Chapter 1 Waiting for the past life

Chapter 1 Waiting for the Past Life

"Do you always have a feeling that some people have already made up this life with you, and your waiting in this life is only for the right one? I know that one day he will appear in my world. I wrote this sentence on Weibo.

"Zhao Yueyue, hurry up. If you break my appointment again this time, I won't let you enter the house."

Oh, it's just that the right person came too late. After 26 Singles' Day, he still didn't appear in my world with a bright smile. I was forced to go on a blind date by my mother again and again.

I can't help it. I have a master's degree and a university professor. I should have a car and a house. However, I studied history. Even if my salary is saved for ten years, I can only buy a two-bedroom and one living room of dozens of square meters in this soaring city. Now I have no car or a house. I can only marry my only daughter after divorce. Mother, the first goal in life, eats and mixes here. So I can only obediently obey her arrangement.

"Mom, can you blame me last time? I have walked to the door of the restaurant, but when I looked inside, the man was 30 years old and had a pimple on his face. Do you think I could go in? You chose the wrong person. That's not my fault. Genes will affect future generations. I'm thinking about you. Didn't you say that you want a grandson more handsome than the hero of Korean dramas all day long?

"I'll say that you have ten words. You can say that people in their twenties don't fall in love. How do you think I made you like this? The room is full of history books, and the clothes are as heavy as your history books. Who will be interested in you?"

"You dressed beautifully and fascinated my father, but later my father was not stunned by the more beautiful woman. Only men who can understand inner beauty can be relied on.

"Wow, you girl, change my clothes..."

Twenty minutes later, I got into a taxi.

In fact, I'm not so bad. At the beginning of junior high school, there were boys chasing me, but at that time, I felt that the most reliable thing was myself. There was also an old woman who was around me every day thinking about how men can't be trusted, so I studied hard and didn't listen to romantic affairs. I studied smoothly until I graduated from graduate school. I originally wanted to study I work in a museum, but I don't have a father named "Li Gang", and I don't even have a father, so after some personal difficulties, I can only stay in school and teach with the good image left for my tutor, and write novels in my spare time.

At this point in my life, it's okay to say that I am successful. I have at least have a stable job to support myself. I have not done anything harmful to society, and I have become a teacher who teaches and educate people. Failure is also true. In this era when the issue of leftover women is widely discussed, I have become an elderly young literary woman. I wanted to rely on my own efforts to live a mother to live. It was a good day to drive a foreign car to live in a foreign house, but she could only squeeze into the small house she got when she got divorced. In short, I am a sad contradiction that is sometimes optimistic and sometimes melancholy.

I sigh that life is enough, and then how to face another strange blind date.

"Master, please walk slowly. I'm not in a hurry." I also want to spend more time thinking about countermeasures.

"This girl, I'm at a normal speed. Others should hurry up, but you still have to slow down."

Boom, the sound of the sky and the earth cracking.

"Oh, my God, the bridge jumped, master, the front jumps, go back quickly."

"I know, I know, I'm retreating, and there is still a car behind."

"Hurry up, this side is going to collapse."

"Dir, get out of the car and run. There is a traffic jam behind. I can't reverse the car." The middle-aged master's huge posture is more flexible than mine.

"Master, master, come back quickly. The door here can't be opened. Why can't it be opened..."

I only heard the noise, screams and crying of the crowd. I kept pulling the door but couldn't open it. Mom, I don't want to leave my mother alone like this. At the moment of weightlessness, the door opened, but to no avail. My car and I fell into the cold water.

The world suddenly became silent. I saw a beam of sunshine in the hazy. I reached out to grab it, but there was nothing. If only there was really a redeeming angel in the sun, I didn't want to die like this. There are still people in the world who will cry for my departure. Mom, she will be sad. My limbs shake, trying to save myself. But I'm a dry duck.

"Mu Nian," whose voice is this? Has anyone else fallen into the water? Or is there an endless female ghost in this river?

"Mu Nian, do you remember the promise you made in your previous life?"

Who is this? What is she talking about? The suffocation and fear made me realize that my life is dying second by second.

Slowly, I was powerless to struggle and slowly sank into the darkness, as if a whirlpool had involved me in the wheel of fate.

