Ye Ying'er wondered if she had crossed over, how could she lie on the bed well, wake up and lie on the cold stone slab, there was a collapsed thatched house on the side, and she could still hear the sound of gurgling water, and there should be a river nearby.

A burst of headaches hit, and she reached out to wipe the blood in one hand. She covered her forehead and was about to sit up, when a figure quickly rushed towards her, and Ye Ying'er was suddenly pressed underneath. Oops, my old waist!

"Second lady, you don't die, please, don't scare Yuanyuan, I will definitely be beaten to death by Da Lang, woo woo ......"

I was overwhelmed, "cough, cough ......,"

"Second lady, you're not dead, great, wow......"

Ye Ying'er said helplessly: "Hurry up, if you don't die, you will be crushed to death." ”

The figure straightened up and sat on the ground, "Second lady, you're scared to death!" ”

It is worthy of being called Yuanyuan, a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, with few taels of flesh on her body, but her face is round.

Ye Yinger tried and didn't sit up, hey, this waist really hurts, it was crushed by a stone, right?

Another voice came over and grabbed the sky, "Xi'er, Xi'er, are you okay, my son......"

A middle-aged beautiful woman ran over, fortunately, this lady was quite reliable, and did not press her, but just picked her up and shook her.

Are you all looking at yourself with your eyes open? Shake it for a few miles, it's almost falling apart, "Well, I'm fine." ”

"Her mother, let me go, you are uncomfortable holding Yunxi, hurry up and put her on the shelf, and hurry up to find Lang Zhong for diagnosis and treatment." Finally came to understand, Yunxi breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes with reassurance. The brain is a little messy, take a break first.

After a while, Yunxi was carried to the bed in a room by the shelf, and from the shouts of Yuanyuan and the others, Ye Ying'er knew the reason for her bleeding. Today, when it was time to take a nap at noon, the little girl woke up early, and when the maid was still asleep, she sneaked out and went to the village entrance to play. At noon, there was no one at the entrance of the village, so she naughtily climbed to a persimmon tree on the edge of the land temple, and then, tragically, fell from the tree, first smashed the land temple, and then fell diagonally to the ground, hit her head on a big rock, and over.

Fortunately, a child saw it and ran to her house to report the news, first bumped into Yuanyuan halfway, and then notified her father, which led to the previous scene.

Facing a group of unfamiliar faces, Ye Yinger was depressed, and shouted in her heart: "What to do, what to do?" I think of the landlord, but ......"

Half an hour after she was carried back, an old man finally came panting, first ointment the wound, and then opened the pulse, leaving a few packets of requiocating Chinese medicine.

After some tossing, Ye Yinger finally reluctantly accepted the reality, wrapped herself in a warm quilt, and looked at the people in this room.

The beautiful woman who claimed to be her mother sat on the edge of the bed, with tears in her eyes, and gently touched her forehead, "There is a lot of blood, Xi'er, is it still uncomfortable?" ”

There was also a man who was said to be her father, who also looked at her with concern, and a teenage girl and a boy of five or six years old, all of whom were crying. These should be her family.

It's good that she has a family, in her previous life she was an orphan, she was thrown at the door of the welfare home and raised by the welfare home, although she is used to living alone, but this does not mean that she does not want her relatives. I have imagined countless times that my parents will suddenly come to the welfare home one day to find me. She herself often sat on the side of the road, watching people come and go, fantasizing that a mother who looked exactly like herself would suddenly come out. It's a pity that when she grew to thirty, she didn't have a dream come true.

Now it's okay, I have parents, sisters and brothers, listen to them, I also have an elder brother who is studying in the school, there are so many relatives, Ye Yinger feels that she should thank God, especially the land god.

Ye Ying'er whispered weakly: "That, I, I can't remember who you are." ”

The second lady's father and mother were taken aback, and Da Lang stood up, "Quick, go and chase Lang Zhong back for me." Yuanyuan jumped out in response.

The two of them looked anxious, and asked Ye Yinger many questions, how did Ye Yinger know who they were talking about? I had to shake my head again and again, and I turned them around in a hurry. The little girl and the little boy were also in a hurry.

Na Langzhong didn't go far before he was chased back, quite resentful. After asking a few words, he didn't take a pulse, and opened his mouth to say: "Let's take care of the injuries on my body first, and then I will prescribe a few herbs to replenish the blood, stew it with chicken, and make up for it for a few days." As for forgetting, I'm afraid it's because of kowtowing, but there is no good way to get sick in this head, and the old man has also encountered this kind of patient in the past, and he can remember it for a short time, or three or five days, or a few months; There are also those that I can't remember for the rest of my life. ”

The father of the second lady frowned suddenly, what do you want to say, but I don't dare to offend this Langzhong, this Langzhong is the most famous in the neighborhood, if he says that it is not good, then other doctors will not be able to do it. That worried look made Ye Ying'er feel guilty, and took the initiative to laugh: "Daddy, don't worry, I'm just a little lady, even if I don't have a memory, it won't hinder much, as long as my father and mother still recognize me." ”

Ye Ying'er heard her voice delicate and soft, and her heart felt a chill, this voice was a fight with a certain actress.

