Forced to become his stand-in wife

"Wake up, Mu Yang, you're at your grandfather's house."

Qin Muyang opened his eyes suddenly, and when he saw himself sitting in the car, he was stunned. Isn't he already dead?Why is it here?

Sitting next to him was his father. Qin's father patted him on the shoulder, saw him open his eyes, and said, "Get out of the car, your grandpa is waiting for you inside."

"Where are we?" Qin Muyang asked.

Qin's father pulled the corner of his mouth and laughed, "I'm afraid you're sleeping stupid, right? This is your grandpa's house. You only came back a month ago, and you forgot it so soon?" What's going on!

Qin Muyang looked around the carriage, and saw a puppet pendant on the front of the car, it was the rabbit in the Chinese zodiac, and the year of the rabbit was the year he met Ling Qiu.Qin Muyang touched his pocket, and sure enough, he took out a black watch, which showed the seventeenth day of the eighth month of xxxx.

Qin Muyang opened his eyes sharply, is he dreaming?

Qin Muyang twisted his face, with too much force, a red pimple appeared on Bai Nen's face, the pain made him gasp, then he stood up and looked in the rearview mirror, this is his nine-year-old look.

Qin's father looked at him with a look of disgust. His retarded son seemed to be even more retarded after sleeping.

In the end, he couldn't help but urge him: "What are you dawdling for? I'll let you get out of the car." After speaking, Qin's father opened the other car door first and went down.

Qin Muyang still had an expression of disbelief. He touched his heart, and it was still fine. Then he touched his hair, and it didn't fall out. There was flesh on his body, and his face was tender.

He really went back to 18 years ago!Back to the day when I met Ling Qiu for the first time.

Could it be that God heard his prayer and gave him a chance to be born again because he bought those two "marriage stones" on the side of the road?

Qin Muyang's whole body was erratic, after getting off the car, he followed Qin's father's pace, looking at the familiar things in front of him, his nose soured and he almost shed tears.

He woke up his nose, blinked vigorously a few times, and suppressed the tears.

"Dad, why did we go back to the ancestral house this time?"

Qin's father looked down at him, and then replied leisurely: "Your grandfather picked up a child on the side of the road. Seeing him pitiful, he adopted him. He said he wanted to keep you company. He brought you back today mainly to see him."

Picked it up on the side of the road?Shouldn't he be adopted from an orphanage?

Could it be that his own rebirth caused the butterfly effect?Many things are different from the previous life?

Then will this adopted one be Qiuqiu?

Father Qin has been observing Qin Muyang's expression, seeing that he frowns for a while and stares wide-eyed for a while, his expression is extremely rich.

"Don't want someone at home to accompany you?"

Qin Muyang didn't answer his words, the only person he was willing from the beginning to the end was Ling Qiu.

"Dad, do you know the name of that person?" Qin Muyang asked.

Qin's father said: "When the time comes, you can ask yourself when you meet."

Qin Muyang reluctantly nodded in agreement.

When he got home, Mr. Qin was sitting under the grape arbor sipping tea, and a fluffy white cat was lying on its stomach under the table, its tail wagging. When it saw him, it purred twice.

Old Master Qin lazily opened his eyes, and when he saw Qin Muyang, he stretched his brows and showed a kind smile: "Muyang is here to eat grapes."

There is a plate of grapes on the table, one piece of blue, and occasionally one or two are red.

Seeing Qin Muyang approaching, Mr. Qin pinched one and handed it to him: "Try it."

Qin Muyang took it and threw it into his mouth. After taking a bite, his face froze.

Sour, it's really too sour, it's so sour that you lose your teeth.

Resisting not to vomit, Qin Muyang held his breath, chewed twice and swallowed.

Old Master Qin wanted to laugh at first, but when he saw Qin Muyang swallowing the sour grapes, his entire expression showed surprise.

Qin Muyang actually swallowed it, such a sour grape, in the past, if he spit it out, he would lose his temper.

Mr. Qin looked at his grandson meaningfully with probing eyes, and always felt that he was different from usual today.

He knew Qin Muyang's temper, impetuous, easy to lose his temper and impatient, but he didn't see this at all today.

Old Master Qin looked at Father Qin who was behind him. Father Qin smiled and didn't take it seriously, just pretending that Qin Muyang was still asleep.

Qin Muyang waited for a while for the sour smell to go down.

"Grandpa, these grapes are not yet ripe."

"I know." Mr. Qin said slowly, "I just want to pick a bunch and taste it. People's taste is not very good when they are old. These grapes are quite sweet when they are ripe. When the time comes, make some wine and add some sweet-scented osmanthus. , that's the taste"

"You should drink less bars." Father Qin interjected, "Don't forget that you have high blood pressure, you should stop what you should."

"Try it and it's fine."

Qin Muyang didn't want to chat about grapes with them here, he looked around but didn't see Ling Qiu.

"Grandpa, Dad said you adopted a child, what about others?"

Old Man Qin took a sip of tea, and said slowly: "It should be in the osmanthus garden. Isn't the osmanthus blooming in August? He's going to pick some osmanthus, and use it to make osmanthus cake at night when he comes back."

With everything familiar, Qin Muyang's eyes became brighter, and he ran towards the Osmanthus Garden, saying as he ran, "I'll go find him."

Old Master Qin sneered and stood up: "What's the rush, people can't run away."

Mr. Qin thought that Qin Muyang would put on a stinky face and disdain, but he didn't expect him to be so happy that he took the initiative to find someone.