"I found it." Why is there another man's voice? Have I entered the hell?

One hand grabbed my arm and pulled me up. The sun stung my eyes. I squinted, dragged me to the shore and began to pat my face.

"Hey, wake up, wake up..."

I wanted to answer him, but I opened my mouth but couldn't speak. I only remembered that his eyes were as deep as night looking at me thoughtfully, with a solemn face. And his clothes are so strange, like the clothes of Qing Dynasty men in the TV series.

Later, I was carried into a carriage by him and staggered to sleep.

When I woke up, I was actually in an antique carved purple tent**. What's more strange is that the windows, tables and chairs, and tea sets in this room should be all ancient styles. Who saved me? Shouldn't I be in a hospital filled with the smell of disinfectant water? Where is this again?

This sandalwood wardrobe is really like an antique, and this blue and white porcelain tea set is also quite good. Who has the leisure to dress up the house like this? Well, the best big red robe, this tea is also authentic, but it's cold.

Go out to find the owner, otherwise it will be too bold. But what kind of clothes am I wearing? Is this a new pajamas? It feels quite comfortable, but it's too retro!

"Girl, you're awake. Why did you get out of bed? Go to bed quickly." How does this girl wear a Qing Dynasty flag suit? Is this acting? She also worked hard. "Liu Er, I told you to look at the girl here. Where are you going crazy? What are you doing outside? Why don't you go and inform Fu Jin?"

The little girl with a big braid outside began to look in carefully and was killed by the big girl and walked away.

These two people performed really hard, just like the real one.

"Girl, I'm waiting for you to lie down. I can't be so windy when I just woke up." The flag girl came to help me.

Wait, what does your acting have to do with me? Why did you involve me? I didn't graduate from the Central Academy of Drama.

"Which one did you play? Where is this? Who are you?"

"Girl, this is the thirteenth brother's house. The maidservant is Dongxiang.

"Stop, stop acting, what's going on?"

"Girl, what do you play? You fell into the water on your way to Beijing. It happened that Sibel returned to Beijing and rescued you and sent you to the house.

"Brother Thirteen, Si Beile, what are you acting in? I'm not in the mood to waste time with you." What's going on? It doesn't look like this, and you don't want to do it. "Wait a minute, what's today?"

"Girl, what are you talking about?" The girl looked puzzled.

"I asked what day it is today, that is, what day is it today." I'm very angry. What the hell is this?

"On the third day of April."

"What?"

"Fujin has arrived." The voice of a young girl came from outside the door.

"Mu Nian, why did you get up?" A woman dressed more gorgeously than others came in under the direction of a little girl.

Oh, my God, this house, these people, have I been washed to the Qing Dynasty by the river?

"I specially called the imperial doctor. Mu Nian, lie down and let Dr. Wang diagnose it."

"Do you know me?" But I haven't seen her.

"Why don't I recognize my own niece? You may not remember. You were only six years old when you and your mother returned to Yargu. We haven't seen each other for six years. You can't remember it. It should be." This woman looked only five or six years older than me. She had a kind face. She held my hand from the door and talked to me with a familiar smile like her relatives.

This reality makes me understand that I came to the Qing Dynasty, the 42nd year of Kangxi, probably the niece of the 13th brother Fujin, but why am I here, where is my father, mother and my home? Who am I? They just called me Mu Nian. What's my name? What is my future destiny?

Daluo immortals, why did you get me here? You also want to go to the Song Dynasty where I studied. I really don't know much about the Qing Dynasty.

In the next few days, I had to pretend to have a headache and muddle through. Fortunately, there was a nanny who had been taking me, and I asked her a lot of questions. But I don't know what kind of person the old twilight was, and I can't pretend all the time. It will always be revealed. Can you directly tell them that I am a person in the future world? They will either be laughed to death as a madman or locked up for research. Neither of them is a good result. It seems that they can only fool around now.

After pretending to be stupid for a few days, I basically figured out my situation. Now the body occupied by my soul is really looks exactly like me in modern times. My name is Ilgen Jue Luo Mu Nian, and I am the niece of the thirteen blessings Jin Zhaojia, that is, the daughter of her sister.

