The modern me and the Republic of China her

Chapter 451

Outside the window, there is a faint north wind howling among the branches.

Inside the house, a young man caressed the portrait, lost in thought.

The other boy, leaning against the head of the bed, couldn't resist the sleepiness and pain, and fell asleep.

Chen Xing didn't feel sleepy at all, but the more he stayed up late, the more energetic he became.

He stood up gently, walked slowly to the window, and breathed in the cold air coming in through the window crack.

A feeling of enlightenment spread throughout the body.

I have heard many legends about reincarnation since I was a child.

Even in his village with a population of less than a hundred, there have been several incidents:

As soon as the baby is full, he grabs the pipe on the kang and deftly puts tobacco leaves into it;
A family's daughter fell into the river. After being rescued, she insisted that she was a silk seller in a city hundreds of miles away;

Such anecdotes and strange things, pieced together, past life memories and reincarnation seem to be possible.

He glanced at his companion who had fallen asleep, and put the quilt back on.

"Xiao Lan has always been honest and kind, and will not lie. Maybe he really fell from another time and space"

"No matter what, I want to do my part as a brother and let him have less pain and suffering. Life is short and happiness is the best."

In the dead of night, the boy on the bed turned over, fell to the ground with a bone, and woke up with a start.

The pills sent by Baizhi have obvious detoxification effect.

After a good night's sleep, my physical strength recovered quickly.

Not only did he get up straight away, but his footsteps were no longer stiff, and he was as flexible as before when he was not injured.

His head was slightly dizzy, his lips were chapped, and he walked to the table by himself, picked up the teapot and poured water to drink.

Poured a glass of water and drank it, turned around inadvertently, and found Chen Xing standing in front of the window with his back turned to him.

"Brother Chen, are you still standing in front of the window and not sleeping, are you not sleepy?"

"You just woke up after falling asleep. It seems that beer is a good thing to refresh yourself. If we have an exam in the future, we should drink more."

Qilan looked at the messy desk in confusion, "Hey, why did the ink, paper and inkstone all fall to the ground?"

"You drank too much last night and insisted on drawing for me, making the desktop look like a wild boar descending into the village, dirty and messy."

After finishing speaking, Chen Xing handed over the portrait, "Not only did you draw a picture of a beautiful woman wearing a necklace, but you also said a lot of things that I couldn't understand."

"Oh?" He snatched the portrait in surprise, his palms were covered with cold sweat.

Damn!

You shouldn't drink alcohol after being unconscious after being poisoned.

In front of her father, she actually drew Ah Nan, which is something she wouldn't dare to do even if she had the guts of a leopard.

Qilan was at a loss for words for a while, she only asked for a crack in the floor, and hid in to suppress her shock.

Unexpectedly, Chen Xing patted him on the shoulder, showing a humble smile:

"Xiao Lan, I also want to make a portrait of Miss Chris. You must teach me when you have time."

Seeing that Ah Nan's young father didn't catch any clues and chased after him fiercely, Qilan let go of his hanging heart, and nodded in agreement:

"Okay, just wait for two days."

Perhaps because he was in a good mood, Chen Xing didn't push back on keeping the necklace, but put Ah Nan's portrait together with the necklace back into the book box under the bed.

The old year is on its tail.

The two sat side by side in the kitchen cooking soup and noodles, chatting about their plans for the New Year.

"Let's go to the countryside to celebrate the New Year together in a few days? Find a good place to hide the necklace, it's safer than putting it in the city."

"Okay, I'll go buy some new year's goods after dawn. Your mother has worked so hard to take care of Lin Mi and his daughter these days."

"Hey, it's only thanks to you that I have the opportunity to meet Miss Chris. I also want to ask you to persuade her to come to my house together. I just don't know if the foreign girl celebrates that Western New Year, or our Chinese New Year. new year."

"That was Christmas, which was earlier than our Lunar New Year, and Chris was over earlier. I'll talk to her when she comes back."

Chen Xing was so happy in his heart that he shook the spoon and almost burned his hand by the hot soup in the pot.

Then they chatted to the Bai Family Medical Center, discussing how to bring some rural snacks and pickles to Mr. Bai and Little Baizhi when they return to the city in the next year.

Haven't been this relaxed in a long time.Unconsciously, the dawn has come, and a twilight comes in from the window.

However, a hasty knock on the door broke the tranquility of the small courtyard in the early morning.

A little girl wearing glasses stood outside the courtyard before dawn and knocked on the door anxiously:
"Brother Xiaolan! Open the door!"

A pair of small fists seemed to be made of iron, pounding the door panel with a thud.

"It's Yueshan! I'll open the door, Brother Chen will help take care of this place!"

Qilan threw the kitchen utensils aside, rushed out of the kitchen, ran over and pulled the latch.

Regardless of how she found her all the way here, her eyes were red and her face was full of burning brows.

"No, my brother-in-law, Dr. Zhang has been arrested!"

He stomped his feet angrily: "This group of people, how can they squeeze soft persimmons!"

The night before, Zhang Wenxuan originally had a drink with Gu Qilan, said goodbye, and entrusted Dong Xiaomei with a box of imported medicine for treating pneumonia.

On the way back, he carried a heavy wicker box alone, walked to the crossroads, looked back at the place where Yuexian had a car accident, and a feeling of sadness came to his heart again.

"Before you leave, go to the churchyard and talk to her more. It will take a long time to come back."

After making up his mind, he temporarily changed his route and went in a big circle to buy flowers at the night market in the south of the city.

In the dimly lit place of the night market, holding a pot of purple flowers and plants with fallen leaves, he staggered towards the church in the east.

Unexpectedly, on the way, I ran into the car of Boss Tang and Mrs. Tang.They also went to visit their daughter.

Touching the scene creates emotion, and sadness comes from it.

Mrs. Tang broke down emotionally and burst into tears. The grief-stricken Boss Tang ordered the servants to tie him up again.

The last time Boss Tang let Zhang Wenxuan go, it was because of Qin Feng's face.

Right now, the person protecting him is also the mud bodhisattva crossing the river.

After Qin Feng hurriedly escaped from Xiaomei's bedroom that night, he felt very guilty.

Exhausted physically and mentally, he left the alley, stumbled and slipped back, not daring to breathe.

When he thinks of the half of a cigarette that was accidentally left on the scene, he becomes terrified, and that scene still haunts him:
Dean Dong's wife cursed like crazy, hit him on the head with the brass lamp holder, and in a moment of panic, accidentally stabbed him with the knife hidden in the photo frame in the bedroom
In the dead of night, I rummaged through the drawers, collected all the remaining cigarettes, soaked them in water, dug holes and buried them all in my garden.

In the next few days, he didn't dare to go to the police station, fearing that Sergeant Liu would find out.

I can only pretend to be sick at home, lie in bed, and let the servant girl collect all the local news and newspapers that can be bought in the market every day, and read them word by word, even the newspapers are not sloppy.

However, there is no news about Mrs. Dong.

Dead or not dead?

He can only speculate from experience that the latter is more likely--
If the person is really gone, the dean has a lot of contacts, so he must publish an obituary to inform relatives and friends, right?
Yue Shan saw that Zhang Wenxuan had been locked up by her father in the basement of her home, and she was so anxious to walk around in the room.

If my father handed over Dr. Zhang to the police station, it would be tantamount to killing his life.

My sister is gone, and she can't save her alone, and she can't even find a reason to help deliver some water and food.

In desperation, she memorized the address of Qilan's home written in Yuexian's diary, and fumbled all the way to ask for help in a carriage.
(End of this chapter)