In March, the drizzle is like a needle.

Miscellaneous peanut trees, water village mountains loom in the misty smoke and rain, like a veiled young girl, which makes people unreal but a little more hazy beauty.

Baishui Village is backed by the wooded green hills, a bend of clear water flows slowly around the front of the village, both sides are fertile fields, most of the people in the village are surnamed Liu, the folk customs are simple, and a small number of people with foreign surnames get along with a piece of peace, plus in the peaceful and prosperous era, the life is stable and happy.

Liu Qingyan put her hands on the edge of the window, her eyes lingered on an apricot blossom outside the window, those flamboyant, bright and vigorous flowers bloomed without scruples in the silky spring rain, warm and pure. When the wind blew, a few white petals broke away from the branches and gently floated down in a whirlpool.

The spring breeze greeted her, blowing the hair on her forehead, and the eyebrows on the melon seed face were clustered, like two distant mountains, clear and hazy, like the long eyelashes of butterfly wings, the eyes were pure and clear like mountain stream spring water, shining with lively and bright light, but the cheeks and lips were sickly pale, just like the half-old pink gauze tent hanging on the shelf bed in the house, losing its original color.

"Like smoke flying in the desert, like dew wet and miserable, the smoke scenes in spring are so similar." Liu Qingyan whispered softly, her slender and white arm stretched out of the window, catching a drop of rain falling from the eaves, the drop of rain rippled in the palm of her hand, and the slightly cool feeling penetrated into her skin.

In March, the cold of spring had dissipated, and the wind had been blowing for a long time, and she felt a little chilly in thin clothes, so she shrank down and was about to close the window, when the door of the room was pushed open, and a woman with a dark red wooden tray walked in, on which was a porcelain bowl with blue flowers on a white background.

The woman's eyebrows and eyes are very delicate, but the corners of her eyes and eyebrows have been dyed with traces of time, her head is wrapped in a blue coarse cloth turban, and she is dressed in ochre-red coarse cloth with a straight collar, and the cuffs, collar and hem are gray edges, which is a very ordinary civilian woman's outfit.

"Yan'er, why did you open the window, beware of catching a cold again, your body is better, but the wind can't blow, go back to bed and lie down." The woman put the tray on the table in the room, and hurried over and closed the window.

Liu Qingyan's face was blank, like a doll pulling strings, allowing the woman to stuff herself back into the quilt on the bed.

The woman took a soft pillow and put it behind Liu Qingyan, then picked up the bowl and scooped a spoonful of medicine to Liu Qingyan's mouth, her crescent-like eyes were full of warm love.

"Yan'er came, drank the medicine, and after my mother boiled it, let it go for a while, and it was no longer hot!"

This medicine is already bitter, and drinking it spoonful by spoonful is not even more bitter!

Liu Qingyan protested silently, squeezed out a sentence "I'll come by myself" from her throat, and then took the bowl and poured it down.

The bitter taste of the decoction was thick and long, making her frown involuntarily.

"Is the medicine too bitter? There is no candied fruit at home, and my mother has no time to go to the town to buy it these days, wronged my Yan'er. The woman frowned at her daughter, and hurriedly comforted her softly.

"It's not bitter, it's okay." Liu Qingyan's tone was calm without the slightest fluctuation, as if she had just drunk boiled water, wiped the remaining medicinal juice from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, handed the bowl to the woman, and lay down and closed her eyes.

"Yan'er, the doctor said that your body is fine, just take care of it for a few days. You lie down obediently, my mother goes out to cook, and I will serve you dinner later. The woman whispered, gathered the quilt, put the bowl on the tray and walked away.

When the woman left, Liu Qingyan immediately turned over and sat up, and in her eyes that were as quiet as a condensation, various subtle emotions crossed like a gossamer, and the bottomless deep pool seemed to be faint.

"Since you can't go back, let's stay and live a good life!" Liu Qingyan looked at the paint-stained door and muttered to herself.

Her hometown is so far away, the sea of time has annihilated her attachment, the blade of time and space has severed the bonds, and she has spent all her life's energy and will never see the light and shadow of the 21st century again.

The painstaking business, the ardent care of relatives, the laughter of friends, and the privileged living environment were all swallowed up by the raging waves.

In the shipwreck three days ago, she was drifting in the sea in a life jacket, despair, fear, and helplessness made her gradually lose the will to live, her mind became more and more blurred, and finally she lost consciousness.

When the ocean of consciousness is surging again, there is a completely strange world in front of him, even the body is so strange, and the only thing familiar is his own name.

She crossed over, wore to a place called Canglan Dynasty, and parasitized on a little girl with the same name.

Things were so bizarre, yet so real, that her mind fell into a momentary stagnation.

When the brain restarted, it filtered through the history of the upper and lower 5,000 years, and found no dynasty with this name.

Could it be the multiverse in quantum mechanics? Parallel worlds?

In the past three days, Liu Qingyan has been thinking and pondering, but she can't come up with an answer.

Resurrection from the dead, resurrection of the corpse, and travel through time and space, although it is novel and interesting, but when it slams on oneself, it is really a little unavoidable. In the face of unfamiliar environments and strange people, although they can accept the facts calmly, they cannot immediately integrate into this new family.

