After I traveled through the book, I spoiled the anorexic prince

The temperature of the hot water penetrated into the heart through the surface. It seemed that Aunt Gu came here only to do this. After Qinghe's mood slowly calmed down, she carried the wooden basin out of her room. The door was closed softly and her voice was also soft.

She seemed to have been there before.

There is no starlight in the moonlight tonight.

Wei Wu leaned against the century-old banyan tree and looked up at the sky, waiting for instructions from the south.

In the dark adobe house not far away, someone seemed to be mumbling.

... ...

The red brick and green tile courtyard is paved with goose-warm stone roads, and the pavilions are dotted with vibrant green bamboos. Occasionally, a few small fish pop up in the small pond, and in the distance, several rockery stands in an orderly manner.

The child in a green double-breasted jacket and skirt, with red lips and white teeth, was learning to walk crookedly.

On the cobblestone road, there stood a handsome little boy in green clothes. He opened his hands, and his eyes like black grapes under his light eyebrows looked at the small figure in front of him without blinking.

"Qingqing, come here, brother will hold you."

His smiling voice led the little kid to stumble towards him. The little kid's head with two buns nudged in his arms, and his voice was sticky: "ge, ge, hug!"

The tall and graceful boy picked up the little green glutinous rice dumpling, smiling with eyes full of doting: "Okay, okay, brother will hold you, my dear."

"Ge, ge..." The soft dumpling imitated his words indistinctly.

"Qingqing, when will you be able to call your brother 'brother' clearly, just like you call your father and mother?"

The boy tapped her nose lightly, his tone helpless.

"Dad! Mom! Xiong..."

The little girl shouted softly, but when she thought of him, her words became sticky and unclear. She seemed to be teasing him on purpose. Her round eyes blinked brightly and clearly.

"Is Fuyi teasing her sister again?"

A couple walked hand in hand under the corridor, their faces hidden in the mist, and their gentle voices floated over with a smile in the soft mist.

"Mom, how could I?" The boy walked up to them holding the little kid in his arms and muttered, "It's obviously my sister who is teasing me!"

"Haha, I guess Qingbao was just teasing you!"

Chiang Mai's hearty laughter penetrated the gray clouds and echoed in the empty Langfang for a long time.

Until the mist turned into blood mist, no trace of smile could be heard in the man's voice anymore.

The clanging of swords colliding was sharp and piercing, the blood drawn out from the flesh was warm, wet and salty, the clear pool water turned muddy and dirty, with countless clothes floating on it.

In the quiet and warm corridor, the gentle woman's hands fell down weakly, and her head tilted on the hollow mahogany support column. The man's voice was hoarse and weeping.

"Fuyi, take your sister away, don't look back!"

Fu Yi takes Qing Bao away and protects her.

"Fuyi, take good care of——"

Yourself.

"Boom-"

The sword fell to the ground with a clanging sound, and the corridor was no longer filled with the man's roar. The blade pierced into the chest, and the corridor was silent again.

As blood splattered on the pillars, a report without emotion came softly: "Sir, the traitor Gu Nanping is dead."

The boy hiding in the rockery covered the mouth of the child in his arms and obediently did not look back.

Bead-sized drops of water slid down the fair cheeks. The little child moved his body, leaned on his shoulder and neck, and quietly opened his eyes.

She didn't even blink when she saw the blood.

The rockery collapsed, the green bamboo bent, the little fishes turned white, and the couple who walked hand in hand in the corridor slept on the cold ground.

Her vision gradually blurred, and she unconsciously reached out to hold on to the scattered warmth on her chest.

Cold water drops fell on my neck, two drops, four drops, eight drops...

The little boy, with his clothes soaked, who loved to laugh and tell tales, was lost.

The little child closed his eyes and curled up to resist the cold winter wind.

Suddenly, I felt a warm touch on my cheek, my frozen body gradually warmed up, and a gentle voice sounded in my ears.

Gu Qinghe opened his eyes, wiped away the tears that were welling up in the corners of his eyes, and asked Aunt Gu, who was holding a handkerchief in front of him, blankly: "What's wrong?"

Aunt Gu gently brushed away the tear-soaked hair on her cheek and said, "You had a nightmare. No matter how hard I tried to wake you up, you kept saying you were cold."

"Is it?"

Gu Qinghe had no recollection of it, she only remembered that there was a voice in her dream that kept calling someone, and she felt uncomfortable following that voice.

She rubbed the tears on her fingers and felt a strange feeling in her heart, as if these tears belonged to more than one person.

There are too many. My palms are full of salty tears.

She hadn't cried so hard in a long time.

Seeing her confused look, Aunt Gu asked softly, "Did you dream about the past?"

Gu Qinghe raised his head suddenly: "What does Gu Niang know?"

The resonance of the dream did not seem like the original owner’s sorrow alone, but rather her own personal experience.

It feels like I lost someone important.

Aunt Gu shook her head and said, "The night I found you, you were also crying out for cold and I couldn't wake you up. Later, I used hot water to wipe your body and you stopped crying for cold. But you were still crying and the tears on your face couldn't be wiped away.

Actually, it’s strange, because normal children make sounds when they cry, but you only shed tears, and if you don’t look at you, you won’t even notice that you are crying.”

"Really?" Gu Qinghe murmured softly: "Will the little girl from before be like this too?"

Aunt Gu thought carefully and said, "Except for the night I picked you up, this kind of thing only happened once when you were ten years old, but by then you had already forgotten that you had parents."

Aunt Gu told Gu Qinghe everything she knew, for example, when she picked her up, she was about two or three years old, could walk but not steadily, and wore ordinary clothes but there was a layer of clothing with her name written inside.

She was picked up in the dirty slums of Nanning Town. The child was lying on a straw mat wrinkled in mud, her peat-blackened cheeks were red and she had a high fever.

In the bitter winter, the people and beggars in the slums all took refuge in dilapidated temples and houses. Only a child like her was lying in the ice and snow, and it seemed that she would not survive the winter.

She had children at home who depended on each other for survival, and she felt compassion for her. She couldn't bear to see another young life pass away, so she took her home and raised her ever since.

"Thank you, Madam Gu."

Gu Qinghe thanked him solemnly, on behalf of the little girl and also on behalf of himself.

Aunt Gu gently touched her head, responded to the thanks, and then turned around to pour the cold water in her hands.

Gu Qinghe watched her leave, his expression gradually becoming serious: "001, I want all the information about the original owner!"

[Sorry, host, 001 does not have this permission. ]

The sound of the machine was still without any warmth even in this situation.

"Did you erase my memory of last night?"

Gu Qinghe asked it in a cold voice.

001 must have been in her dream last night. When she woke up this morning, she couldn't remember any of the scenes, which made her suspect that it had a hand in it.

In an ordinary dream, one would always remember one or two scenes after waking up, hazy, clear. But this time, she could not remember anything. There was only a strange voice ringing in her ears from time to time, but she could not hear the content clearly.