Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

As for why she secretly observed Lin Xi and even took the initiative to approach her and test her, even she herself couldn't explain the reason clearly.

Perhaps it was because she thought that with the memories of her previous life, she had the ability of a "prophet" and could change everything, but the appearance of Lin Xi broke her blind confidence and made her feel a sense of crisis that "the world does not revolve around me."

After all, her greatest reliance has always been the memory of her previous life, but now because of the unexpected variable Lin Xi's appearance, this memory no longer seems as reliable as before.

Or perhaps it was because Lin Xi avoided the fate of dying in a foreign land and broke free from the shackles of death, she saw her own shadow in Lin Xi. This subtle similarity made her feel a sense of mutual appreciation. She couldn't help but want to get close to Lin Xi, wanting to confirm whether the other party was also a reborn person, and wanted to find a fellow traveler who could understand this bizarre experience.

Or maybe it was just a simple consideration of "the world is bustling with people, all for the sake of profit". Chen Caiqing wanted to know if Lin Xi was also reborn, then whether she also had the same magical golden finger as her own supermarket system, and whether she could use it to bring value to herself.

After all, in this turbulent era, with Li Weihua eyeing her covetously, if she could make one more ally and get more help, it would mean one more hope of survival.

Thinking of this, Chen Caiqing couldn't help but fix his gaze on the girl in front of him again - a blue cloth jacket, a small face, slightly red cheeks, and a shy smile.

Apart from his extremely thin and frail figure, his language, expression and body movements were not at all out of place compared to other people of that era.

There was no trace of that kind of temperament in his body, which could only be seen in people who had lived their lives again, the temperament that made them appear particularly calm because they had a clear understanding of everything.

"Chen Zhiqing?" A somewhat doubtful voice interrupted Chen Caiqing's thoughts. She calmed down and looked up at Lin Xi.

"Why are you looking at me? Is there something on my face?" Seeing her come back to her senses, Lin Xi blinked in confusion, reached out and rubbed her face gently, and her face became even redder.

"No...no, I just thought you looked a lot like a friend of mine, and I was stunned for a moment." After hearing her say this, Chen Caiqing realized that she had been staring at someone. She hurriedly shook her head and explained somewhat embarrassedly.

"Ah, so that's how it is." Lin Xi's face showed a look of sudden enlightenment, but then she touched her face in confusion, wrinkled her nose, and muttered, "Sister Chen Lan also said that her sister and I look very similar. Could it be that I am what the book calls 'one face in a thousand people'?"

Chen Caiqing saw her childish movements out of the corner of his eye. His eyes flashed, and a feeling of disappointment or relief filled his heart. He pulled the corners of his lips, but still insisted on putting his water bottle into Lin Xi's arms.

"Maybe it's because pretty girls all look a bit alike. Take the water and drink it. We're from the same courtyard, why are you being so polite to me?"

"Hey!" She moved suddenly, and Lin Xi let out a low cry. Then, she hurriedly caught the water bottle that was stuffed into her arms. Her face flushed as she looked at Chen Caiqing with a rather embarrassed smile, "Well, thank you very much."

"It's okay..."

While the two of them were playing a game of disguise and testing each other, Song Guanwen was hurriedly avoiding the noisy crowd under the roots of a big tree on the other side, and almost staggered to hide himself deep in the shade of the tree.

His vision went dark, and after holding on to the tree trunk for a long time, Song Guanwen's sight finally focused again. He reached out and pulled off the straw hat on his head, smoothed back his sweat-soaked hair, and then looked down at the back of his hand.

I saw that although the skin was stained with some mud, it was still white and out of tune with the people around it. At some point, a large abnormal red rash had appeared, which was particularly eye-catching on the pale skin.

He pursed his lips and reached out to touch the back of his neck. Sure enough, he felt the same hot and painful sensation there.

Song Guanwen closed his eyes, threw the straw hat in his hand aside, and then slammed his back against the tree trunk behind him as if to relieve the force, and slowly slid down to the ground.

Even with the shade of the trees, the pervasive glare still left a blinding red blush on his tightly closed eyelids.

His sweat-soaked hair brushed against the back of his neck, causing a hot and painful itch. He raised his head and exhaled a breath of hot air, and in his heart he cursed himself with some self-abandonment.

The master's body is the servant's life.

She couldn't stand being tired, couldn't stand being in the light, and often felt dizzy and black in front of her eyes. If she hadn't inherited Father Song's tall frame, she would probably have been given the title of "fragile and delicate lady".

Thinking of this, somehow, Song Guanwen's mind suddenly flashed with a figure wrapped in an empty blue cloth jacket, standing in the hazy morning mist, as if she could be blown away by any slight mountain breeze.

That is what it means to be truly weak and pitiful.

Although he never considered Hu Yun as his mother, and therefore did not consider himself and Lin Xi to be cousins, he had to admit that when it came to bad luck, the two of them had a tacit understanding and sympathized with each other, feeling like brothers in distress.

As his thoughts raced, Song Guanwen suddenly sneered, not knowing whether he was laughing at Lin Xi or at himself.

After laughing for a while, he suddenly remembered that since that morning when he asked her to go back in a cold manner, that person seemed to be frightened by his indifferent attitude.

These days, every time she saw him, Lin Xi was like a frightened bird, always timidly avoiding his gaze and running away in fear.

If Song Guanwen hadn't known clearly what happened that day, he would have doubted whether he had really done something unforgivable to her.