In the past few days, the cheap mother-in-law has served food, delivered water, fed medicine, and taken care of everything, Liu Qingyan is not a ruthless person, although she was moved in her heart, but in the face of the cheap mother-in-law who was only two years older than herself, her heart was still very awkward, and the sound of "mother" came to her mouth several times, and finally swallowed it back.

From a village girl struggling to become a fashionable 'three high' female elite, she was shipwrecked and crossed into a country girl, and she was still a sick seedling with a thin body, and she was also killed!

The appearance is not bad, and the family background is barely passable, at least I haven't crossed over to the house of a person who is not well fed, clothed, and can starve to death of mice, this is the body......

She had already checked this body, and her thin arms and legs were exactly the kind of delicate that belonged to the cool breeze.

The original owner usually rarely goes out, except for occasionally going to the river to wash clothes, most of the time is to stay in the house to read and practice calligraphy, do needlework, the skin is very delicate and fair, that is, bean sprouts like a few taels of meat on the body, twelve years old, there is still not the slightest sign of development on the chest, a proper airport.

Thinking of these cruel facts, Liu Qingyan couldn't help but sigh again, and her body fell back to the bed.

Twilight is approaching.

After returning from plowing the seedling field, Old Man Liu shook off the dampness of the apricot blossom rain under the eaves of the porch, took off the hat and raised his legs into the hall.

Mrs. Liu was holding a spinning wheel in the hall, and when she saw the old man coming back, she got up and helped take off her robe, and said thoughtfully: "Old man, I'm tired today, there is hot tea on the table, let's have a cup of tea and rest first." ”

Old Man Liu walked to the table and sat down, poured a cup of hot tea and asked while drinking, "What about Yan girl, what did the doctor say today?" ”

"I just fell asleep after taking the medicine, and the doctor said that I was frightened when I fell into the water, so my mind was a little sluggish, and I will be able to get better after a while." As Mrs. Liu spoke, she took the hat and robe to hang under the eaves of the front porch.

"That's good. Qing Lingzi is going to take the Tongsheng exam next month, and it is not good to send someone to the town to tell the boss father and son, for fear that Qing Lingzi will be distracted. Old Man Liu stroked his beard and sighed.

At this time, the eldest daughter-in-law, Xie Shi, happened to come out of the back vegetable garden with a bamboo basket, and Old Man Liu said to Mrs. Liu: "Old woman, you can also go and help cook, catch a chicken and kill it, and stew a pot of soup to make up for Yan Yatou."

"Okay." Mrs. Liu smiled and nodded in agreement, she was born with a soft temperament and obeyed the old man Liu who was in charge.

On a rainy day, the chickens returned to the nest early, Mrs. Liu and Xie caught a big rooster and went to the stove to kill the chickens, and the youngest son Liu Boyu also came back with a ploughshare and an iron rake.

After sending the farming tools to the house where the sundries were kept, Liu Boyu came to the hall and sat down, and discussed tomorrow's work with the old man over tea.

"Grandfather, father, look at the bamboo shoots I pulled, these bamboo shoots are tender." As he was talking, Liu Boyu's ten-year-old daughter, Liu Qingzhi, rushed in from outside like a gust of wind, shouting excitedly, her arms were full of a hug of verdant wild bamboo shoots, her hair and clothes were wet from the rain, her buns were scattered, and her bangs were clinging to her forehead.

"Zhi girl, look at you to get this body, I don't know how to cover it with a hat, where is your mother? If you don't work, you can't even look good at a child. Third, your daughter-in-law is getting more and more disagreeable, so you have to discipline it well. The more Mr. Liu talked, the more angry he became, he was very dissatisfied with this little daughter-in-law, and he would only go to the village to wander around all day long.

"Yes, Dad, my son must discipline him well." Liu Boyu is also very helpless about this daughter-in-law, his family is a well-informed and reasonable farming family, and he has no habit of beating and abusing his daughter-in-law, saying that she will do a few things for a day and then repeat the old tricks, and it is not to the extent of divorce.

Liu Qingzhi pursed her lips and said disappreciatively: "My mother knows that when I go to talk to the mothers-in-law in the village, how can I have spare time." ”

"Where did the young girl's family learn such meat language as her mother-in-law, our family is no better than other families in the village, and you are not allowed to listen to the women chew the root of their tongues in the future." Old man Liu knocked on Liu Qingzhi's head with a chestnut: "Take the bamboo shoots to the stove room and hand them over to your grandmother and your aunt, and hurry up and change your wet clothes." ”

"Oh." Liu Qingzhi ran away with the bamboo shoots in her arms.

The smoke on the roof was swaying in the drizzle, and Liu Boyu's daughter-in-law Guo Shi walked in with an embroidered bandage, and the handkerchief in her hand had been embroidered for half a month.

Old man Liu immediately sank his face when he saw Guo's family, and snorted coldly: "The third daughter-in-law, what time is it for you to come back now, the work at home is not touched, and the man and the child are not well taken care of, and he can't even give birth to a son to inherit the incense of the third child, so he will only chew the root of his tongue with the women in the village all day long, and he won't spoil the door of our old Liu family." ”

"Dad, I'm just doing needlework with the woman next door, just a few idle words, where is the door bad? can't give birth to a son, and it's not Qingzhi's dead girl broom Xingke. Guo raised his voice and argued.