The villain of Quick Transmigration was washed white by accident

Chapter 103 1874-2
The boss gave her a room, and she locked the door. Fortunately, she didn't recognize the bed.

She was about to fall asleep, but couldn't fall asleep, and looked around the house, which was still an ancient building, and there was a bookshelf, and there was a book on the shelf that caught her attention.

This is her reading habit, she likes to count from the upper left row, she saw it at a glance, and stepped on the stool to take down the book.

It is better to say it is a letter than a book, each page is full of lovesickness, each word is full of affection.

"Wake up tonight, Fang Xiao will not grow well this night in this life, where will the bright moon look next year. He hates that the old dream of going to Yaotai will be gone, and he sighs that Wei Yongye will open his eyes and repay his life without raising his eyebrows."

"The right way is to look back lazily at the time of Hua Cong, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be king. Only then will I have no heart to love Liangye from now on, and let him go down to the west building under the bright moon."

"I'm a melancholy guest in the world, and I know what's going on with your tears."

"The waning moon is light and lonely clouds, and the autumn cicadas are long and sad. The door of the storehouse is suddenly full of joy, and the wind in the hall is too cold. A flute sounds for a long time, and the cooking wine invites each other."

"I feel cold at night, and I sigh even when it's warm. On a moonlit night, I enjoy the flute, and the moon and the moon are hazy. Suddenly Er smiled lightly, thinking of you and me together."

"If you don't tie up with people, you will tie up with grass in emptiness. Plants also have feelings, but people drink in the river of forgetfulness."

"The faint bell is far away, travelers should not go early. Hand in hand to share a song, lonely as snow."

Poetry tells the heart.

On the other hand, there is also vernacular.

"Suddenly tonight, Mengqing arrives, her fingertips are cold, she seems to have something to say, she wakes up hastily, and has forgotten her face, only to find that the pillow is wet."

"Reading very late, sleepy, in a trance, as clear as before, waking up, but a dream."

"Today I saw a woman who looks the same as Qing. If you take a second look, it turns out that Qing is pretty."

"I've been looking for it for a long time, but I haven't found it. I remember this as a joke. If you see it, you can smile for Bo. Wouldn't it be nice."

"King You and Zhou have no way. Now that I think about it, I am willing to destroy the country for you, but in the end I can't find you. I miss you so much."

……

After she turned a few pages, she put the book back to its original place. It was waiting for its mistress, and waiting was its destiny, and she should have turned a few pages, but she shouldn't have turned a few pages.

In some places, she has untimely stubbornness, but fortunately she likes herself like this.

She was lying on the bed without a quilt. She was really not used to covering someone else with a quilt.

There is already a text message on the phone.

- Take a good rest, I will pick you up tomorrow.

Ha, she put the phone aside, and she won't feel any pity for anyone who shows such an affectionate look.

Don't owe each other, don't they have nothing to do with each other, okay?

She yawned and fell into a deep sleep.

Woke up the next day, looking at the bright yellow spring rolls on the table, she ate two.

The boss took her there on a small electric donkey, not far away, in a cemetery with the word "Zheng Xin" engraved on it, but nothing else, the tombstone looked new.

The boss said: "He is my cousin's grandfather, and also the smartest and most stupid person in our Zheng family."

Yuan Chuyi didn't know what was the use of him telling her these things, but she didn't ask, it's impolite to interrupt someone who went to the grave.

"When my great-grandfather was alive, he often said that he took the name of his cousin by mistake. You can call him whatever you want. This name is too stubborn. Grandpa doesn't want to. I can't find him anymore, he made an appointment with his cousin back then."

"Grandpa thinks he's crazy, everyone thinks he's crazy, but cousin is too smart, he can easily succeed in anything, he has become the most powerful person in the family, no one can do anything about him."

He looked at Yuan Chuyi, Yuan Chuyi was expressionless, but not impatient, they were all bone spirits trained by big companies.

You have to make yourself without a heart in order to climb higher and higher. If you hit people mercilessly, they will be afraid of you.You can only treat men and women as stage horses, ride them exhausted, and drop them when they reach the station, so that you can reach the highest peak of desire.

Yuan Chuyi always felt that this sentence was quite right, and she adhered to this sentence, so although her face was cold, her emotions and anger were not visible.

Seeing that she was not interested, the boss stopped talking.

The boss burned three sticks of incense to the tombstone, and took her back to the antique shop. The wind was loud and her hair was messy.

He took a scroll from the house.

He said, "This is for you."

Yuan Chuyi asked: "Is your cousin Grandpa called Zheng Shao by others?"

The boss said: "Yes."

Yuan Chuyi looked into his eyes for a long time, sat down in a cold sweat dripping from his stare before she felt relieved, she took the scroll and left.

Before she left, the boss said sadly: "You will be back soon."

She pretended not to hear, some things hadn't happened yet, and she judged without authorization, which was easy to make people laugh.

In the room.

She shook off the picture scroll, and the person in the picture scroll was very similar to her, not in terms of appearance, the person in the picture scroll was gorgeous, smiling sideways, and dressed in palace clothes, elegant and luxurious.

Although Yuan Chuyi was born with a gorgeous appearance, she was far from it. Compared with the person in the painting, she was as embarrassing as a weed on the side of the road.

The only thing they have in common is their temperament, so similar that they almost thought they were the same person.

There is always three points of contempt, three points of disdain and three points of viciousness in the eyes, and the rest is calmness, and the indifference and ruthlessness are engraved in their bones.

She even suddenly felt that they were the same person.

She snapped and threw herself on the bed, what's the matter.

But fell asleep in a daze.

"Doubt that a certain year in a certain country

Haven't brought me to the world yet

There was someone who waited until I loved to lose sleep for me every night
I have never met this person and I am no longer here

Very real but like a fictional character

Could it be that this life was originally scheduled to accompany me but went to the wrong era?"

The singing never stops.

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In 1942, Zheng Xin.

However, he is a legend in Shanghai. He is not only a laughing stock, but also the person that the girls want to marry.

All this, just because he has been looking for someone.

It all started shortly after he was born. He was born with a weak constitution. He was sick every three days and had a serious illness every five days. He was five or six years old.

The Zheng family said that he was useless, and the head of the Zheng family, his father, was also desperate, but he couldn't give birth to a child, so what could be done.

When he was five or six years old, a high fever inexplicably strengthened his body.

However, the first thing he said was: "Father, I'm going to find someone. She was reincarnated at the same time as me. We made an appointment. She has a pair of fox eyes on her back."

The Patriarch of the Zheng family didn't say anything when he heard it, anyway, either his head was burnt out, or he was possessed by something.

Western medicine invited Chinese medicine practitioners, and sorceresses invited Taoist priests.

During that time, the three teachings and nine streams came and went, and half a year passed without any change.

(End of this chapter)