't want to do so much, let's take one step at a time."

My parents and older siblings are still waiting for me to return.

Thinking of his family, Yun Qing, who was still a little depressed just now, was immediately full of strength again.

He jumped out of bed neatly, folded the quilt, picked up the white enamel face bottle on the wooden shelf, and walked out of the door.

Because it was a Sunday, the Lin family got up later than usual.

On the other side of the main house, except for Lin Mumei, who was lighting a fire and cooking wood, preparing to make breakfast, everyone else was still sleeping.

Meihua, who was holding a messy little curly hair, heard the sound and turned her head.

Seeing that it was her, he snorted through his nostrils, then turned around and squatted on the ground again to light the fire.

They are now disgusted with each other, and Yun Qing doesn't have a good face for her.

With a faint glance, he turned around and walked out of the courtyard gate, ready to go to the river to fetch water.

The morning sun gently caresses the first corner of the small mountain village, and the birds squeak happily in the trees.

Slowly, the peaceful village began to come alive.

The weather was good, Yunqing was in a good mood, and after walking through the small stone road in the grove, she soon came to the upper reaches of the river.

She is used to fetching water here, quiet, and there are no people to pick it up.

Then, where there were no people in the past, today is different.

"Wu Chunhong?"

Seeing the familiar red figure, Yun Qing was stunned.

How did she end up in Linjia Village?

And at such an early age?

Yun Qing's heart moved, and he suddenly remembered what happened in his previous life, and the alarm bell in his heart immediately rang.

Especially when she saw that the man who was following Wu Chunhong was still carrying an earthy yellow hemp cloth bag on his shoulder, she immediately realized that something was wrong.

"Stop!"

Yun Qing grabbed the basin in his hand, shouted while rushing down the river embankment, and chased after the two who were about to take off their shoes and cross the river.