Dreaming back to the Tang Dynasty, I was working as a detective in Chang'an

On the day of the Jingzhe, I slept until about two o'clock in the morning when I suddenly felt a fishy-sweet smell in my throat. Before I could open my eyes, a mouthful of old blood spurted out from my mouth.

I went there, one after another, and couldn't stop. The pillows, sheets, and quilt were all covered in blood. It was just like a crime scene in a criminal investigation drama. It was very weird.

I panicked and immediately felt weak. I found Lin Daiyu's feeling. I lay on the edge of the bed, stretched out my hands, and called my mother with all my strength.

My mother heard me yelling and came to my room. She was shocked by the scene in front of her. She was so frightened that she found toilet paper to wipe my blood. After a while, the paper became wet.

My mother quickly teamed up with my father and sent me to the hospital overnight. They took an X-ray and said I had tuberculosis.

The doctor said that this disease is life-threatening and can be cured, but it requires rest and rest. There are no taboos and he should eat more nutritious foods.

When my mother heard that I could not die, she cursed:

"If you don't study well, you fool around everywhere, now it's better. You must have been infected. Let's see if you are still flirting!" (I am from Shaanxi, and flirting is a Chang'an dialect, which means "lang" when translated. )

My mother felt that the air in the city was bad and bad for the lungs, and I was still a walking virus. She was afraid of infecting my family, so she accompanied me to live in an old house in the countryside.

Full of sorrow, I started living like a pig in the countryside. My mother felt very sorry for me. She prepared delicious food for me in various ways and wouldn't let me move at all. I lay in bed playing with my phone, taking medicine, eating, playing with my phone, and sleeping. Although I still vomited blood sometimes, I felt much better.

Gradually, I vomited blood less often and just rested. My mother thought that I was fine, so she went to Aunt Wang's house next door to play mahjong.

Alas, as the saying goes, there is no filial son in bed for a long time, that's what it means. (slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue)

In addition to small Western medicine tablets, the medicine I took also included a large pill, slightly smaller than a table tennis ball. According to the instructions, you have to chew it, but it is so bitter that it seems to kill me every time I eat it.

On this day, I really didn’t want to chew it, it was too hard, so it would be easier to just swallow it. I didn't hesitate, straightened my neck and swallowed the pill.

Now the cup was full, and the pill got stuck in the throat, unable to go up or down. Moreover, the pill melted when it came into contact with the saliva, but it didn't melt completely. It turned into a paste and blocked the throat.

Immediately I couldn't breathe out, couldn't cough, couldn't swallow. I straightened my neck, stared with a ferocious face, thinking to myself, my life is at stake!

I seemed to see the Tathagata, Virgin Mary, and Patriarch Bodhidharma. Are they trying to take me to heaven to enjoy blessings?

Suddenly I felt a sense of happiness and slowly closed my eyes.

When I woke up, it was already dark and I found myself lying on a large high-foot sandalwood bed with gauze curtains hanging on the bed.

Not far away, there is a large rosewood case on the ground. There are various inkstones and various brush holders on the table. The pen holders are filled with brushes. A lamp of sandalwood is lit on the table, and the light fragrance curls up. The plain vase is filled with white hydrangeas.

In the middle of the east wall hangs a picture of a journey in misty rain by an unknown master. On the left and right is a couplet that reads:

The eastern suburbs are peaceful and fresh, and the mist is as far away as dust.

What an elegant house, but why am I here? Looking like this, it shouldn’t be the underworld. Could it be that the Jade Emperor took me to the Heavenly Palace to enjoy my blessings? Oh, this is just a dream, hugging the soft silk quilt, turning over, and falling asleep again.

In my sleep, I felt someone touching my face. I opened my eyes and saw a woman in a plain brocade dress. She looked haggard and in her 40s.

"Son, you've finally woken up. You're worried about dying as a mother!"

mother? My mother? My mother is currently having a fierce battle with Aunt Wang next door, fighting alone. Why is there another mother? Oh, this must be a dream, but it feels like reality. I pinched myself quietly and it hurt! It doesn't look like a dream. Could it be that some talented director took a fancy to me and tied me up while I was asleep to play the male lead? That's not right. I looked around. Except for the woman who called herself my mother, there were a few little girls around her. But there was no camera or director. Where were the people and equipment? Am I acting in a play?

No, I have to figure it out. I smacked her hand away from my face and said, "This beautiful aunt, have you recognized the wrong person?"

The aunt next to me looked astonished and said in shock:

"Son, you suddenly fell into a coma. After sleeping for more than half a month, they all said that you were in trouble, but I just didn't believe it. How come my son, who was so good, couldn't do it? But when you woke up, how could you not even Mom doesn’t even know me. Oh, it’s okay, just take your time and it’ll be fine. Mom will cook you something delicious. I’ve been eating soup for more than half a month. My son must be hungry and dizzy."

After saying that, he wiped his tears and turned around to call the little girl beside him: "Hurry up and tell the kitchen to ask for a bowl of silver chicken noodle soup. I just woke up and want something light. Forget it, I'll go in person!" , moved his little feet, and was helped out by the little girls.

