Chapter 1

"Girl, wake up, girl, wake up!"

"So noisy." Vaguely, ye Ziqing heard someone calling. She tried to open her eyes, and an enlarged face came into her eyes.

"Ghost!" Ye Ziqing was so frightened that she sat up and hit each other's hard chest.

"Why are you so ignorant? I saved you, but you called me a ghost." A dissatisfied voice sounded in my ear.

"Uncle, who are you?" Ye Ziqing rubbed her bruised nose, lifted it up and saw a tall, big and straight man standing in front of her, tightly pursing his slightly thick lips. There was no temperature in his eyes, but he looked very handsome. His face had clear shuttle angles. It was very handsome from the aesthetics of that era, but it was cold and noble, and he was cold all over. It looked very difficult to approach.

He was wearing a light gray sportswear, a sun hat on his head and a travel bag on his back. He should have come to the mountains to play.

"Uncle? Am I so old?" Jiang Beizhan was hurt internally by her anger.

"Big brother?" Ye Ziqing is still not sure. She is obviously hurt by her slag father. She should be in the hospital. How can she be in the mountains? Doesn't her father want to spend money to heal her, so he just threw her into the mountains and let her live and die?

"It's almost the same. You're a girl. You're sick. How can you run up the mountain alone?" Jiang Beizhan's eyes are full of disapproval.

"I can't help it. My name is Ye Ziqing. I'm from Baishui town. What's my name?" Ye Ziqing laughed twice.

"Jiangbei war." Jiangbei war opened his lips and spit out three words

Ye Ziqing remembered that she was in a dream. She dreamed about something 20 years ago. She had a cold and fever and didn't eat. Yang Aiqin forced her to rake pine needles in Songlin mountain. Because of her soft legs and dizziness, she rolled down the hillside, fell into an abandoned ditch and was saved by Jiangbei war. At that time, it was this power. Although she just met in a hurry, the name was recorded in her heart.

"How can you dream so clearly? It seems to be true." Ye Ziqing said to herself.

"What? You're not awake yet?" Seeing her appearance, Jiang Beizhan frowned and thought she wouldn't be confused. "If you pinch yourself to see if it hurts, you'll know if it's a dream."

Ye Ziqing felt that his words were very reasonable. He stretched out his right hand and pinched heavily on his left arm.

"It hurts!" Ye Ziqing gave a little cry. The strong pain made her wake up a lot. She understood that she was not dreaming. Looking at her little hand, she not only had many scratches, but also didn't have the previous whiteness and tenderness. It seemed that she was lucky to be reborn. She was reborn in the summer vacation after the middle school entrance examination.

"Thank you, brother Jiang. Remember, my name is Ye Ziqing. If you need any help in the future, just tell me." Ye Ziqing endured dizziness and stood up to bow to Jiangbei war.

"You still have a fever. Go back to the doctor early." Jiang Beizhan said coldly.

"I'll go first. Bye, brother Jiang." Ye Ziqing looked at the sun hanging in the air and knew that it was time for her to go back. She said goodbye to Jiang Beizhan. With a basket of pine needles on her back and a bamboo rake as a crutch, she walked carefully down the mountain. Fortunately, although she rolled down the hillside, she didn't get much injury except that she was bruised on her arm and several scratches on her hand and face.

Jiang Beizhan looked at her walking down the mountain with one deep foot and one shallow foot. Her eyes were dim: how can someone use pine needles to set fire in Baishui town at this time? And it was a sick girl who came up the mountain to rake pine needles.

"Old four, have you seen enough of the play? Haven't you come out yet?" Jiangbei war said coldly, "go back and check this ye Ziqing."

"I see." A tall figure emerged from the nearby grass, "third brother, do you doubt her?"

"At an extraordinary moment, I have to guard against it." There is no emotion in the voice of Jiangbei war. The case is too big to tolerate a slip.

Many clues of that case point to here. They just arrived here today, and the little girl appeared. She came to do such a time-consuming, laborious and meaningless thing as raking and loosening needles, and she was saved by them. The loophole is too big for him to doubt. Why did the little girl appear here? Are they following them or others' Eyeliner?

Ye Ziqing didn't know that she had become a suspicious figure in someone's heart. She walked vaguely down the mountain. The scorching sun burned her whole body. Not only her mouth was dry and dizzy, but her wound was tingling under the immersion of sweat. With her legs soft, she sat on the ground.

"If only I had a glass of water." Ye Ziqing licked his chapped lips.

The idea flashed, and a white jade cup with a glass of water appeared in her hand.

"What's going on? Is it really a ghost?" Ye Ziqing looked at the cup in horror.

Ye Ziqing stared at the water in the cup. What the hell is this? How can you rely on yourself, or drink it? I don't know what the consequences will be. After the initial shock, ye Ziqing's attention shifted to the water in the cup.

Her throat was burning like a fire, and her eyes looked at the water in the cup glowing green: Maybe God saw that I was too poor to save me. Even if it was poisonous water, she might be able to go back to the future. It was better to die again and live under Zhang Aiqin.

At the thought of this, she drank the water in the cup. After the cup was drunk, the burning sensation in her throat disappeared, the dryness and heat on her body decreased a bit, her head didn't faint, her eyes didn't spend, and her feet had strength. For a time, she felt refreshed and refreshed: "is it really divine water?"

She looked at the white jade cup in her hand. It was as thin as cicada wings, as white as curd, crystal clear and without any defects. At first glance, it was a good lanolin white jade. The orchids outlined by Liao and Liao on the cup were lifelike, indicating that it was not only a good jade cup, but also a perfect work of art. Although it was only a small cup, it was of great value, For a time, she didn't know where to put it. If she put it casually in her pocket, wouldn't she die of heartache if it was broken?

Thinking of this, the cup disappeared silently. Just as it suddenly appeared, ye Ziqing looked at his empty hands: "where did the cup come from? Where did it go? Did he encounter a supernatural event?"

Ye Ziqing sat there for a long time and couldn't return to God.

Seeing her sitting there for a long time without moving, Lin Hong on the mountain couldn't help feeling pity: "third brother, do you think she can't walk?"

"The temperature is a little high. It should be a bad cold. It's not impossible to walk, but it's certain that a girl comes to work in the mountains under such circumstances. She is either forced or has ulterior motives." The northern side of the river is as heavy as water.

When he picked her up from the ditch, he touched her skin. His temperature was frighteningly high. He should have a high fever, or he wouldn't roll down the hillside vaguely.

Ye Ziqing sat in the sun, and soon her clothes were soaked with sweat, and her wet hair was pasted on her face. Sweat trickled into her eyes along her hair, and the pain in her eyes made her come back to her senses.

"No matter what, it's not your own thing anyway. Let's take it as if the old God gave you a glass of water." Ye Ziqing stood up silently, picked up the basket and went back: if she didn't go back, she wouldn't be able to catch lunch, so she would be hungry for another afternoon.