Traveling through the starry sky just for you, I was a koi in ancient times

The three rooms in the east wing are identical, all of which are suites, one bright and one dark, originally built in advance for possible boys in the family.

The bright hall upon entering the door can be used for meeting guests, and the dark room is the bedroom.

Ouyang Wenche politely invited his mother into the house. His mother and Ouyang Wenche exchanged polite greetings. Wang Jinyi felt that the meaningless conversation should end and spoke directly:

"Brother, have you memorized the Hundred Family Names?"

Seeing no one paying attention.

: "Wanqi Sima, Shangguan Ouyang, are you this Ouyang?"

Finally interrupting the long polite conversation, Wang Jinyi continued:

"My family is Zhao, Qian, Sun, Li, Zhou, Wu, Zheng, and Wang. My last name is Wang, so I'm in front of you. You should call me little sister."

Looking back at her mother whose face was calm but could not hide her joy,

: "Mother, right? I'm the little sister."

Then he broke free from his mother's arms, clattered his two short legs, ran to Ouyang Wenche's seat, pointed at Ouyang Wenche with his short little hand,

: "You have to be polite and call me little sister!"

The 3-year-old girl was not even as tall as the table in Ouyang Wenche's eyes, but she puffed up her little face and lectured him seriously like a little adult.

Although Ouyang Wenche had experienced life and death, he was still a young man. With a smile on his face, he got up from his seat and squatted in front of Wang Jinyi.

At this moment, after Wang Jinyi said the word "young sister", a picture flashed in his consciousness.

In her previous life, after the semester exams, Wang Jinyi took a train from her university to Chen Zhiyuan’s school.

Watching him run out of the school gate and stride towards me, the 1.80-meter-tall man spread out his long arms and hugged me tightly. He kept whispering in my ear! "My Jinyi, my little Jinyi..."

Wang Jinyi waved her arms unwillingly: "You have to call me little sister..."

While Wang Jinyi was lost in thought, Ouyang Wenche smiled and reached out to hold Wang Jinyi's hand:

"Yes, little sister, you should call me brother, right?"

Ouyang Wenche's teasing brought Wang Jinyi back to his senses, and he also smiled and called out:

"Brother Ouyang."

A barely perceptible smell of medicine wafted faintly from Ouyang Wenche. In order to confirm his guess, Wang Jinyi opened his arms and pounced towards Ouyang Wenche.

The closer I got to Ouyang Wen Ce, the stronger the smell of medicine became. This man was obviously injured, but he could still talk and laugh freely?!

Before she could reach Ouyang Wenche, a pair of hands appeared in time, separated Wang Jinyi from Ouyang Wenche, picked her up and sent her back to her mother's seat.

The mother whispered:

"If you want to know etiquette, don't just point fingers at others and teach them."

Wang Jinyi seemed to have become obedient after being warned by her mother, but in fact, Wang Jinyi's consciousness had returned to her previous life.

In the memory, "My little Jinyi, little Jinyi..."

"You have to call me little sister!"

The two voices echoed back and forth, playing over and over in my mind like a movie...

When the mother took Wang Jinyi in, she carefully observed this so-called "Madame Fu" and understood what was going on.

After that, he casually asked Ouyang Wenche about his daily schedule and daily habits, and prepared to leave.

Wang Jinyi seemed to wake up and jumped into a new topic.

"My mother and I are both injured!"

"Brother, look, this is the injury I got when I was coming down the mountain. It was on the day I burned incense."

Wang Jinyi pointed at the wound on her mother's forehead and looked at the other three people in the room.

Ouyang Wenche asked:

"We are staying here temporarily. Sorry to bother you. I wonder if Madam is injured. Where did you get injured?"

When my mother Hui Niang heard from her husband that both families had an accident when they were descending the mountain from Lingyun Temple, she said:

"When we were going down the mountain from Lingyun Temple, the carriage had an accident."

Wang Jinyi quickly added:

"My nanny held my mother and me, and my mother bled a lot..."