Now it was my turn to be completely confused. How could it be true? I was sick, I had tuberculosis, it wasn't my brain that was broken. It was all the same. But one thing I understand is that all mothers in the world will cook sick meals for their sons.

So I began to seriously think about a philosophical question: Who am I? Where do I come from? Where to go?

I sat up, feeling refreshed, and glanced at the two girls next to me. Why were they so beautiful?

"Hey, beauties, where are we? Why am I here? Who was that just now?"

One of the little girls had an oval face, a few freckles on her face, a tall figure, and looked cute and cute. She suddenly said with big eyes:

"Sir, you may have burned out your head. This is the capital city of Chang'an. You are the son of the guard. The master asked someone to find you a job as a police officer. You didn't want to. You quarreled with the master and then you fainted. That was Madam just now. You have been unable to wake up these days and she is very anxious." After saying that, he brought me a cup of tea and asked me to drink it.

The other girl looked at me with interest and said coldly:

"Stop pretending. If you don't want to be a detective, just say so. Why pretend to be dead to scare people and make us all suffer along with you? I haven't slept a wink for two days." After saying that, he turned around, threw the door curtain and went out.

"This little hooves has such a fiery temper, which is what you are used to. I'll go to the kitchen to see if the food is ready." After saying that, he smiled at me and walked out.

In the days that followed, the master, madam, housekeeper, maid, and boy all came and went around me. I also knew my current identity. It seemed that I had really traveled through time!

Now I am the son of Guo Wei, a small official in Wugong County, Chang'an. My name is Guo Dalu, which means a prosperous road. My mother is the daughter of the Wu eldest daughter of a silk and satin shop in the city. Her family is well off. I can be considered a rich second generation. I was obsessed with getting fame, but I couldn't get it. My master gave me money to donate money for a job as a police officer. I was about to take office, but I refused to do it, so I became so anxious that I fell unconscious.

The two accompanying girls beside me, one is named Chen Hui'er, the sweet and cute girl, and the other is named Liu Qingqing. As her name suggests, she is very cold and indifferent.

Hui'er's father, Chen Ping, worked as a stove at the Mingfu Inn in Chang'an City, and her mother, Liu, took care of her and her sister at home. Although her life was not rich, she lived comfortably. But something unexpected happened. When she was ten years old, she was picked up by her grandmother to play in the countryside of Wugong County. She didn't come back after the curfew at night, but she didn't know that something unexpected happened at home.

At midnight that night, a fire suddenly broke out in the house, and the whole family was burned to death. The strange thing was that the body of the sister was not found. The disaster of destroying the family overnight changed Huier's life from then on.

From then on, the little Hui'er lived with her grandmother in the countryside. Her grandmother had only one daughter. When she encountered this misfortune, she missed her daughter excessively and passed away in less than a year.

From then on, the little Hui'er could only live alone, and sometimes wandered around the Chenghuang Temple in Wugong County. Fortunately, the people in this area were simple and honest. Seeing how pitiful she was, he gave her a porridge and a meal, and also gave her old clothes that he didn't wear at home. , sometimes the abbot of the City God's Temple saw that she was pitiful, and would give some vegetarian food as an offering to her, just living in a careless way.

One day, my mother went to the City God's Temple to worship the God of Wealth, and talked with the host, who said:

"Madam, you have a kind and compassionate face. You often come to the temple to donate food and money. When you are in good times, you also open a warehouse to store food and do many good deeds. There is a child nearby who has a poor background. He has no father or mother. He is less than 11 years old now. Can you take her in so that she can have a safe place to live? It will also be your merit." After saying that, he called Hui'er.

As soon as Hui'er saw my mother, she knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly. My mother saw that Hui'er was well-behaved and smart, so she happily agreed and said:

"I liked this child as soon as I saw her. My son is the same age as her. I can keep her company. I don't do heavy work with her on weekdays. I just bring tea and water." After saying that, he touched Hui. Her little face said softly:

"Child, are you willing?"

It had been a long time since anyone had touched Hui'er so tenderly. She suddenly felt that the lady in front of her was like her own mother, and she cried loudly:

"I do, I do!" So my mother took her home. After taking a shower and changing clothes, I felt like a completely different person. Hui'er was inspired by her father since she was a child. Unexpectedly, she learned to cook at a young age. As she grew up in Zhang's house, her cooking skills got better and better.

Liu Qingqing is a mysterious little girl. Her origins are unknown, and my mother is also tight-lipped. She does not teach her how to work, but she can read and write, and remembers to be good at accounts.

Now let’s talk about me. Wasn’t I a fool in the past? It would be great to be a catcher, wielding a sword to the end of the world, enjoying grudges and grudges, which is much better than chewing words all day long. Fools don’t do it.

So I happily accepted the job arranged by my father and took up my post.

Thinking about it, I really want to thank this tuberculosis drug swallowing incident for allowing me to travel back to the Tang Dynasty and experience a series of shocking and bizarre cases. It was so exciting!