Chapter 51

Chapter 51 Is Master Pretending to be sick today (1)

Xu Qichen's hunch is always wrong.

He always felt that it was time, and he was leaving, and he really left.

The body once again fell without controlling, and in the endless darkness, consciousness began to gather again.

A shouting came from the ear, suddenly far and near.

who is it?

The sound is getting clearer.

"Brother Lin! Brother Lin!"

Suddenly awakened.

In front of her eyes, a little girl in a gray -blue embroidered long skirt. In front of her forehead, she was a sharp bangs, with long braids with long braids and anxiety.

"Brother Lin, you finally wake up!"

Xu Qichen frowned slightly, his eyes turned around, only to see a four -square carved wooden bed. Slightly stretched out, and looked outside, so saw the ornaments in the house, antique and ancient colors. However, there are several abrupt Western oil paintings on the wall, which is not commensurate with the decorative style of the entire house.

Returning back, looking down at his own costume.

Wearing only white lilies, butt flowers buttons. At a glance, there was a hidden cotton cotton gown on the mahogany shelf by the bed.

"Brother Lin, what do you send, get up, the wife is looking for you." The little girl looked very anxious and hurriedly took the gown and handed it to him.

I was a little uncomfortable. took the gown and looked back. There were no other people in the bed.

An indescribable loss of disappointment wrapped him up.

Where did the little girl know the pain in Xu Qichen's heart and just urged them blindly. Although they have not fully figured out the situation, after all, they really came to another world. The task was always completed. Sitting next to the bed bending and wearing shoes.

I was still unwilling in my heart, I could only ask, "0901, I have come to the third world, right?"

The long -lost 0901 said, "Yes, Mr. Xu, you came to the third world. The background of this world is Jiang Yan during the Republic of China. The role you need to play this time is Sun Lin."

Sun Lin is the protagonist of this Republic of China.

As soon as he stood up, Xu Qichen found something wrong and looked down at his right foot.

Two more steps.

The right foot is lame.

It really is Sun Lin.

"Brother Lin, wash it first, so as not to blame his wife later." The little girl brought a copper basin equipped with half a pot of hot water with a white cotton towel on it and put it on the copper mirror shelf.

Xu Qichen responded and walked over. Although it was lame, it was not very stuttering, and the left and right feet were less than one centimeters. However, for Xu Qichen who was used to walking normally, such a little fine distance was so small distance. It still causes a lot of difficulties.

Sighing in his heart, strange can only blame his own settings.

Sun Lin's hometown was originally in a village. The old gentleman taught in the village had a child and a daughter. The daughter was very beautiful. She often followed the father who entered the city to buy a pen and ink. Later, she stayed in the paper factory in the provincial capital to find a job. After more than two months, the girl returned to the countryside herself, and her father asked for a forced to ask, only to know that she was pregnant and sneaked back.

The girl's temper is very bad, and she is unwilling to disclose half -point news about her children's biological father. She can only hide back to her hometown to raise her fetus. The child was finally born, but the mother was in the day.

When the old man was about to return to the countryside with his children, he was stopped by the old housekeeper of Song's department store. He entertained the grandfather outside the building, saying that Mrs. Song wanted to support his grandson for him.

The pedantic old man who read the four books and five classics for a lifetime is naturally unwilling to support this unknown grandson himself. He just came to the house and was a prominent door. He also gave it out at will. Family.

The plot and setting recall that Xu Qichen's heart was slightly confident.

After washing face, looked up and glanced at the face in the bronze mirror. The hair was not long or short, and it was scattered softly. It looked eighteen or nine years old. The skin was good. The vice master looks.

Xu Qichen wiped the water on his hand with a noodle towel, and followed the girl to push the door out.

As soon as he stepped out of half a step, he was blown up by the windy snow from the outside of the house. Xu Qichen moved his collar and retracted his hands back to his sleeves.

In front of the gallery, one side planted several red plums with a patio, and the snowflakes slowly drifted out of the patio, falling on the ground that was already piled up. Several girls who were the same as the little girl in the corridor as the same girl should be the servants of the Song family.

"Brother Lin."

Xu Qichen was not used to this title, and stunned, saw the little girl stopped and glanced at him, "Brother Lin, how do you look at the strange and not spiritual, is it sick? Yesterday, you should really stop it. You and the young master should not play what to fight. "

Snow?

Xu Qichen grabbed the information and carefully recalled the plot in the original text. There are indeed scenes of playing after snow, so the plot that I have passed in now is already the middle part of the original text.

In order not to let the little girl doubt, Xu Qichen finally said back.

"It is estimated that it was a little cold yesterday, and today I feel that my brain is very drowsy."

Sun Lin is a intelligent and quiet personality in the text. This is convenient. He didn't get much different from him, and he didn't have to worry about it.

"I just said." The little girl took a mouth and stopped saying more.

In the novel, the ancestors of the Song family operated the cloth village in the late Qing Dynasty. Song Mingkun, the first generation of this generation, is a very business -minded industrialist. Following the trend of the times, the first department store was run in Jiang Yingxing. Often freighter, half of them belong to the word Song.

