The past life is cold and the present life is warm

Chapter 1 Awakening
In the 21st year of Changhe, early autumn.

There is a scorching feeling on the body in the midday sun.It was very hot, but there was a hint of coolness in the shade.

In the shade under the porch, a small casserole was simmering on a small stove.Wisps of sweet smell wafted out of the casserole.

Beside the stove, a little girl in green was fanning the fire with a worried expression on her face.On the bench between the pillars opposite the stove, another little girl in green was bored leaning on the railing and eating melon seeds.

In the east compartment, Su Wanqiu woke up from the pain all over her body.Her eyes were so dry that she couldn't open them, but the thought that flashed through her mind was that she was not dead.

Would Shao Zhiqi give up the opportunity to get rid of himself without reconciling?What about bro?A person like Brother Yan can't be dragged down because of her.Such a death is also considered retribution for himself.

But how could that person who looked like a banished fairy be burdened by such a dirty thing, and how could he be killed because of this dirty thing?After all, of the two, the only one with a dirty mind is himself.

Su Wanqiu raised her dry and swollen eyelids with some difficulty.What caught my eye was not the expected dilapidated and simple house.It's the top of the curtain that I have watched for 15 years, which I am familiar with but feels far away.

On the peach-colored tent top, large groups of hibiscus flowers were embroidered with gold thread.

I haven't seen this tent for many years.Could it be... Could it be that daddy took him back home?Thinking of this possibility, Su Wanqiu's eyes filled with tears, but she forcibly held back.

I thought: Shouldn't my father be in Yangxing's hometown?And how could the stepmother agree to let me in when such a thing happened?After all, her attitude towards her stepmother has always been very bad, which broke her heart.

Su Wanqiu wanted to call out, but found that her throat was hard and her lips were chapped.No sound can come out clearly from the mouth.She struggled to sit up, but the weakness of her whole body and the dizziness of her head made her limp on the bed again.

Fortunately, her struggling voice caught the attention of the maids outside.After a while, a little maid with an oval face in emerald clothes and a double bun hurried into the cubicle.

The lowered bed curtain was gently lifted a crack from the outside.The eyes of Su Wanqiu and the little maid who lifted the curtain unexpectedly met.

Su Wanqiu who was lying on the bed looked at the little maid with astonishment as if struck by lightning.But there was a storm in my heart.

This...isn't this her personal maid, Su Zhu?She, wasn't she framed to death a year ago?Moreover, Suzhu also looks much smaller than then.That is to say, is he still dead?
Seeing that Su Wanqiu woke up, Su Zhu hurriedly hung up the curtain on one side, then turned around and walked two steps into the hall, shouting: "Miss is awake, Bixi hasten to invite the doctor, and Danmei to inform the old lady. Mozhan quickly bring in the sweet soup that is simmering on the stove outside."

After Su Zhu shouted, she turned around, touched Su Wanqiu's forehead and said happily: "The fever is finally gone. Girl, you are awake. You have been in a coma for two days. If you don't wake up again, the old lady and the master are going to ask someone to call for a doctor. "

Su Wanqiu didn't hear what Su Zhu said behind her, and she was a little confused thinking about this: where is this, tourmaline, danmei, and mozhan are all there?
Su Zhu continued to smile and said: "It's good if you wake up. Miss, did you just want to sit down?" After asking, she found that Su Wanqiu didn't blink her eyes, she just stared at herself blankly, not intending to answer.

Su Zhu hurriedly waved her hand at Su Wanqiu, and asked anxiously: "Miss, what's wrong with you. Don't scare Su Zhu."

Su Wanqiu came back to her senses suddenly, tears welled up in her eyes again.Gently nodded.

Seeing that she was fine, Su Zhu leaned over and carefully helped Su Wanqiu up.Then he put a thick and flimsy pillow behind her.After finishing these ink cups, he just walked in with a bowl of sweet soup.

