Bring your son to chase after your wife, please go home

Chapter 1275 Fan Wai Six One Inch Lovesickness One Inch Ash (2)
Suqin vaguely felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember where she heard it.

"I want... the voice of the woman in his dream."

Suqin bowed her head, speaking every word very slowly, as if the man would disappear the next moment if she spoke too fast.

"Heh—" Fei Shu sneered in a low voice, "Have you ever wondered who is in his dream?"

"I don't know." Suqin shook her head, "I just know that I want to replace that person, even if it's just a voice. At least, he can't see it, can't he?"

That man was stabbed in the eye when he was walking on the snow field, and he suffered from snow blindness. The doctor asserted that he would never regain his sight in this life.

The night before holding the ghost wedding for her sister, she regretted it because she realized that she fell in love with that stubborn and stubborn man. He said his name was An Ruhan.

"Since you want that person's voice, then exchange it with your own voice!" Fei Shu swept his wide sleeves, and a small table with a teacup broke through the veils and landed firmly in front of Su Qin.

"Old rules, this is contract tea, drink it to seal the deal." Fei Shu's voice was emotionless, "But I have to remind you, if the voice you exchanged can't impress him, and even make him want to escape , then your entire voice will be damaged, and from now on your voice will be as ugly as howling ghosts."

For no reason, Suqin thought of the old woman who had just led her in, with that weird hoarse voice, eyes covered by a wide hat brim and right hand covered by a wide sleeve, the lifelessness around her made people feel timid at first sight.

Trying to take a deep breath, Suqin looked up at the teacup on the small table, the liquid inside was as bright red as blood, steaming hot, with a strange smell.

Biting her lip, Suqin picked up the teacup and drank it down without hesitation.

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2. The Spring Festival has passed, but the border town of Dongchuan is still immersed in a lively atmosphere. On the streets paved with bluestone slabs, children chase and play, and occasionally light firecrackers. They quickly hide their ears and stick out their heads to watch .

The storyteller in the teahouse had already prepared a wealth of materials and combined them into exciting stories, showing off his eloquence while spitting.

In the southeast corner, there are two people sitting.

The man was dressed in a plain robe, with long hair like ink draped over his shoulders. His silhouette was exquisite and full of elegance. Even though his complexion was a little pale at this time, it couldn't hide the innate lazy charm between his brows.

Unfortunately……

His eyes were completely lifeless, and there were no waves in the stagnant water.

The woman sitting across from him sighed softly, but this tiny movement reached the man's ears.

"It seems that we won't be able to hear the story from Daliang again today, let's go!" The man fumbled for the edge of the table and stood up, his voice slightly grave.

The woman remained silent, but also got up and helped him with her left hand.

In front of him, she never spoke a word.

After leaving the teahouse, the man paused slightly, his lips curled up slightly, "I seem to have never heard Suqin's voice before!"

Suqin pursed her red lips lightly.

The man said again: "I vaguely think that Miss Suqin should be able to talk."

"You..." Suqin didn't know what to say, but she stopped immediately after hearing her own strange voice.

The man was shocked when he heard the words, and he froze in place. After a long time, he muttered, his eyes were slightly red, "Little Junior Sister..."

"I..." Suqin was dazed for a moment, Fei Shu once asked her if she knew who the person in his dream was, she replied that it didn't matter who that person was, she just wanted to replace her.

(End of this chapter)