All the concubines in the harem are time travelers

The old house was right next to the Hangzhou Funeral Home. When Bu Ji arrived, the red copper door was open.

In fifty years, the old house has not changed at all. The walls are still the same, and the tiles are still put up by my grandmother herself. They are not beautiful, but very solid.

The locust tree in the yard was only a small sapling fifty years ago, but now it has grown into a towering tree, taller than the roof.

There was a bamboo lounge chair under the tree, and on it was a sewing basket containing children's clothes.

"Is anyone home?"

Bu Ji walked into the yard and shouted towards the main hall.

"who is it?"

The old voice responded to her.

The door of the main room was pushed open and an elderly woman walked out.

The old woman was wearing a plain long gown. The fabric was of excellent quality. There was a small but delicate embroidery around the cuffs. It seemed that she had made the dress herself.

She was a delicate and clean old lady with a very fair face and a crystal clear jade bracelet on her wrist.

When the old woman saw the people in the yard, she was stunned for a moment, and the scroll in her hand fell to the ground with a "click".

"You...you are."

For a moment she didn't know what to call her, whether to call her Bu Ji or Miss Lin.

"I'm Lin Chunxiao."

Bu Ji walked over and said in a flat tone.

She looked at the person in front of her as if she were looking in a mirror. This was her fifty years later, when she was in her seventies.

The corners of his eyes are full of wrinkles, and the skin on his neck is loose, but his eyes are still bright, but his eye sockets are sunken.

He looked thinner, at least thinner than when he was in his twenties.

The real Bu Ji takes good care of himself and seems to live a very happy life.

"Lin Chunxiao, you are really Lin Chunxiao!"

"How did you come back?"

The old woman grabbed her hand and asked excitedly.

Bu Ji told her the truth about his return. She was shocked after hearing it. Why couldn't she go back? She also had children.

These fifty years passed so quickly. In the blink of an eye, she was already in her seventies.

"Is he, is he okay?"

The old woman took Bu Ji into the house and poured her a cup of hot tea.

Bu Ji thought she was asking about the emperor and said it casually.

"He almost lost the throne, but now he is back on track."

"Under his management, Chu and Jin will definitely be better."

"I'm talking about Liang Xing. Didn't you see him? This shouldn't be the case."

The old woman turned her head to look at her and spoke earnestly.

Bu Ji continued.

"Yes, he is a very good man. He passed the imperial examination and stayed in the capital to serve as an official. He is highly valued by the emperor."

Hearing this, the old woman suddenly became happy and almost burst into tears.

"I've said before that he is a literary talent and will definitely pass the exam."

“This is his wish.”

Bu Ji didn't know whether to tell her or not that Liang Xing's wish was not only to pass the imperial examination, but also to marry her.

He has never married and has been reluctant to marry Bu Yu.

Bu Yu died of a serious illness a year ago. It was a special day. The Bu family opened their granaries to distribute grain to provide relief to refugees. Bu Ji and Liang Xing were also there that night. Bu Yu caught a cold when he returned home and died soon after.

Out of kindness and righteousness, the Liang family allowed Bu Yu to be buried in the Liang family cemetery, thus fulfilling her last wish to become a member of the Liang family.

The old woman seemed to have a lot of questions to ask, but was afraid that if she said too much she would bore people, so she only asked the most important questions.

"Is everything okay at home?"

Bu Ji nodded and said.

"Lord Bu Cong is in good health. He is still able to argue with the emperor in the court. His attitude is no less than that of the younger generation."

Bu Ji subconsciously only told her good news and not bad news. For example, she did not let the real Bu Ji know about Bu Yu's death.

The old woman smiled with relief and turned to look at Bu Ji.

"I'm causing trouble for you."

"My father is just like that. He always gets into trouble with the emperor."

"I didn't expect that the emperor would be so generous. Not only did he let you enter the palace, but he also loved you very much."

"Why did you come back?"

Bu Ji found it difficult to explain the reason. She couldn't say that her coming back was a misunderstanding. She thought that she could exchange bodies with "Bu Ji" and continue to be Lin Chunxiao.

Unexpectedly, fifty years have passed here, and she has no way to exchange bodies with the "Lin Chunxiao" here. She is only in her twenties now, and only more than three years have passed in Chu Jin State.

"I wanted to come back and take a look."

“But I didn’t know that fifty years have passed here.”

Bu Ji looked around dejectedly. Everything here was still the same as before. The cupboard she had just bought before she left was now considered an old item, and the paint on it had fallen off a lot.

At that time, the boss said that the cupboard was made of solid wood, but now it seems that it was just coated and he was just deceiving her.

Bu Ji seemed to be looking for something, her eyes did not always stay on one place.

The old woman patted her on the shoulder and motioned for her to follow her.

"I'll take you there."