Suzhu took the sweet soup, picked it up with a spoon and blew it, and said with a smile: "Girl, you have been burning for two days, and you haven't had any rice water. Drink this bowl of sweet soup first to moisten your throat and replenish your strength." "

Su Wanqiu took a sip of the sweet soup that was brought to her lips.The soft waxy smoothness is stained with the fragrance of pears, and it slowly melts in the mouth.Looking up, the scene in front of me is so familiar, but I can't remember when it happened.After Su Wanqiu drank a small bowl of sweet soup, she finally felt alive.

After clearing her throat, Su Wanqiu looked at Su Zhu with a hoarse voice and asked, "Su Zhu, where are we?" Then she looked at Mo Zhan, who was standing aside with a smile and said nothing, and asked, "Mo Zhan, you are dead too Yet?"

"Bah bah bah, what is dead or not. Girl, don't talk nonsense. Of course you are in the mansion. Girl, you just got a cold. The doctor said that as long as the girl wakes up and the fever subsides, there will be no serious problems. At most cough A few days." Su Zhu said with a frown while handing the empty bowl to Mo Zhan.

Didn't he die?Su Wanqiu breathed a sigh of relief, it's good that she didn't die, otherwise what would happen to his Pan'er in the future.But what happened to the wind and cold?Shouldn't he be beaten to death with a stick?How did that real feeling turn into a wind chill.

Su Wanqiu thought of something, threw off the quilt suddenly, and fumbled all over her body.Su Zhu standing on one side was so frightened that she hurriedly pulled up the thin quilt and wrapped Su Wanqiu up: "Girl, you are crazy. You have just returned from fever, if the quilt is lifted, if the wind blows again, you will catch a cold. The wind and cold will worsen." What should I do?"

Nothing, no injuries at all.Could it be that because of death, there will be no traces left on the body?Su Wanqiu wrapped herself in the quilt and thought blankly.Su Zhu on the side looked at Su Wanqiu worriedly, and then at Mozhan who came in with another bowl of sweet soup.

Mo Zhan carefully carried the bowl and walked towards the bed, then glanced at Su Zhu and said softly: "Just now I saw the master and the old lady enter the yard outside the house. They will be here soon."

While talking, there was a burst of chaotic and hurried footsteps outside the room.Then there was the sound of the curtain being pulled open.

Following the sound of footsteps, an old woman wearing a dark chrome-yellow double-breasted gown with dark and auspicious clouds, lined with a six-piece skirt of silk-colored semi-fir and light lotus-colored, with dark makeup and cloud patterns on the corners of the skirt people.

The old woman was half-supported by a nanny, and walked into the room eagerly.Behind her was a middle-aged man who was wearing a dark blue straight gown with dark bamboo patterns and a beautiful blue sash belt around his waist. His expression seemed calm, but there was a hint of joy in the corners of his eyes and brows.

Su Wanqiu raised her eyes and saw that it was her grandmother Su Wushi and father Su Kanghui.Finally, the tears that had been suppressed just now could no longer be suppressed at this moment, the tears rolled down from the corners of the eyes like crystal beads, rolled over the cheeks and disappeared on the quilt.

She wanted to call her daddy and grandma, but her mouth was trembling and she couldn't say anything.For some reason, the moment I saw my father and grandmother, my heart was filled with a sense of grievance.

At this moment, she didn't want to think about where she was?I also don't want to know why my grandmother is still alive and my father is also there.All she wanted was a good cry.

Seeing his daughter weeping uncontrollably, Su Kanghui's face began to lose color.She was so scared that she hurried forward to pat Su Wanqiu's back through the quilt and said in a low voice, "What's wrong with our baby Nian'er? Why are you crying so sadly? Did you have a nightmare and someone bullied you? Don't be afraid." Daddy is here, Daddy will beat you back."

Because of her father's touch and words, Su Wanqiu's body was a little stiff, she turned her head to see her father's thoughts were churning, and she forgot to cry for a moment.

　New writers, please take care of me.Please wait patiently because the update may be slow with the baby.

　　
　
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