Although it is a businessman, it can be so large that the means of human connections are indispensable. Song Mingkun's wife is the niece of Deputy Mayor Jiang Yan, a serious lady.

The couple of the two for many years can be regarded as affection, but after more than ten years of married Mrs. Song, they gave birth to two daughters. In that era, this was the task of not completing the succession.

Song Mingkun's old lady looked anxious, so she quietly sought him to find Aunt Fang Mrs. outside. did not expect that a son was really born, so she made up the wedding in a beautiful manner and married the two aunts into the Song family's mansion.

How could Mrs. Song, who was arrogant, could swallow this breath, so she visited the famous medicine to raise her body. The second year when her aunt entered the house, she was pregnant with another child.

At that time, the wife's age was already thirty. At that time, she was considered an elderly mother at that time. Therefore, during this pregnancy, the whole house turned around and the wife turned around, and she didn't see her hands. But this child was too expensive Rao was guarding, and he didn't cook it for ten months, and he hurried out in August.

Fortunately, Mrs. Song, who was looking forward to the Moon, was looking forward to her son. It's just that this delicate little master is not enough in the fetus. Several famous doctors look at it, saying that they are afraid that they will die.

Mrs. Song, who was shocked, used everything, and had to find a fortune teller. This is incredible. The young master’s life is extremely false and the blessing is short. There is only one way to avoid disaster disease. The exactly boy raised beside the young master and blocked him.

There is no coincidence that this unlucky ghost is the Sun Lin who is playing Xu Qichen.

The son of the Mrs. Mrs. Shengfang was the youngest master in the family. She really was afraid of falling in her hand and was afraid of it in her mouth.

Sun Lin's little life also turned around this little master.

Facing the snow and snow, Xu Qichen looked at the Song family in his novels into a concrete reality, and felt very novel in his heart.

The house of the Song family is not the same as other large households, just like this special era, China and the West blended.

The back house where Xu Qichen was located was an antique in the late Qing Dynasty deep house structure, with a history of more than a hundred years. It is different in front. It is the new boundary bought by Song Mingkun. The style of the houses in the concession creates a beautiful garden house with a red brick slope and a three -story high -rise building. It is also necessary to be angry. There is a pool in the middle of the two houses in the middle of the two houses, and it is quite somewhat ancient and modern.

Xu Qichen followed the small girl to turn around the corridor, stepped out of the high door of the back house, and passed through the pool, and then entered the house where the wife and young man lived.

An old woman standing at the back door saw the two of them and quickly opened the door, "Oh, I said A Lin, you are finally here, hurry up and follow me."

Xu Qichen didn't say anything. He still didn't know the situation very well. He was afraid that he would cause trouble if he talked too much.

The little girl beside her opened her mouth, looking cautious, "Mother Zhang, is the young master still making trouble?"

"Don't mention it, my wife is dying." Zhang's mother hurriedly led the two upstairs. Xu Qichen was not used to wearing this kind of long gown, and because of the inconvenience of his legs and feet, it was a little difficult to walk.

"Brother Lin, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

Xu Qichen shook his head, "My legs... can't walk fast."

"Yes, yes, I forgot." Zhang's mother slowed down a bit, but she went up to the second floor within a few steps, and went straight to the innermost part. Before she reached the door, she heard the voice of a middle-aged woman.

"Everyone says that they are doctors, and they can't even cure a cold and fever! Please come as long as you are mad at me!"

This is probably Mrs. Song, Xu Qichen thought.

Once at the door, Zhang's mother took two steps back and pushed Xu Qichen, "A Lin, go in by yourself."

Xu Qichen was a little flustered, but now he has rushed the ducks to the shelves, and he can't do it if he doesn't go in. Thinking of this, Xu Qichen bit his head and knocked on the door.

When the door opened, a little girl smiled when she saw Xu Qichen, and turned back and shouted, "Madam, Brother Lin is here!"

How to make it seem like he is a genius doctor.

"Call in, we've been waiting for a long time!"

Xu Qichen hurriedly followed the little girl in. He didn't know what to use for heating in this room. It was several times warmer than his own room just now. Western-style floral sofa, gramophone, piano, a full set of Western style.

Xu Qichen walked into the room, and saw four or five little girls lined up in a row, carrying meals, medicine bowls and washbasins, going around an eight-open pear blossom wood and gold silk painting screen, and seeing that several stations were neither sitting nor sitting. Doctor, sitting beside the bed was a rich woman who looked to be about fifty years old. When she saw Xu Qichen come in, her originally anxious brows immediately stretched a lot, and she gently pushed the quilt raised high on the bed, "Son, , I called A Lin."

After saying that, Mrs. Song smiled and waved to Xu Qichen.

Xu Qichen walked over, wondering if it would be more polite to stand beside the bed, but he was dragged by Mrs. Song to sit beside the bed.

A muffled voice came from the quilt, "Are you here?"

Mrs. Song pushed Xu Qichen's arm, and then Xu Qichen said, "Little Master, I'm here."

A long and slender hand stretched out from the quilt and dragged it in mid-air for a long time, but she didn't touch it. Mrs. Song looked anxious, she held the hand and put it on Xu Qichen's arm, "It's here."

