Before she could get over the scene in her dream, Zhang Xueqing felt panicked for a while.
"What's wrong? Are you having a nightmare?" A voice came from Zhang Xueqing's side, waking up the panicked person.
Following the voice, he saw that it was the person in his dream, but he was not as serious as in the photo. At this time, the man's eyes were full of worry.
"Meng... Fansen?"
Zhang Xueqing glanced at the man, then looked around at the surrounding situation. On a long bed, her quilt was in the middle. There was a little girl sleeping soundly on the right side. Opposite was a glass window. You can see the world of ice and snow outside.
"Where is this?"
The voice was cold, not as friendly as speaking to someone familiar.
"My mother's house." Meng Fansen replied quickly. The state of the person in front of him made him a little panicked.
Zhang Xueqing's memory gradually came back. The scene in her dream just now was not a simple dream, but something that really happened in her previous life. It was just that she had forgotten it. Only now did she remember that she had also had a relationship with this man in her previous life. intersection.
Is the man holding the umbrella and the tattoo really the person Xu Dazhuang said he wanted to harm him before?
Who is that person? He is standing behind Meng Fansen, only half of his face is exposed. Zhang Xueqing really can't remember who this person is.
Did Meng Fansen know about this? Did the people around him follow his orders?
Zhang Xueqing's eyes changed little by little when she looked at Meng Fansen.
Meng Fansen, who had been carefully observing her, noticed vigilance, fear, and suspicion in his eyes. How could she have such emotions towards him? Meng Fansen was puzzled.
After suppressing the doubts in his heart, Meng Fansen still asked with concern, "How are you? Do you feel uncomfortable in any way? Are you hungry? You have been sleeping all day and night."
Only then did Zhang Xueqing remember the scene when she was rescued by Meng Fansen by the river, and then nothing more, "How is that child?" Zhang Xueqing asked hurriedly.
"The child is fine. Their family came over yesterday afternoon. They wanted to thank you very much, but you were still having a fever at that time. They sat for a while, put down their things and went back."
Thinking of yesterday, Aunt Chen cried so hard that she kept thanking her mother. Even Uncle Chen, who had been strong all his life, had red eyes. The eldest grandson of the Chen family came to his grandparents' house to play during the winter vacation. If he lost it here, They really don't know how to explain their lives to their sons and daughters-in-law.
Their grandson was fine, so the two old men came to visit their savior with a bunch of things. Unexpectedly, the girl was sick. The two could only express their gratitude to He Qiaolan, who they were familiar with.
After learning about Zhang Xueqing's situation, he was even more grateful that his grandson could meet such a good person.
Meng Fansen couldn't help but feel the slightest admiration for the person in front of him.
"As long as it's okay, it's okay. It's not in vain for me to go down to the river once in the winter." Zhang Xueqing said and was about to get up. When she lifted the quilt, she realized something was wrong and hurriedly covered it with the quilt again.
Why was she wearing a pair of panties? Where were her pants? Who stripped her naked? It's a little too embarrassing to lie naked in someone else's house like this.
After realizing it, she looked at her upper body. Fortunately, she had thermal underwear, so she didn't take off her bra. She looked at the man next to her with a deep look, and smiled awkwardly, "Where are my pants?"
I will think about other things when I go back. The most important thing now is to protect my face. I feel like I will be embarrassed and thrown into my grandma's house.
"In the other room, I asked my mother to get it for you, but," Meng Fansen paused, looked at the legs under the quilt with a little worry, and continued, "First try to see if there is anything wrong with the legs, and Do you feel any discomfort in that foot?"
Yesterday, while his fever was gone, Meng Fansen drove out and bought some frostbite medicine. He didn't know if it would work, so he applied it all on the foot soaked in the river water. After changing the ginger juice on his knee several times, he used a salt bag. After heating it and covering it all night, I don’t know if it can relieve the coldness.
Hearing this, Zhang Xueqing tentatively crossed her legs, feeling a little stiff. This was a normal phenomenon for her when she got up every day. It would get better after a while. She then crossed her toes. It felt numb, but there was no big reaction.
He shook his head and said uncertainly, "You can't tell now. Let's talk about it later." As soon as he finished speaking, his stomach growled.
She hadn't eaten anything since yesterday morning, and now her stomach started to feel upset again.
A little embarrassed, he smiled sheepishly, and the man's voice came, "Sit down and don't move, I'll get you something to eat." Then he got off the ground, walked around the screen and went out.
Zhang Xueqing continued to think about that dream, then slowly lay down, trying to move her feet, stretch her legs, and move the joints that had not moved for a long time.
Through recent contact with Meng Fansen, this person does not look like he will harm himself. He must be the person holding the umbrella. Zhang Xueqing lived the life of the person who appeared next to Meng Fansen over and over again.
He couldn't help but sigh. He didn't go out much, and he didn't even know a few people around him. His mind was empty and he didn't know who to start with.
After thinking for a long time, he couldn't figure out the reason, so he simply gave up. He still didn't know if the tattoo was the birthmark Xu Dazhuang mentioned. Everything was just his guess.
After giving up looking for the tattooed man, Zhang Xueqing suddenly remembered what happened before she fell into coma. Zhang Xueqing straightened up and sat up. She lifted the quilt and looked at the crook of her knee that was soaked in river water.
The bright purple mark was obviously caused by the force. If I had seen it yesterday, it should have been a red mark, but overnight, it turned into a purple mark.
This was so powerful. No wonder she couldn't stand and knelt directly on the ice. But it was his first time. Who could be so powerful? He hit her on the crook of the knee. He didn't say it so accurately, but he still did it like this. Big energy.
"What's wrong?" Meng Fansen walked in from the outside with a bowl of noodles, and saw Zhang Xueqing lifted the quilt, lowered her head, and was in a daze.
I was worried that she would be embarrassed, so I reminded her aloud.
Who knew that not only was he not covered with a quilt this time, but he also shouted to him eagerly, "Come over and take a look."
Meng Fansen paused for a moment before walking forward. A pair of fair, long legs with even thickness stimulated his eyes. Going up a little bit, there was a pink-white triangle, and he could faintly see the black ones directly above. There was a piece of silk, and his throat couldn't help but roll, and Meng Fansen turned his eyes away.
"Here, look at this!"
Zhang Xueqing looked up and saw that he was not looking at her, so she quickly urged him.
Meng Fansen turned his eyes again and followed the position of Zhang Xueqing's fingers and saw the purple patch in his knee.
He quickly put down the bowl in his hand and reached out to touch the piece. With a slight movement of force, Zhang Xueqing screamed in pain.
"He was beaten with a sharp weapon!"
