Chapter 1 500 Years of Big Dream

In August of the 16th year of Ming Hongzhi, Weizhou City, Datong Prefecture, Shanxi Province.

In the early morning, the mist on the streets of Weizhou steamed, and the tiles on the roof were covered with white frost. In August, the late autumn in Weizhou already had a sign of a cold winter. The early people in Weizhou had put on thick jackets, shrank their heads, and began the day with heat in their mouths.

An ordinary house in the rough alley of the small stone bridge in the west of the city, three green brick houses with a small yard, and the sound of mourning and crying came from the cold air.

Several white candles were lit in the hall, and there was a bamboo bed lying straight on it. Next to the bamboo bed, a woman in his 30s was crying hoarsely, and several women around her were persuading with tears.

"If you die, you can't come back to life. The wife of the Song family is sorry for the change. This child is not blessed and can't be forced."

"Yes, it's better to ask someone to prepare the coffin and set up the order hall quickly. If there are not enough people, ask my big cow to help. The two brothers usually have a good relationship and can be regarded as friends."

"We still have to inform the people of the Song family. After all... After all, it is the bloodline of the Song family, and they can't stand by, can they?"

Everyone persuaded her to come up with advice. The woman by the bed just cried sadly and was on the verge of collapse.

"Oh, Mrs. Song's wife can't make up her mind anymore. Xiaoping, your wife is too sad. It's better for you to start these things. Tut, why did the poor mother and son fall into today's field?"

A woman in a blue cloth skirt turned her head with tears and said to a little maid who was kneeling in front of the bed and crying while burning paper money in the brazier.

The little maid had cried into tears. Hearing this, she nodded and said yes. She straightened up and turned around to walk. Suddenly, she was as if she was a demon, with a shocked face.

"Go quickly, what are you still doing?" The woman urged.

"Li...Aunt Li, you...look...look... there." The little maid's eyes were wide open, and her upper teeth pointed to the body of the bamboo ** teenager.

Aunt Li looked suspiciously along the maid's hand and didn't see what was going on for a long time, so she turned her head and said, "What's there to see?"

"No, Aunt Li, I clearly saw the yellow paper on the young master's face move just now. The young master... The young master doesn't seem to be dead." The maid shook her voice.

Aunt Li was shocked and quickly turned her head and stared at it carefully, but she didn't see anything strange for a long time. She said anxiously, "This girl, you must be dazzled. How can anyone die... Ah!!!"

Aunt Li suddenly screamed before she finished speaking. The people in the room were scared. Everyone looked over in horror. Aunt Li covered her mouth with one hand, her eyes were wide open, and the other pointed to the young man's body and shouted, "It's really moved... It's really moved, Amitabha, Bodhisattva bless, Bodhisattva mercy..."

Everyone was surprised and gathered on the deceased. The room was suddenly silent, and the white candle flashed twice. Suddenly, everyone saw that half of the yellow paper covering the deceased's face was blown open. Then they heard the sound of the deceased's throat. Suddenly, the whole room seemed to have blown up. Someone screamed, "No? Come on, it's a fraud, God, it's a fraud.

Except for the wife of the Song family and the maidservant, the others immediately shouted and escaped. The wife of the Song family rushed forward and lifted the yellow paper on the young man's face and cried, "My son, my mother knows that you are reluctant to die. She must be reluctant to part with your mother. Don't harm others. Just take your mother away. ......”

The teenager coughed in his throat, suddenly sat up and coughed out a thick blood clot. His eyes had been opened and he looked at everything around him blankly.

"Madam, madam, the young master doesn't seem to be dead, and the young master doesn't seem to be dead." The maid saw the white breath from the teenager's mouth and trembled her voice.

The wife of the Song family was stunned, hugged the teenager's body and cried with joy, and shouted, "My son is really not dead. My son is still in the soul. God bless, the Bodhisattva has opened his eyes."

The maid Xiaoping looked at the people outside in a surprised voice and shouted, "Auncles and aunts, don't be afraid. My young master is not dead at all, but his throat is blocked by blood clot. My young master is not dead..."

Everyone approached suspiciously and slowly. Seeing that the teenager's face gradually turned red from white, and the white heat was also exhaled from his mouth. Only then did they believe that the teenager came back to life and gathered in surprise and talked about it.

The teenager looked confused, his eyes moved on the faces of everyone in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice for a long time, "I'm so cold!" He turned his eyes white and fainted again.

......

