At the moment when the car accident happened, Song Qingzhou only heard countless honking sounds and collisions. She was knocked against the car door by Mo Ziqian's sudden braking and turning. At the last moment, she only had time to hug and throw herself into the car. Mo Ziqian's head came over, and then blood and darkness filled her world.
Song Qingzhou seemed to have been in a place where she could not see her fingers for a long time. She had been waiting there. She didn't know what she was waiting for, but she just wanted to stay there persistently.
I don’t know how long it took, but finally there was a beam of light in Song Qingzhou’s dark world. She tried hard to break free from the shackles of darkness and ran towards a place with light. I don’t know how long she ran. When she came back to her senses, , found himself sleeping on a simple wooden bed, covered with a thin quilt.
Looking up, it was a low wooden house, about fifteen or six square meters. In the whole house, there was only a wooden bed on Song Qingzhou's body and a chair with missing legs. It was really like a house with only four walls.
Song Qingzhou subconsciously raised her hand and touched her face and hands. She always felt something was wrong. Then she found that her body had shrunk a lot, and she now looked about twelve or thirteen years old.
And compared to when she was twelve or thirteen years old in her memory, her current body's health condition is obviously worse, and she is very severely malnourished. What is this situation? Did she travel through time after being hit by a car? What about Mo Ziqian? Did he also travel through time?
Song Qingzhou climbed out of bed in fear and wanted to see what was going on outside. As soon as he lifted the quilt, a thin boy pushed open the wooden door and walked in. He was holding a bowl of dark Chinese medicine in his hand.
"Qingzhou, you're awake, just in time to drink the medicine. You'll be fine after you drink the medicine."
Song Qingzhou stared at the boy in front of him dumbfounded. Isn't this a smaller version of Mo Ziqian? Song Qingzhou was about to say something, but she found that she couldn't make any sound. She touched her throat and tried to make a sound, but she couldn't even make a sound.
So she looked at Xiao Mo Ziqian pointing at her throat, wondering what was going on and why she couldn't speak.
Xiao Mo Ziqian saw her showing her teeth and claws, so he said softly, "Qingzhou, what do you want to say? There is no paper or pen for you to write here, so why don't you show me the signs."
Song Qingzhou wanted to ask: "What is this place? Why did you and I travel here?"
But this expression was too complicated. Xiao Mo Ziqian frowned and looked at her, obviously not understanding what she meant. Song Qingzhou sighed and put down his hands helplessly. This sentence was too weak. , she gestured like this for a while, and she was so tired that she couldn't even lift her arms.
Xiao Mo Ziqian looked at her with some guilt and said: "Qingzhou, don't worry, those traffickers will definitely not be able to find us this time. Drink this bowl of medicine first, and I will definitely make you get better. We are here now In a small village far away from the capital, you started to have a fever after you fell into the water. It has been fever for three days. You have been sleeping in a daze, but now you finally feel a little energetic."
Song Qingzhou looked at Mo Ziqian, who was like a little adult, and was shocked by the information contained in this large paragraph.
At this time, Song Qingzhou felt as if she was stepping on clouds. She was limp and had no strength. It seemed that she had a fever. She looked at the bowl of dark potion handed over by Xiao Mo Ziqian and felt cruelly. She pinched her nose and drank it. This was the bitterest medicine she had ever taken in her entire life, bar none.
Seeing that her whole little face was wrinkled in pain, Xiao Mo Ziqian hurriedly took out a wild fruit from his pocket and said, "Qingzhou, I don't have any candy now, so you should eat this first to relieve the pain."
Song Qingzhou took the washed fruit and took a bite. The unique sweetness of the wild fruit poured into his mouth, which relieved the bitterness of the bowl of potion just now. Seeing that Song Qingzhou's little face was no longer wrinkled, Xiao Mo Ziqian smiled. .
Song Qingzhou became drowsy again after taking the medicine. When she woke up again, it was already dark outside. Song Qingzhou touched her forehead and felt that it was no longer as hot as in the afternoon. She got out of bed and went outside. Walking away, as soon as he walked out, he saw Xiao Mo Ziqian cooking something in a small pot. When he saw Song Qingzhou coming out, he immediately put down the wooden chopsticks in his hand and walked over and said, "Qingzhou, why did you get out of bed?"
Just as Song Qingzhou was about to speak, she remembered that she couldn't speak in this world, so she patted her chest to show that she was fine. This time, Xiao Mo Ziqian understood what she meant and smiled: "I I went to work for Carpenter Wang this afternoon and got a few copper coins in exchange. I will go to town tomorrow to buy steamed buns for you to eat. I just went down to the river and touched a fish. You can drink more fish soup later to replenish yourself."
Only then did Song Qingzhou use the firelight to see clearly that the clothes on Xiao Mo Ziqian's body were still a little wet, but his eyes were staring at Song Qingzhou, full of light and expectation.
Song Qingzhou pointed to the fire and asked Mo Ziqian to warm up. Then she pursed her lips and walked to the fire to look at the small pot. There was a river fish the size of her palm in it, and there were a few more on the ground next to There were a few wild fruits placed on a leaf. These seemed to be all the food that little Mo Ziqian could get. It was really hard for him.
Xiao Mo Ziqian waited for the fish soup to be ready and served her a bowl first. The wooden bowl in his hand was very rough in workmanship. It looked like it had been made recently. Song Qingzhou smiled and took the wooden bowl and took a sip. Give Xiao Mo Ziqian a thumbs up.
Xiao Mo Ziqian smiled even more happily when he saw this, and served Song Qingzhou a large bowl of fish soup, and put all the fish meat into the bowl for her to eat. Song Qingzhou wanted to share some with him, but he took two Guozi said: "I had dinner at Carpenter Wang's place in the afternoon. These are all for you, Qingzhou. You can get better faster if you eat more."
Song Qingzhou looked at little Mo Ziqian, who was as sallow and skinny as she was. He didn't say anything, but just drank the fish soup one mouthful after another.
In fact, the fish soup had a strong earthy smell and no taste at all. It could be said to be very unpleasant to drink, but Song Qingzhou drank it all silently.
Little Mo Ziqian was sitting on the edge, munching wild fruits and adding a few sticks of firewood to her side. The crackling sound was particularly clear in the dark night.
Neither of them spoke, they just looked at the fire quietly. At this moment, both of them felt warm in their hearts.
Then the next second, Song Qingzhou felt darkness in front of her eyes, as if someone was holding her hand tightly, so tightly that she felt some pain in her hand.
