In her dream, she tried to use her thoughts to guide her back to Changping Village. At this moment, the wind that had lifted her into the air suddenly changed from gentle to violent.
There was a fierce sweeping and whistling, and she felt like a leaf in the strong wind, being blown around and unable to distinguish between east, west and north.
Yang Ruoqing felt that she was about to be torn into pieces by this unwarranted wind. At this moment, she, who was not afraid of anything, started to be afraid.
She thought that she did not belong to this world in the first place. Originally, she was just a ray of soul from another world.
Because she encountered a plane crash during a mission, her soul traveled to Daqi and attached itself to a silly twelve-year-old country girl named Yang Ruoqing. Only then was she able to continue her life and even get married and have children...
During the original soul piercing, she was passive and was sent here without knowing anything.
Now, could it be that the trip is over and he wants to be found again?
Oh, mygod!
Don't, I can't leave, I don't want to leave, let me down, let me go back!
No matter how powerful Heaven is, it cannot play tricks on living beings like this. I want to come down!
I don’t know how long it took, but everything finally calmed down.
She opened her eyes and found that she was standing in a courtyard.
The yard is not very big, but every plant, tree, flower and stone in it is very particular.
At first glance, it looks like the backyard of a wealthy family with a strong foundation.
A lantern hung under the surrounding corridor a few steps away, but her eyes were attracted by a room in front of her that was leaking light.
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 room, very elegant and tidy.
Next to the wall is a whole wall of bookshelves with various books on them.
In front of the bookshelf, there is a huge rosewood desk with pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
There was a child sitting on the elegant Taishi chair.
Judging from the figure, the child should be about the same age as Luo Baobao and Dazhi. However, the little hand is holding a brush and writing and drawing on the white paper spread out in front of him.
Whose child is this?
What cruel parents, why do you want him to practice writing at such a young age?
Yang Ruoqing thought to herself and found it interesting, so she stood at the window and continued to look at it.
The child had his head buried. When he finished writing a few columns and raised his head to dip his head in ink, Yang Ruoqing's eyes and facial features broke into Yang Ruoqing's sight.
Yang Ruoqing's whole heart was instantly grasped tightly by an invisible big hand, almost suffocating her.
"Chen'er?"
The name jumped out of her mind like lightning.
Her body eagerly wanted to get through the window, but the window seemed to be open, but it seemed that an intangible but real barrier had been set up to block her.
She banged against the window like crazy, just like the puppy trying to break open the transparent glass door.
But to no avail.
"Chen'er!"
"Chen'er!"
"My son, I am your mother, I am your mother!"
She was surprised and happy, impatient and impatient, and shouted into the study room with all her strength.
However, her voice seemed to exist in a vacuum. Only she could hear it, and it could not reach the study room at all.
She stood at the window, watching the child holding the brush in one hand, and flicking the cuff of the hand holding the brush with the other hand, lest the cuff get stained with ink.
Then, gently place the full tip of the pen on the paper in front of you again.
The rustling sound, accompanied by the scent of ink, reached Yang Ruoqing's ears and drifted into her nostrils.
She just stood at the window, smiling, crying, and trembling uncontrollably, looking at him from a distance...
These eyebrows, facial features, and body are simply a miniature version of Luo Fengtang!
This temperament and charm are somewhat similar to his uncle Daan.
Yang Ruoqing absolutely believed that this was Chen'er, her son who had been separated for almost two years.
He is not dead, he is alive, and he is well cared for by well-meaning people.
Moreover, he is very promising!
By the way, whose yard is this? She was going to look for clues, and when she woke up, she was going to tell Tang Yazi, and then follow the clues to find him!
Lanterns, there must be related words on the lanterns.
Because in ancient times, wealthy families liked to put their own marks on their carriages, lanterns, and other special items.
She raised her head, and just as she was about to look for it, a gust of wind hit her, and her vision suddenly went dark. She was swept up into the sky again, and was thrown thousands of miles away.
Only that long and mournful cry almost cut through the sky.
"Chen'er..."
…
In the study, the nurse came in.
"Little Master, it's late at night, it's time to rest." The wet nurse came to the desk amiably and said softly.
But he found that the young master stopped his hand and looked up at the window over there.
"What's wrong, 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, "Mommy, just now I thought I heard someone calling me over there."
"ah?"
The wet nurse was startled and quickly looked toward the window over there.
There is nothing outside, the cold wind blows in from there.
The wet nurse suddenly felt like a layer of hair had grown all over her body, so she quickly walked over and closed the window.
"Nothing, maybe you are tired from writing!" said the wet nurse.
The little boy blinked.
Is it?
However, just now I clearly heard someone shouting, and it was a woman's voice.
Looking at the wet nurse who was pale with panic and obviously a little scared, the little boy slightly curled his lips.
He was not afraid of that woman's voice at all. On the contrary, it was somewhat inexplicably kind!
He couldn't help but wake up...
"Little master, it's getting late, why don't you go to bed? Will you get up to read and write again during the day tomorrow?" The wet 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 wet nurse to rest.
"Qing'er? Qing'er, what's wrong with you?"
"Qing'er, wake up quickly!"
"Qing'er!"
"ah!"
With a sudden movement, Yang Ruoqing suddenly sat up.
"Oh, thank God, I finally woke up!"
Li Xiuxin's voice immediately reached her ears.
Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes, and what came into view were the anxious and worried faces of Yang Yongzhi and Li Xiuxin in front of her.
Yang Yongzhi was holding a candle in his hand and lighting it.
The candlelight danced, and Yang Ruoqing took a few deep breaths. She sat there, her mind racing with what she had just seen, and she couldn't recover for a while.
"Qing'er, can 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.