He raised his eyebrows, and looked at his son proudly: "I said Mu Yang would like it, one more brother of the same age, and he wouldn't be lonely."

Qin's father didn't think so, "Let's talk about it when we see it, it depends on our eyes."

"That boy is very good-looking."

Qin's father shook his head: "You are full of good people."

After all, who's going to pick up a kid on the side of the road and go home?Not kittens and puppies.

Qin Muyang ran all the way, and finally smelled the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus before approaching. Each of the sweet-scented osmanthus trees here is more than a hundred years old, with a diameter of about forty centimeters.

Qin Muyang walked in and stopped under a tree following his memory. He looked up and saw a familiar figure among a bunch of green leaves.

That was Ling Qiu, a seven-year-old Ling Qiu. He was wearing a loose white T-shirt. He lifted the hem of the shirt with one hand to reveal a slender waist, and lifted the other hand high to fold sweet-scented osmanthus flowers. There is a lot in it.

Ling Qiu's figure was not very stable, Qin Muyang was terrified when he stood unsteadily on a high place, why didn't he find Ling Qiu standing in such a dangerous place in his previous life?What if a bug scares him?What if he swayed and fell off?

And should he make a sound?What if he scares him?

A series of "what to do" popped up in his mind, Ling Qiu concentrated on picking osmanthus and didn't notice that there was another person under the tree. Following his movements, the branches swayed, and a large piece of osmanthus fell down, sprinkled on Qin Muyang's body , shaking his eyes.

Ling Qiu saw that he had packed quite a lot in his clothes, he swayed and thought: This amount should be able to make a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, grandpa said that there will be people coming at home today, so I don't know if there is enough to eat.

If you don’t want to pick a little bit, you can use it to make sweet-scented osmanthus wine. Grandpa and Uncle Zhang both like it.

It's just that there is no more room in the hem of the clothes. It seems that I can go down and put them back in the kitchen and come back to pick them off.

Thinking about it, Ling Qiu carefully moved his body and leaned against the tree trunk to fasten the hem of his clothes, revealing more of that small waist.

After tying it up, Ling Qiu climbed up the trunk and prepared to go down, when he glanced down, he saw someone under the tree who didn't know when, who looked a few years older than him.This should be grandpa's grandson, right?

Ling Qiu looked at him silently, the eyes of the two met in the air, the air was filled with the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus and other things.

When Qin Muyang saw him looking over, he felt his heart was about to jump out. He pursed his lips, moved his lips and said the word "Qiuqiu" silently.

Ling Qiu couldn't read lips, he stared at Qin Muyang condescendingly, he always felt that the other party was inexplicably familiar, he didn't think much about it, he just thought it was Grandpa Qin's grandson, it was only natural that he and grandson looked like each other.

He blinked his big black eyes, slowly squatted down and sat on the tree trunk and greeted the people under the tree politely: "Hello, I'm Ling Qiu, Ling in the early morning, Qiu in autumn, you can call me Qiuqiu."

It was still the same, Qin Muyang smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, tears welled up in his eyes, and he covered them dimly.

"What's wrong with you?" Ling Qiu became nervous, so he introduced himself, why did this person suddenly feel uncomfortable?Eyes are watery, are you going to cry?

Ling Qiu didn't want to see him cry, for some reason, seeing him in pain made him feel bad too.

Qin Muyang shook his head, and smiled gently at Ling Qiu, "What are you picking flowers for?"

Her childish voice was trembling and hoarse.

Ling Qiu obediently replied: "This is sweet-scented osmanthus, do you want it? It's very fragrant. Not only is it fragrant, it can also be used to make sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and make sweet-scented osmanthus wine. I'll share it with you this afternoon. You will definitely like it."

Seeing the smile on Ling Qiu's face, Qin Muyang was in a daze for a moment, he hadn't seen Ling Qiu smile for a long time.

Looking at Ling Qiu who pursed his lips and smiled at him, he couldn't help but want to hug him.

"Come down first, it's too dangerous up there."

Ling Qiu nodded, he couldn't wait to get down from the tree and play with his new friends.

"Then stand farther away, I'm afraid I'll bump into you when I get down."

"Okay." Qin Muyang responded with his mouth but his body didn't move, he stood still and raised his head to watch Ling Qiu's movement of descending the tree.

With his back facing him, Ling Qiu slowly slid down while holding the tree in both hands, his movements were nimble like a monkey.

But when I was going down the tree, I still accidentally slipped my foot, leaned back, and fell to the soft place with a cry, and the expected pain was gone.He opened his eyes and looked at the man's eyes, his heart skipped half a beat.

"Didn't you fall?"

Ling Qiu shook his head in a daze, "No."

After Qin Muyang breathed a sigh of relief, he hugged him tightly, exerting great force as if trying to melt the little man into his body.

Ling Qiu was in a bit of pain from being strangled, but he didn't dare to make a sound to stop him, and he hugged him quietly, but the hugging posture was a bit strange, the person buried his face in his neck, and the breath he exhaled was itchy on his skin Yes, he couldn't help trembling.

After a long time, Qin Muyang said in a muffled voice: "My name is Qin Muyang, I"

He paused, then continued, "Can I call you Qiuqiu?"

"sure."

"Qiuqiu."

"Uh-huh."

"Qiuqiu."

"here I am!"

"Qiuqiu."

"Eh!"

"Qiuqiu."

"what?"

"Autumn and Autumn"

Ling Qiu: Why does this idiot call him over and over again?

The surroundings suddenly became very quiet, only the sound of him calling his name remained.