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Thinking of something, Luo Yao snatched the rag from Qingling's hand and said, "Ling'er, go and call Uncle Jiu over. I have something to ask him."

Qingling didn't know what was going on and was frightened when Luo Yao snatched the rag. When she heard Luo Yao's serious voice, she didn't bother to ask Luo Yao what happened and hurried out to call for help.

When Zhou Jiuqingling and the others rushed back, the table had already been simply wiped. Luo Yao was holding a piece of rice paper and staring at the black-stained tabletop in a daze.

"Master, what happened?"

Luo Yao stood up and pointed at the table, "Uncle Jiu, has anyone used this table before?"

Zhou Jiu: "Master, this table has always been in your room. You are the only one who has used it."

"There's something engraved on it. Was it also engraved by me?"

Zhou Jiu walked forward and touched the very shallow lines on the table. "There are no patterns on this table. I guess you carved it when you were a child."

Luo Yao racked his brains to think about it, but the original owner didn't remember anything about it, so he had no impression of it.

"When did I ever live in the mansion when I was a child?"

"Young Master... you were born in a military camp. You spent two years in a county town on the border before being sent to Lin'an County by your master. After two years in Lin'an County, your wife, the general, took you back to the capital. After that, your wife's family went to the capital to escort and deliver goods, bringing you back a few times. The last time you returned to the Luo Mansion was six years ago."

Four years old... Luo Yao had no recollection of anything before the age of four. His earliest memory was the deserted imperial palace.

Seeing the serious expression on Luo Yao's face, Zhou Jiu didn't know what had happened. Seeing that the table was engraved with marks and stained with ink and could not be used, he ordered Qing Ling to ask Sun Qian and Sun Yin to go to the treasury to get a new one to replace it.

Watching them busying in and out, Luo Yao sat on a chair on the side in a daze.

Luo Yao was absolutely certain that the original owner was an ancient person. If he ruled out the existence of similar objects, it was clear that the original owner had carved a modern building on the table. If that was true, then under what circumstances did the original owner carve this thing?

Is it a dream?

What you think about during the day you will dream about at night. If you see nothing, you will dream nothing. How could the original owner dream about something he had never seen before?

What happened before he was four? Was it in Zhejiang Province or in the frontier? Does it have anything to do with his birth in the frontier?

More than ten years ago, Prince Yong'an guarded the north, and the Luo family guarded the northwest. Along the long northwest border, there were more than a dozen vassal states nearby, and more than one of them practiced witchcraft...

Could it be related to witchcraft?

Luo Yao frowned. As a person who only believed in science in the 21st century, he had to think about this possibility. Luo Yao didn't believe that what the original owner had carved was just a child's random carving!

If something strange did happen to the original owner, was it man-made or an accidental occurrence?

For more than ten years, no one in the Luo family noticed Luo Yao's abnormality. Luo Yao lived safely until he was a teenager. If he had not saved someone from falling into the water, he would not have had the chance to occupy his body.

Now, nearly twenty years have passed, his parents died on the battlefield, and the truth is buried in the yellow sands of the northwest. Can it be found? Is it necessary to search? Is there still any point in searching?

Luo Yao knew it very well.

Can’t find it… There’s no need and no meaning… Now that he lives as Luo Yao, he’s the only one he cares about.

Because the emotions that occasionally surged into his heart that didn't belong to him were strange, and because of the strong sense of separation, he felt as if he was a psychopath with a split personality among the time travelers...

Because... I am myself... I don't want to be someone else's substitute!

Sun Qian and Sun Yin had already moved the table and replaced it. Luo Yao's mood plummeted as he watched them move the old desk away.

It's ridiculous to think so much, but most of the reason why I care about this matter is just out of unfounded fantasy.

Is he imagining that he has some connection with the original owner?

In past lives, present lives, or perhaps we were originally the same person...

Luo Yao felt extremely self-loathing and was in a state of restlessness. He simply picked up his spear, went out, jumped up, and danced with the spear under the pear tree.