The two of them looked much better when they heard this, but no, a little doll has something important to remember.

The lady hugged Ye Ying'er and said with a smile: "That's a good point, my mother didn't forget you, as long as you are healthy and forget about something, let's learn again." ”

Da Lang also smiled and quipped: "Yes, Yunxi, you are young, in addition to playing or playing every day, it doesn't hinder you from forgetting some things." ”

After laughing for a while, Da Lang took out his purse from his arms, paid the consultation fee, and sent Lang Zhong away with a thousand thanks.

The lady suddenly slapped her forehead and said with annoyance: "I forgot to decoction, Yuanyuan, you take a good look at the little lady, I'll decoct the medicine." With that, he hurried out.

Yuan Yuan smiled: "Auntie, my sister has already taken it to my mother, this should have been boiled." ”

"That's good, that's good. Yuanyuan, don't let Xi'er run out alone next time, it will scare me to death, and there will be a board to serve next time. ”

Yuan Yuanzao cried and his eyes red, nodded hurriedly and agreed, vowing to follow the little lady every step in the future.

Ye Ying'er was amused by her and wanted to laugh, grinning, and touched the wound on her forehead, hey, she lost too much blood, and her head was dizzy for a while.

Seeing her uncomfortable appearance, the eldest mother couldn't help but feel distressed, "Xi'er close your eyes and sleep, and when the medicine is ready, my mother will call you." ”

Ye Ying'er closed her eyes and fell asleep after a while.

When I woke up, it was already dark, and there was still an oil lamp on the table, and the oil lamp like a bean was dancing faintly.

She looked straight at the yellowed bamboo roof on her head, and her mind gradually refreshed, this is not a dream, it seems that it is really crossed.

Look at yourself now, short arms, short legs, this height, seven or eight years old.

He was wearing muslin clothes, covered with silk quilts, and the goose yellow quilt was embroidered with a rich and prosperous pattern, and the large peony flowers were lifelike. Embroidered quilts in the 21st century are rare, and they are absolute luxuries, which are not something that ordinary people can enjoy. Ye Yinger has reason to believe that even in ancient times, this is not something that ordinary people can use.

The bed is similar to modern times, except that it is surrounded by three baffles and there are holes in the corners, which should be used to support the tent.

The windows, the wooden lattice inlaid glass windows, are very irregular in shape, and there is glass? Isn't it the Republic of China period?

There is a log table on the side of the head of the bed against the wall, which has a simple shape. There is a round mirror on the table, and there are two stacked wooden boxes, which should be dressing boxes. On the table, there is also a vase with a large belly of painted peonies, and a yellow chrysanthemum is inserted in it.

Next to the table is a round wooden stool. A little farther on, there was a screen against the inner wall by the window, on which were a few pieces of clothing.

The head of the bed corresponds to a cabinet with three doors, which should be a wardrobe. Next to the wardrobe is a bogu shelf, on which there are many wooden, bamboo and straw knick-knacks, in addition to a few pot-bellied painted vases, which are obviously children's toys.

There is a door on the Bogu shelf, and there is a curtain hanging on it, and the curtain is not bamboo or cloth, but is strung with grass beads, which is very interesting.

She also planted this kind of grass beads when she was a child, and the other girls in the orphanage, if there is nothing to do, go to water, when it is about to mature, I can't wait to see it seven or eight times a day, and finally look at the redness, blackening, I can't wait to pick it, carefully find a place to hide, and so on to save more, strung into bracelets, necklaces, it is a rare jewelry.

There is also nail grass, which is used to dye red nails. Although there is no money, the love of beauty is undiminished. But more often than not, it is to grow vegetables, and the orphanage has limited funds, so a variety of dishes is serious.

Thinking of this, Ye Ying'er's hard-earned interest was gone, and her sadness came from it, and she was no longer in the mood to observe the environment, so she closed her eyes and cried silently.

After a while, Ye Ying'er perked up again. Although this place is a little unfamiliar, there is a father and a mother, food and clothing, and a little maid, which is not much better than working hard for the down payment in modern times.

She has read a lot of travel novels, which heroines, there are few lucky ones, they are all very unlucky, either poverty, lack of food and clothing, or steamed bun fathers, vicious grandmothers, also lack of food and clothing. When you meet someone who has no shortage of food and clothing, she is either a dead father and a dead mother, lonely and helpless, or a concubine or a cousin, who sends people under the fence, looks at people's eyes, and is not as good as a faceless person.

But thinking about the nervous appearance of the family just now, and looking at the things in the house, Ye Yinger can be sure that it is definitely the treatment of her own child.