The young master's hand went down his arm, groping to find Xu Qichen's hand, and grasped it.

"It's so cold." The voice was still muffled.

Mrs. Song stood up immediately, "Xiaoyue, go get A Lin a hand stove."

"Son, how do you feel now? Not a lot?"

That hand clasped Xu Qichen's hand tightly, it was very hot and warm, even warmer than the hand stove handed over by the girl.

"It's better, it's better, you all go out." The person in the quilt seemed to have turned over and the bed moved, "There are so many people, I'm so dizzy."

Mrs. Song said yes again and again, but she was a little worried, and reached into the quilt, "I feel it, and it's still burning."

"Don't burn, you all go out."

Then Mrs. Song backed away, "You all go down and put the food on the table."

The young master who was bored in the quilt opened again, "Mother, you go out too."

Mrs. Song sighed, patted Xu Qichen's shoulder, and watched him.

Xu Qichen didn't understand what this look meant, but just watched the people in the house go out one by one, so she stood up and prepared to leave. Almost poured on the bed.

I am so sick.

"I didn't let you go out."

Xu Qichen sat back to the bed again and wanted to open this man's hand, but couldn't open it, so he had to grab himself with his wrist, hot, and live like a burning iron pliers. Own.

"Are they all gone?"

"Well, leave."

After listening to Xu Qichen's answer, the young master of the Song family suddenly lifted the quilt and revealed his face.

Xu Qichen glanced at it.

This is a sharp corner, which can be called a very handsome face. The black hair is affixed to the forehead because of the wetness. wonder if it is because of the fever.

"Sullen me." He drilled up and leaned on the quilt's head for a long time on the goose feathers soft pillow. "I feel comfortable as soon as you come, and it is not uncomfortable." He coughed twice. Xu Qichen was a little distressed. When he saw a cup of tea on the carved wooden cabinet, he reached out and handed it to him.

The young master took the tea and gurgled, put the tea cup aside, "Wait for me to burn back, let's go to play the snow again."

A sick face showed a bright smile at Xu Qichen.

The small tiger teeth are like the bright spots on the porcelain, and it is very dazzling.

Xu Qichen shocked.

Looking at this smile, was so embarrassed.

I always feel that this person will shout a senior in the next second.

"0901, this is the target of the third world, Song Yiyan, is it?"

0901 quickly answered: "Yes, Mr. Xu, your main task in this world is to change your death ending, and at the same time, the emotional line of Song Yiyan is successful."

Gang and Muyao opened, and there was another Song Yiyan who laughed with seven points.

Xu Qichen's mood was extremely complicated.

I don't know if it's joy or worry.

"How do you stunned and didn't talk." Song Yan said, and he was about to touch Xu Qichen's forehead when he stretched his other hand. Xu Qichen was hiding.

"Frozen?" He saw the wind and coughed several times. When he heard Xu Qichen said, he lifted the quilt and pulled Xu Qichen's hand to drag into the bed.

Xu Qichen was a little surprised. "No need, I have warmed up when I enter the house."

However, the other party ignored it, and he dragged him into the warm quilt, his face facing his face, but the distance between the two punch was not separated.

"You are weird today."

Xu Qichen was startled, and quickly covered with a smile, "No ..."

Song Yiyan looked at Xu Qichen's eyes, "We have been sleeping together for so many years when we were young, how can you be awkward now?"

He was still smiling, the little tiger teeth on his lips made Xu Qichen unable to think calmly.

"I... no, no embarrassment."

"Well then, is it warmer?"

Xu Qichen nodded blankly.

"I have a fever to warm your bed." Song Yuanyan wanted to make him laugh, but when he coughed accidentally, he covered his mouth and kept coughing, and he couldn't stop once he coughed.

Xu Qichen was at a loss for a moment, wondering if he should get medicine for him, but the young master grabbed his hand and went around his back, listening to him coughing and saying intermittently, "Touch your back for me."

The fingers on his back froze.

Xu Qichen couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was in his heart.

Familiar and unfamiliar.

Gently stroked his back again and again, against the white silk tunic, and felt his slightly bulging spine rubbing against his palm.

His coughing finally stopped, his face flushed red, and he leaned closer to Xu Qichen, his voice low.

"Those doctors all know that they are Hua Tuo alive, and what they say is better than singing, but few of them can do it. The medicine prescribed is terribly bitter and useless at all." He seemed a little tired. , closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, suddenly, as if remembering something, he reached under the pillow, took out a small paper bag, opened it, revealing a few small transparent squares, he picked it up A small piece was fed to Xu Qichen's mouth.

"Do you want to eat it? I used it for bitterness when I was drinking medicine just now, but it's sweet. It's an American sugar cube."

Looking at his expectant eyes, Xu Qichen opened his mouth slightly and ate the candy.

Song Yuanyan looked very satisfied and sighed, "If you want me to tell you, it's all in vain to find so many doctors. My life is tied to your hands."

He turned his face sideways and looked into Xu Qichen's eyes.

The sweetness of the sugar cube gradually melted from the tip of the tongue.

"Only you can save me."