Using hands and feet together, the little child climbed onto her soft couch, knelt down on both knees in an orderly manner, and leaned down with a small and soft body, putting his head close to her knees.
He rested lightly on her lap.
A small ball, curled up against her legs, with both hands folded neatly in her arms, only her cheeks were gently pressed against her, with an expression of full attachment.
Shaoyin was surprised by the child who was curled up neatly by his legs, a thought flashed in his mind, and he asked curiously, "Is that what I thought?"
This child, reborn
Just like a previous mission, this mission world also has a reborn
She had reason to be skeptical.
First of all, this scene is not in the script.
Second, the kid doesn't look like a real kid when he rushes in.
Third, a real child would not snuggle up to her lap so well, he is more like an adult who has grown up, knows the rules and shame, and is embarrassed to throw himself into her arms.
And even if he's not an adult, it's not far off. Shaoyin guessed that he was at least fifteen or sixteen years old.
Children of this age are very wronged, and they will actually throw themselves into their mother's arms, act like a baby and confide in their mother. But Qin Yuhan didn't, as soon as he came in, he was very restrained.
After a while, a gray reply came.
"normal."
Since this is the second time it has seen a reborn person, it attaches great importance to it, and deliberately boarded the system forum, and then it discovered that this kind of thing is not uncommon.
The system and scale of the mission world are very large, and it is normal for a small bug to occur.
"In this situation, he should have foreseen the established fate." Huihui explained.
On the forum, the systems do not refer to this as rebirth, but as a subtle bug in the world, causing a small number of individuals to abnormally read data, such as Qin Yuhan, who mistakenly read information that should not be known at the moment.
Shaoyin raised her eyebrows.
Fart foreknowledge.
She disagrees with this explanation. The reason is simple, Qin Yuhan's eyes don't look like a real child's, and his behavior is also different from a real child's.
If his memory, his knowledge, his manners, his mind, are all different from real children, is he still a child
Precognition does not make a person mature.
Experience will.
"What's wrong?" Shaoyin lowered her eyes, gently stroked the child's twitching tender shoulders, and asked softly, "Why are you crying like this?"
Han'er was caressed by her mother's gentle hand on her shoulder, only then did she realize that she had made her worry.
He had just experienced a strange situation, and suddenly returned from an adult to a child, and seeing his mother who was still alive, he was so excited that he cried like this.
It really shouldn't have made my mother worry.
He hurriedly sat up straight, trying to hold back his tears: "It's nothing, baby, it's just, it's just a nightmare."
This is quite reasonable.
Shaoyin smiled and asked him, "What nightmare did you have?"
Han'er hesitated, not knowing whether to say it or not. He really wanted to tell the truth, and wanted to tell his mother that after her death, he had experienced a lot of grievances.
But his mother was seriously ill, and there might not be much time left, and he didn't want her to worry about him before she died.
After thinking about it, he chose to hide it: "There are ghosts eating me."
He found a reason for a child to be afraid.
In fact, this was what often happened to him as a child. Since his aunt became his stepmother, he often had such nightmares, which lasted for two years. At that time, he was really scared and often woke up at night.
He remembered dark and silent nights, sometimes hot summer days, sometimes cold windy winter nights, he would wake up crying from nightmares, and continue to cry because of fear and loneliness after waking up.
The child's body is not easy to control, he just thought about it, and the tears flowed down again, and he couldn't wipe it off.
"It turned out to be frightening, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Shaoyin said, patted his head, and coaxed him softly: "Ghosts are not scary, they change after death, there is nothing to be afraid of."
"If it is a person who dies of old age, even if they turn into ghosts, they will not run fast and cannot catch up with you. If they are a person who died of illness, the ghosts they turn into are useless, so you don't have to be afraid of them. If it is a ghost who died unexpectedly, Then they are unlucky ghosts, unlucky in life, and even less likely to do anything to you after death, Han'er, don't be afraid of them."
Hui Hui listened, and couldn't help muttering to herself, according to her theory, death is a degraded thing, so she was such a devil after death, how terrible should she be in life
It couldn't help but think of the operation records it had deleted and a new instruction, and it shivered suddenly, cutting off its thoughts of further investigation.
Han'er lowered her head at this moment, and wiped her tears vigorously with her small hands, but she couldn't wipe them clean. The clear teardrops kept falling like broken beads.
His mother was as gentle as he remembered, and he couldn't restrain his emotions, he just wanted to cry.
In fact, he is no longer afraid of ghosts when he grows up.