Seeing that no one was stopping him, he continued:

"My nanny has gone to a very far place. Mother said that I will never see Nanny Xu again!"

As he spoke, a sad look on his face, he carefully observed the three masters and servants of the Ouyang family.

There was no change in the expressions of the two "mammies".

Ouyang Wenche nodded deeply, his eyes swept across his mother's injured forehead. Wang Jinyi believed that Ouyang Wenche understood.

In Lingyun Temple, the Wang family was plotted against in the south road, probably because of him.

The Wang family had protected him from disaster, not to gain anyone's memory, but only to prevent the Wang family from being implicated in Ouyang Wenche's schemes.

Fortunately, Ouyang Wenche doesn't seem like the kind of person who would repay kindness with enmity.

Wang Jinyi let out a breath of air in her heart, hoping that the affairs of the Ouyang family would not block her way to find Chen Zhiyuan!

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On a mountain road, there was the same young man bundling firewood in the morning light. He was wearing a short brown shirt and was bending his back with difficulty, carrying a large bundle of firewood on his thin body.

The broken branches and wood in the mountains were tied together to form a large pile, which held down a thin little body. From a distance, one could not see the upper body of the person, but only the movement of the pile.

It was like a pile of firewood had grown legs and was moving slowly on the mountain path.

Unable to walk any further, the young man in short brown clothes leaned the messy firewood against the trunk of a big tree to straighten himself up.

He used his body and the trunk to hold the firewood together to prevent it from falling to the ground. He no longer had the strength to lift the firewood from the ground to his shoulders.

The boy's long hair was disheveled, his clothes were soaked with sweat, his hair stuck to his face and neck, and his coarse linen short jacket clung to his body.

His thin shoulders were shaking slightly due to the heavy pressure, and his two thin legs were spread apart to support the weight of his upper body. He was breathing rapidly.

After a while, the short brown boy freed one hand, gently wiped the sweat off his face, shook it off, wiped his hand on his waist, and smoothed the hair that was clinging to his face to the side of his face.

This is a yellow and thin face, but the facial features are extremely similar to that of a person. If Wang Jinyi saw him at this moment, she would recognize at a glance that this is a younger Chen Zhiyuan!

Under the two sword-like eyebrows, there is a pair of calm and long eyes. Under the straight high nose bridge, the light-colored lips are tightly pursed, which are full of the owner's determination and persistence.

The short brown-clad boy lowered his head slightly to take a look. The shoes were so torn that only the outline of them could be seen. The soles were completely worn away, and the toes were exposed in front. He imitated the birthday gift Wang Jinyi gave him in his previous life and wove straw sandals made of hemp and grass and put them on over his cloth shoes.

As long as Wang Jinyi's figure appears in his memories, his fatigue fades, and he has hope in his heart, and life is not so hard! He smiled knowingly.

I remember that this method of weaving straw sandals was learned by Wang Jinyi in his previous life when he went to the inheritor's house. It was time-consuming and troublesome. It was different from ordinary straw sandals. The rattan and hemp needed to be soaked in medicine separately, and finally softened and spun into silk...

In my previous life, what I got was exquisite "haute couture"!

She almost failed the course to learn this method of making shoes. Finally, she finished the weaving before her birthday and it became a light color.

In my previous life, she came here all night on a dusty train. Looking at her dark circles under her eyes, I really regretted my original suggestion:

: The gifts we give to each other must be made by ourselves. Those bought with money are made by others and have no thought!

Just for this sentence, both of them put their whole heart into giving the one in their hearts a gift that represents their feelings!

What I wore now were just a crude imitation of those shoes, woven out of straw and linen!

In the previous life, that sparkling girl whom I could never forget from the first sight, started from the first time she gave me a silk handkerchief embroidered with black silk, and every time she did that, she was full of new ideas.

The handkerchief with the Chinese character "Jin" embroidered on it was left behind in the previous life in the car accident...

Now, I have to find her as soon as possible. I can't let her struggle in the sea of ​​suffering like me...