Bu Ji followed her into a room inside, which turned out to be her bedroom. This bedroom was originally shared by her and her grandmother. There were two small beds with a bamboo curtain in the middle.

Now, there is only a bed left in this bedroom, and an extra high cabinet with an urn on top. There is a square photo hanging on the wall, which is my grandmother's portrait.

Bu Ji started crying, biting her lip, and lit a stick of incense under the guidance of the old woman.

She knew that her grandmother had passed away. When she left, her grandmother was already in her eighties and had always been in poor health.

The old woman standing beside her also had tears in her eyes and spoke with emotion.

"Before my grandmother died, she said she didn't want to be buried, so she placed her urn in this room so her children could find her."

"She may have known for a long time that I am not you at all, but she has never treated me badly. She treated me as if I were you, loving and caring for me."

"When I first came here, I knew nothing, even less than a preschooler. I didn't know how to use a cell phone or toothpaste."

"The fortune teller next door said I was possessed by a ghost and wanted to exorcise the ghost for me. My grandmother was not happy when she heard that and started arguing with her."

The old woman recalled her grandmother's life and told Lin Chunxiao what happened here during the days she disappeared.

Fortunately, she had a strong ability to learn. In just a few days, she learned the modern lifestyle and became an excellent employee of the funeral home.

Apart from his grandmother, Bu Ji has no one else to worry about.

When she was about to leave, she heard hurried footsteps in the yard. It was a child running in from outside with a schoolbag on his back, shouting.

"Grandma, grandma, I'm done with school!"

"I'm so hungry. I want to eat the noodle soup you made."

A little girl of seven or eight years old, just like Lin Chunxiao in the past, would pester her grandmother after school.

The old woman smiled, touched the little girl's head, and said kindly.

"Put down your schoolbag and wash your hands first. Grandma has already prepared it for you. You are such a greedy little cat."

Bu Ji stood aside and watched this heartwarming scene. The old woman put the hot soup noodles on the table. The little girl sat on a chair, her feet not even touching the concrete floor, and ate with great relish.

The little girl was eating when she suddenly raised her head and looked at Bu Ji.

"Big sister, who are you?"

"Why haven't I seen you before? Are you the new neighbor?"

Bu Ji stood there, his feet felt like they were filled with lead, not knowing how to answer her question.

She seemed to no longer be Lin Chunxiao.

“I used to live here, too.”

The little girl nodded as if she understood, and said with a smile.

"My grandma makes the best noodle soup. Wait, I'll ask her to serve you a bowl too."

She jumped off the chair and ran into the kitchen.

Bu Ji looked at her back and her thoughts suddenly went back to her childhood. This little girl looked almost exactly like her.

"grandmother......"

She muttered to herself, heading for the door.

She left the old house without waiting for the little girl and the old woman to come out.

As she walked out of the gate, an old man on a bicycle passed her and walked into the house behind her.

Bu Ji stopped and looked at the old man.

Suddenly she remembered who this person was. His surname was Li and he lived in the same alley as her. They had not talked much. In her impression, he was a cool and arrogant academic master, a genius medical student who had completed undergraduate, master's and doctoral degrees.

The little girl's voice came again through the low wall.

"Grandpa!"

"Xiaoyu, look what grandpa bought for you."

"That's a lot of donuts. Grandpa is the best!"

......

Grandpa?

She ended up marrying this guy. If she had known this, she would have gotten to know him earlier.

It seemed that her boyfriend at that time was not him, and she had never thought of falling in love with Dr. Li.

Bu Ji smiled bitterly and left resolutely.

The person who married him was not her, Lin Chunxiao, but "Bu Ji", who was "Bu Ji's" lover.

She suddenly thought of Li Ji at this moment.

If Dr. Li belongs to "Bu Ji", then Li Ji belongs to her, Lin Chunxiao.

None of them acted according to their predetermined destiny. "Bu Ji" broke up with her original boyfriend, and she did not get together with Liang Xing, but fell in love with Li Ji by accident.

Suddenly, with a "pop", a pearl hairpin fell out from her sleeve.

She bent down to pick up the hairpin, and when she looked up again, there were two more people in front of her.

It turned out to be Duzhu and Jingting.

The two men were one tall and one short, one standing and the other sitting. The difference was that they were dressed like modern people, both wearing casual clothes, and they didn't look like immortals who could cast spells.

"you!"

Bu Ji shouted excitedly.

Du Zhu put his finger between his lips, signaling her to speak more quietly.

"Here, you're the only one who can see the two of us."

"Don't make it public, or you'll be considered mentally ill."

He kindly reminded that Jingting, who was sitting in a wheelchair next to him, looked much more serious, holding a glass bottle in his hand.

Of course Bu Ji remembered this glass bottle. She came back after taking the pills in this bottle.