The training lasted until noon. It was cold and he didn't sweat much after practicing for a long time. Only when Luo Yao put away his spear did he feel the emptiness under his feet.

There was sweat on his forehead. Luo Yao touched his forehead and it was cold, but the feeling of heaviness in his head was not fake.

After lunch, he took a pill for clearing away heat and detoxifying, then took a hot bath to wash off the sweat on his body. He had nothing to do in the afternoon, and even if he was awake he would have a lot of random thoughts, so Luo Yao simply curled up in the quilt and went to sleep.

When he woke up, it was already dark. The room was dim and he felt a little hungry. Luo Yao rubbed his brows and went out to the kitchen to prepare something to eat.

At the kitchen door, He was sitting on a small stool picking vegetables. Seeing Luo Yao, she hurriedly asked him to sit down. "You must be hungry. Aunt He will make you a bowl of noodles right away. Wait!"

Luo Yao sat down next to He, "Aunt He, are they all out playing on the street?"

"They've all gone out to play. Today is the Lantern Festival, and Fule's shop is busy. Old Zhou is helping out there, and the hero you were with is also there."

He had a smile on her face and was very happy to see Luo Yao helping to pick vegetables.

The two of them picked some vegetables, and He went into the kitchen to knead the dough. Luo Yao came in with the washed cabbage, and He was pressing the flour.

"You still do this?"

"That's right. A few years ago, I opened a noodle restaurant in Lin'an City and I learned it from the proprietress." He looked proud.

Luo Yao watched her do it. She kneaded the dough very carefully and it took a lot of strength to press the vermicelli. As she was pressed, the vermicelli fell into the boiling hot water one by one.

A bowl of light bok choy and egg powder was served. It was cold, so Luo Yao ate it at a small table on the side of the kitchen.

He brought him a refreshing rouge radish, "Master, this radish is what Aunt He learned from a book. It's sour, crisp and refreshing, perfect for noodles."

Luo Yao's eyes lit up as he looked at a small dish of pink rouge radish. This was something he had written in the book "Little God's Life Tips". He didn't expect that Aunt He had actually learned it. Judging from Aunt He's expression, she didn't seem to know that the book was written by him.

Pickling red radish with rock sugar and red vinegar is a simple way to make this rouge radish. Many small restaurants nowadays have this cold dish. It is sour, crispy and refreshing, and it whets people's appetite. Luo Yao hasn't eaten it for almost ten years.

A radish took a bite, and it was sour, sweet, and crisp, with a very authentic taste. Luo Yao gave He a thumbs up and said, "It's delicious!"

"If it tastes good, eat more. Aunt He will serve you more when you're done!"

He added firewood to the stove, sat down on the small stool and watched Luo Yao eat.

The kitchen was warm from the stove. Luo Yao woke up after a good sleep and ate a hot meal that warmed his stomach. His eyes turned red as he ate.

After eating noodles, Luo Yao warmed himself by the fire in the kitchen and listened to He talk about the old days before she came to the mansion.

……

Recalling the past, the speaker feels sad and the listeners are moved.

That year, snow fell in the dam. It hadn't snowed since the beginning of winter, but on the morning of New Year's Eve, it began to fall. It was heavy, with heavy snowflakes flying all over the sky. The villagers, both adults and children, were thrilled.

"It's not a bad thing to have snow in the winter. As long as it doesn't collapse straw houses and freeze people to death, it's a good thing."

"What a pity..." He looked at the blazing firewood with a trace of sadness in her eyes. "That year, the mountains were blocked by heavy snow. The snow fell intermittently for three months. The crops froze to death, the houses collapsed, and many people in the village died. Aunt He's thatched house was also crushed..."

"It's a holiday now... why am I telling this to the young master?" He's face was a little annoyed.

Luo Yao: "What happened next?"

"Later... I was wandering around and was captured by human traffickers. Then, the master bought me back home... It was a blessing in disguise. Thirty years have passed now..."

A faint smile appeared on He's face, and Luo Yao looked outside the door.

It seems... it's snowing.