At that time, his heart was already hardened, and he had a lonely heart. When he encountered ghosts in his dream, he also held a big knife and killed them until they cried and howled, and fled in all directions.
But his mother was different from the persuasion he remembered, and still made his chest feel hot.
This is the mother, he knows, only the mother in the world loves him tenderly.
Unlike his father, who only scolded him: "Cowardly!"
Unlike his stepmother, who was busy with housework and had no time and thought to relieve him, she only sent a maid to accompany him.
Even if his mother was sick, she would take his affairs to heart, would not scold him for making a fuss out of a molehill, and would patiently explain him away.
Thinking of this, tears fell again.
"Wooooow..." He lowered his head, choked up uncontrollably.
Although he has grown up and is about to become a father, his real age is about the same as his current mother. However, at this moment, cuddling with my mother, I can't help but feel attachment and admiration welling up in my heart.
Seeing the child crying, Shaoyin couldn't help sighing secretly when she thought of the child who had become dull, unappreciated, and lackluster in the script.
"Come on, mother hugs you." She stretched out her arms towards him.
She was sick right now and couldn't hold him, so she could only wave to him.
Han'er didn't want to do this at first, but her body seemed to have its own consciousness, and with a "wow", she took the initiative to throw herself into her arms.
Shaoyin hugged him with one hand, and gently patted him on the back with the other: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, mother will help you beat the ghost away."
Han'er threw herself into her mother's arms mixed with the smell of medicine and fragrance, surrounded by tenderness and peace of mind, she couldn't control her emotions more and more, tears burst out, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances she had endured in those years.
"Wow-"
He grabbed her shirt and cried so hard that he couldn't care about anything else.
I just remember the grievances of those years.
He was only five years old. After his mother died, he was taken to live in his grandfather's house, and his fifth aunt took care of him.
In the beginning, he had a good relationship with Fifth Aunt. It was later, when he learned that Fifth Aunt was going to be his stepmother, that he suddenly felt disgusted.
He didn't know what he disliked, obviously Fifth Aunt treated him very well, but he just disliked her marrying his father and being his stepmother.
But everyone persuaded him, saying that it was for his own good, that it was impossible for his father not to marry a wife, and that if other women married, they would definitely not be as close and loving as Fifth Aunt treated him.
He also said that this was his mother's last wish, and told him not to disappoint his mother's painstaking efforts, to be a good boy and not to mess around.
He wasn't messing around. Not because he accepted what they said, but because he knew instinctively that it was useless for him to mess around, and no one would listen to him.
Father would not listen to him.
Since the death of his mother, he was taken to live in his grandfather's house, and he rarely saw his father. Once in a while, my father neither hugged him nor smiled at him.
On the contrary, when she saw Fifth Aunt, she would show a somewhat gentle expression.
He treats others closer than he treats him, so how can he listen to him
The fifth aunt became his stepmother.
He became a well-behaved and quiet child.
The stepmother is very busy and has to take care of the housework. Father is very busy, he has been very busy.
He is well-behaved, quiet, does not cause trouble, reads, writes, eats, and sleeps.
Later, younger siblings were born. The already busy stepmother became even busier, and gave him less patience and tenderness. But at that time, he had already grown up, and he knew that his stepmother did not need to take care and love him so much. After all, he was not his own, and she had done her best not to persecute him.
Later, his brain was inexplicably slow, his memory became poor, he couldn't concentrate, his reading became worse and worse, and no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.
He once suspected that someone had tampered with it, so he kept an eye on it for a while, but he didn't find any clues.
At the same time, the younger brothers and sisters grew up gradually, each smarter, more lively and cuter than the other. Father likes them very much, smiles every day, hugs them, teases them, and teaches them.
There was a long silence, then he calmed down.
He accepted his mediocrity.
Later, Xijue had nothing to do with him, and he was not surprised. He is so mediocre, and he is not loved by his father, how could he become a noble? He accepted all arrangements from his father, including marrying a wife, including being assigned.
In fact, he was not unlucky, because his wife was a very nice girl.
Others think that she is ordinary in appearance and from an ordinary family background, but he thinks that his wife is born beautiful and should be angry or happy, and the more she looks the better. Moreover, his wife's lively temperament always brings him many surprises, and he respects and loves her very much.
He was going to be a father. Wanwan was giving birth, and he waited anxiously outside the delivery room, listening to the movement inside. For some reason, I thought of my mother, thinking of how hard it was for my mother to give birth to him, right? It's a pity that she died too early, and he failed to be filial to her.
