Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 2275 Chen'er? (four more)

In her dream, she tried to use her mind to guide herself back to Changping Village. At this moment, the wind that lifted her into the air before suddenly changed from gentle to violent.

There was a fierce sweep and whistling, and she felt like a leaf in a strong wind, being blown to this side, and she couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north.

Yang Ruoqing felt that she was about to be torn into pieces by this unreasonable gust of wind. At this moment, she, who was not afraid of anything, started to be afraid.

She thought that she didn't belong to this world in the first place, that she was a ray of soul from another world.

Because of an air crash during the mission, her soul traveled to Daqi and attached herself to a 12-year-old rural girl named Yang Ruoqing, so she was able to continue her life and even get married and have children...

In the original soul wear, she was passive, and was sent here without knowing anything.

Now, could it be that the tour is over and he is going to be found again?

oh, my god!

Don't, I can't go, I don't want to go, let me down, let me go back!

No matter how powerful the way of heaven is, it can't play with creatures like this. I want to come down!

I don't know how long it took, but finally everything calmed down.

She opened her eyes and found herself standing in a courtyard.

The yard is not very big, but every plant, every tree, every flower and every stone in it are all exquisite.

At first glance, it is the backyard of a rich family with a strong foundation.

Below the surrounding verandah, a lantern was hung a few steps away, but her sight was attracted by a room in front of which the light was leaking.

There seemed to be something special in that room, attracting her and calling her.

The body involuntarily floated towards the window over there.

This should be a study, very elegant and tidy.

Next to the wall is a whole wall of bookshelves with various books on it.

In front of the bookshelf, on a huge red sandalwood desk, there is a complete set of pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

On the elegant grand master's chair, a child is sitting upright.

Judging by the figure, the child should be about the same age as Luo Baobao and Dazhi, but the little hand was holding a brush, writing and drawing on the clean white paper in front of him.

Whose child is this?
What a cruel father and mother, let him practice writing at such a young age?
Yang Ruoqing thought to herself, feeling a little interesting, so she stood at the window and continued to look at it.

The child kept his head down. When he finished writing a few columns and raised his head to dip his ink, his eyebrows and facial features came into Yang Ruoqing's sight.

Yang Ruoqing's whole heart was held tightly by an invisible big hand in an instant, almost suffocating her.

"Chen'er?"

In her heart, the name jumped out like lightning.

The body eagerly wanted to get into the window, but the window seemed to be open, but it seemed to have set up an intangible but real barrier to block her.

She banged on the window like crazy, just like the puppy trying to smash open the transparent glass door.

But to no avail.

"Chen'er!"

"Chen'er!"

"My son, I am mother, I am your mother!"

Surprised and delighted, anxious and irritable, she yelled into the study with all her might.

However, her voice seemed to exist in a vacuum, only she could hear it, and it couldn't be transmitted into the study at all.

Standing at the window, she watched the child hold the writing brush in one hand, and flicked the cuff of the hand holding the writing brush with the other hand, lest the cuff get stained with ink.

Then, lightly drop the full-absorbed pen on the paper in front of him again.

The rustling sound, accompanied by the scent of ink, reached Yang Ruoqing's ears and wafted into her nostrils.

She just stood at the window, smiling, crying, trembling uncontrollably, looking at him from afar...

These eyebrows, these facial features, and this body are simply a miniature version of Luo Fengtang!

This temperament, this charm, is somewhat similar to his uncle Da'an.

Yang Ruoqing absolutely believed that this was Chen'er, her lost son for almost two years.

He's not dead, he's alive, and he's been well cared for by kind people.

Moreover, he is very promising!
By the way, whose yard is this?She wanted to find clues, and when she woke up, she wanted to tell Tang Yazi, and then follow the clues to find them!
Lanterns, there must be related words on the lanterns.

Because this big family in ancient times likes to mark their own marks on their carriages, lanterns, and other special items.

She raised her head, and just as she was about to search for it, a gust of wind hit her, and her eyes suddenly went dark. She was swept up into the sky again, and was thrown thousands of miles away.

Only that mournful and long cry almost pierced the sky.

"Chen'er..."

……

In the study, the wet nurse came in.

"Little master, it's late at night, it's time to rest." The nurse came to the desk amiably and said softly.

But he found that the little master was stopping his hands, looking up at the window over there.

"What's the matter, little master? What are you looking at?" The wet nurse asked curiously.

The little boy came back to his senses, looked at the window over there, and said, "Nurse, I thought I heard someone calling me over there just now."

"what?"

The nurse was startled, and hurriedly looked towards the window over there.

There is nothing outside, and the cold wind blows in from there.

The nurse suddenly felt like a layer of fine hair was covering her body, she hurried over and closed the window.

"There is nothing, maybe you are tired from writing!" said the nurse.

The little boy blinked.

Is it?

However, just now I clearly heard someone shouting, moreover, it was a woman's voice.

Looking at the nurse who was pale with fear, the little boy slightly curled his lips.

He wasn't afraid of that woman's voice at all, on the contrary, it was kind of inexplicably kind!
He couldn't help but come to his senses...

"Little master, it's getting late, why don't you go to bed? Get up to read and write again in the daytime tomorrow?" The nurse returned to the desk and coaxed her patiently.

The little boy came back to his senses, nodded slightly, put down the brush in his hand, got up and followed the nurse to rest.

"Qing'er? Qing'er, what's the matter with you?"

"Qing'er, wake up!"

"Qing'er!"

"what!"

Suddenly, Yang Ruoqing sat up suddenly.

"Oh, thank God, this is finally waking up!"

Li Xiuxin's voice came to his ears immediately.

Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes, and there were two anxious and worried faces of Yang Yongzhi and Li Xiuxin in front of her.

Yang Yongzhi held a candle in his hand and lit it.

The candle flames danced, Yang Ruoqing took a few breaths, sat there, her mind was filled with what she had just seen, and she couldn't recover for a while.

"Qing'er, did you say something? Don't scare us!"

Yang Yongzhi's voice came again.

Yang Ruoqing blinked and rolled her eyes a few times before she came back to her senses.

(End of this chapter)