The wife of the Song family became most of the jewelry and valuable valuables, bought a lot of nourishing herbs and food, and slowly recuperated the teenager according to Lang Zhong's instructions. A few days later, the teenager's body gradually recovered. He could already sit in the yard and bask in the sun with the help of his maidservant, but he didn't like to talk, and his eyes were always Confused.

The afternoon sun shone on his body, and the teenager was warm all over. The wild ** in the corner of the yard was golden and brilliant, and a burst of fragrant fragrance came to his nose. How real it was.

Although the teenager didn't speak, his mind was full of thoughts: live to see the ghost, live to see the ghost, is this a dream? But it's not like that when I was enjoying the holiday at the seaside, I only remembered to enjoy the pleasure of surfing on the surfboard. A super big wave rushed in. It was a row of big waves that were most suitable for surfing. I jumped up against the waves, and my waist seemed to have been hit by something and lost my balance and fell into the sea, followed by heartbreaking. The pain... seems to be a group of sharks. When I finally woke up, I lay inexplicably in this strange place.

This is not a dream. There is a clear memory of another person in his mind. His current name is Song Nan, a 16-year-old teenager. When he looked in the mirror in the morning, there was a young and thin strange face in the mirror. It seemed that his soul was attached to this teenager named Song Nan. Is this Is it the legendary borrowing of the corpse to return the soul? This is unbelievable.

The courtyard under the sun was quiet, and the door of the yard came in with a bamboo hat. His dark face was full of smiles. He held two fat fish in his hand and laughed loudly, "Brother Nan, I went to the Huhe River to touch two big carp and send them to you. I will ask Aunt Song to give it to you later. Stewed fresh fish soup to nourish the body.

After saying that, he didn't wait for Song Nan to reply, so he shouted to the inner room, "Mr. Song, Aunt Song, I've sent fish to Brother Nan."

The Song family's wife, who was busy in the room, came out, patted the dust on the apron and smiled, "It's the big cow. Thank you for taking care of my family Song Nan like this."

Da Niu scratched his head and smiled and said, "What is this? Brother Nan and I are good brothers. This time, we will never die, and we will definitely rise to the glory of the ancestors in the future."

Mrs. Song smiled into a flower on her face and took over the fish and said, "Don't go later. Auntie stewed fish soup, and you can also drink a bowl."

Da Niu agreed, took off the hat, reached out and sat opposite Song Nan with a simple wooden stool and said, "Brother Nan, how are you feeling?"

Song Nan smiled and said, "It's much better. Thank you for paying so much attention to me. My mother said that I haven't caused you a lot of trouble in the past few days."

Da Niu smiled and said, "What are you saying? You can save a small life. I'm happier than anyone else. My Da Niu and you are brothers. If you talk like this, you will be outside."

Song Nan has everything in his memory and knows that what he said is true. Since he moved out of the North Street mansion to the simple house of Xiaoshiqiao five years ago, he has become neighbors with the Li family who lives next door. The Li family set up a stall in the back street to sell some snacks and soup. Li Da Niu is the son of the Li family.

"My little sister went to the mountain to collect medicine for you. She heard that people who have just recovered from serious illness need to mend their bodies and have no money to buy them, so she went up the mountain to try her luck to see if she could dig wild ginseng or He Shouwu or something. Haha, I don't have that patience, but I can catch fish." The bull laughed.

There is a burst of warmth in Song Nan's heart. Although she has been confused and in a bad mood these days, the care given to these people around her is a ray of sunshine in this strange era, illuminating her foggy heart. Maybe she will never go back to the era in which she lives. These people will be partners in their future life.

The two chatted a few times. Da Niu told some interesting things on the street to listen to Song Nan. Song Nan's heart was much more relaxed. Soon, the maid Xiaoping brought a large basin of hot fish soup and shouted, "The fish soup is ready. Drink it while it's hot."

Da Niu hurriedly said, "Don't break me. Your young master is a master. My Da Niu is a muddy leg. If Xiaoping calls me like this, I dare not come in the future."

Xiaoping squeezed her mouth and smiled, reached out and took a spoon to help them hold a large bowl of milky and fragrant fish soup for each of them, and handed it to their hands.

The big cow frowned, stretched out his chopsticks and put the fish in his bowl into Song Nan's bowl, raised his neck and took a sip of dried fish soup, and pouted, "Fantine, fresh! Aunt Song's craftsmanship is many times better than mine.

Song Nan held the hot fish soup, and the fog in his eyes steamed and gradually became moist.

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