Just as he was thinking, for some reason, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and he returned to his childhood inexplicably.
He didn't know if he would go back and when he would be able to go back. He was worried about whether his wife would give birth smoothly, but he also wanted to see his mother more.
He thought, if his mother didn't die of illness, he could live a few more years, live a few more years, live until he grows up, gets married, and sees his children.
I just don't know what day it is
He remembered that his mother's death day was March 15th. On this day, my father and mother had a quarrel, and then on this night, my mother died.
Thinking of this, Han'er felt a little resentful towards her father. Why is he arguing with his mother? Didn't know that mother was seriously ill, and... time was running out? If it were him, no matter how much Wanwan did too much, he would never want to argue with her.
He was immersed in his own thoughts, and gradually, the crying stopped. Shaoyin took the handkerchief and gently wiped away his tears. Sipa slid across his face, waking him up, and sat up quickly: "The child has lost his composure."
Shaoyin smiled: "What kind of gaffe is not gaffe? Children's families, where are there so many rules?"
Han'er lowered her head, feeling very embarrassed. What a child, he is twenty-one.
"Boy, go wash your face." He used both hands and climbed down.
While the servant girl was wiping his face, he asked, "What day is today?"
"March 15th." The servant girl replied.
There was a "boom" in Han'er's head, her face turned pale with shock, and her little body, which had just cried, trembled uncontrollably.
It's today, it's today!
He hastily pushed away the maidservant and returned to Shaoyin's side. This time, regardless of the rules, he took off his shoes, climbed onto the soft couch, and knelt beside his mother, with a serious face and an expression like facing an enemy.
He wants to protect his mother.
Never allow father to be angry with mother!
Shaoyin didn't know what he was thinking, but seeing his serious expression, after a little thought, she more or less guessed it.
She pretended not to know, and asked the servant girl to bring some snacks for the child to eat, but she did not force him to sit next to her, and let him go.
Then he closed his eyes slightly and listened to the gray broadcast of the meeting between Qin Jinye and Xu Yaoyue.
Xu Yaoyue was very polite. When she saw Qin Jinye, she said, "My sister said that my brother-in-law might be injured, so she sent me to deliver the medicine."
There was worry in her eyes, so obvious. The thin brows were frowned, and the innocent and beautiful face highlighted the sincere worry, which made people's hearts soften after seeing it.
Qin Jinye took the medicine bottle and said, "It's just a small injury, your sister is too worried."
He couldn't bear Xu Yaoyue's worry.
Injuries that are not minor are also described as "minor injuries".
Xu Yaoyue didn't believe it, but she was very obedient and didn't ask any further questions, but said: "My sister's only wish, and I hope that my brother-in-law will not let you down. It's better to take the medicine as soon as possible."
Qin Jinye nodded.
"Then I will retreat." Xu Yaoyue said, lowered her head, turned and retreated.
Holding the medicine bottle, Qin Jinye waited until her figure disappeared from sight before turning around and walking into the inner room.
Call the boy to come in and give him medicine.
He captured King Qi's remaining party and was stabbed in the back, which was hastily bandaged, but the injury was not shallow, there was still blood oozing out, but his wife noticed it.
Thinking of his wife's request to see Peach Blossom tomorrow, Qin Jinye felt annoyed for a while.
She shouldn't have gone. She is not in good health and cannot withstand the bumps, so she shouldn't make such a willful request.
But rejecting her like this might be his last wish before he died, and it made his heart feel heavy and he couldn't afford it.
"Master Hou, it's ready." The servant stepped aside.
Qin Jinye got up and put on his clothes one by one.
"Go down." He said.
After the young man retreated, he walked to the desk and sat down, studied ink, picked up a pen, and drew up a list of the fugitive party members.
Five minutes later, he felt some discomfort in his back.
Ten minutes later, the wound on my back was sore and unbearable.
He has always been tolerant, and he has not yet moved to ask for a doctor. Twenty minutes later, he couldn't bear it any longer, and his forehead was filled with cold sweat. He put down his pen heavily, and shouted, "Come on!"
The boy comes in.
"Look at the wound on my back." Qin Jinye said, taking off his clothes.
The boy saw the situation on his back clearly, and immediately gasped!
"How?" Qin Jinye asked in a deep voice.
The little servant was trembling, bent down and said: "Master Hou, please, please invite a doctor to come to the house?"
Qin Jinye frowned and said, "Go!"