Her sister, that is, my current mother, is legendary. It is said that Zhaojia is only a Han Chinese, and her status is not high. My mother is my grandfather, that is, that is, a woman who was lonely and impatient to know when he led troops to guard Hunan. To put it simply, it is a commoner, but I was born in Jiangnan Watertown. However, my mother-in-law raised my mother to be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. In the end, Ilgen Jueluo Yiduli, my father, was defeated under her green skirt. Despite family opposition, the two resolutely got married.

Why did I stay in the thirteenth brother's house? It was also thanks to my two miraculous parents. After they got married, they began to travel through the great rivers and mountains. I was born at my grandfather's house. It seemed that my aunt took care of me until I was six years old. My parents At the strong request of the Ilgenjuro family, he took me back to Jalgu, my father's hometown. Unexpectedly, my mother couldn't stay after giving birth to two younger brothers, and I didn't know where to play with my father. When I reached the age of the draft, my grandfather was recovering from his illness in his hometown without asking the government, so he obtained the consent of my grandfather and aunt and sent two people to send me to my aunt.

My aunt is still quite good to me. She delivers tonics and desserts every day, and she is afraid that I will be lonely to accompany me every day. The nurse said, "Miss Seven loves her the most. When she was a child, she hugged and slept. When she returned to Yargu, Nian'er didn't talk every day. We thought she was crazy. At night, she cried and looked for her aunt, not even her mother. , it took several months to stop. My aunt ranked seventh at home, saying that she had been calling her Miss Seven, and she didn't change her words here.

"Nian'er grew up with me. I don't love her." My aunt picked out a piece of my favorite peach cake and gave it to me. I stuffed it all in my mouth and pouted and said, "I am so knowledgeable and reasonable, gentle and lovely. It must be loved by everyone! What's more, she is a kind aunt."

My aunt looked at me, covered her handkerchief and smiled, "Mother, look at her high hat. At the beginning, she climbed trees and caught insects, and was more stubborn than the eighth brother. She was a little ancestor. At this time, she said that she was a human being, and she was not afraid that others would laugh out of their teeth."

I thought that this ancient lady was quiet, so I said these big words. It seemed that this evening thought was an alien, so I had to pick another piece of peach cake and put it in my mouth. I smiled shyly. I saw that my aunt and the nurse bent down with a smile, and several girls also lowered their heads and smiled in a low voice. This face was really lost.

"I'm not kidding you. You were sick a few days ago, and the housekeeper put you in this guest room. Since you recovered, I asked the maid to move your things to me. You can live in my yard so that I don't have to come here every day."

I smiled and continued to eat my dessert.

The aunt asked Dongxiang to help me take care of things. It seems that Dongxiang should be the aunt's maid, and the other maids seemed to be a little afraid of her and listened to her instructions. However, she has been taking care of me here these days. She feels that she is very easy to get along with, capable and does everything in an orderly manner.

"When they take care of it, you and M Mother will follow Dongxiang. I'll go first. In the evening, the master will come to my place for dinner. You can come with me. I'll go back to prepare first." The little aunt left with a little maid.

Mother and Dongxiang sorted out things, and I had nothing to do but shake. Thirteenth brother, the victorious party in the battle of the throne, the bold faction in the Forbidden City, both civil and martial arts, rode and shot well. Every time I hit it, I could defeat a tiger in my teens. That should not be good-looking. I finally saw it after a few days in the Qing Dynasty. Brother.

Walking, thinking about it, I don't know where to go. Why is there a lake here?

"Ah, Yang Liuqing, the air in the Qing Dynasty is really good." Stretch your waist, twist your neck, and run away with all your worries. Since life is like this, it should be accepted. As long as you work hard, life will definitely smile.

Who is standing opposite? Where have you seen that dark blue robe and that expressionless face? By the way, it was the one who got me up from the water.

"Hey...Hey..." I shouted. The man looked at me, but there was no response, as if I were air.

"Hey, why are you here? Who are you? The last time you patted me in the face, it hurt so much. You stand there and stay still. I'll come to you. Hey, tell you to stand there. Where are you going? Why is this man so rude? He ignored him and told him to stand and leave.

I don't care, find a way back first, or I will be miserable if I delay my sister and the thirteenth brother's meal.