veterinary

Zhao Qinghe felt his head swell, his ears were buzzing, and his throat was burning, making him very uncomfortable.

"water……"

Zhao Qinghe could only utter one word weakly with all his strength, but Zhang Shi, who had been standing by the side, heard it keenly, and quickly poured a glass of water for him, and fed him.

After drinking a glass of water, his throat was finally not so dry and stinging. Zhao Qinghe slowly opened his eyelids as heavy as gold, and the scene in front of him couldn't help but stunned him.

The quaint wooden bed, the cyan tent, the window lattice and the wall, and the old lady half-embracing him to feed the water, the bun on her head and the clothes she was wearing were all full of ancient taste.

Was he washed to some strange place by the water?

Zhao Qinghe only remembered that he went to a farm in the suburbs to see a doctor. Suddenly, it rained heavily. When he was crossing the bridge, the flood came and washed him and his little electric donkey away. The water was so fierce that he sank after a few jumps. .

Everything happened so suddenly that I didn't even have time to react, and my memory stayed at the time of painful choking.

Seeing him waking up, Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but burst into tears, wiping her tears with thin and dry hands, crying and laughing at the same time, "Son, you finally woke up, you scared my mother to death, it's okay, it's okay... "

Son?

Zhao Qinghe stared dumbly at the old lady in front of him, confused about the current situation.

Mrs. Zhang looked at him blankly, and felt sad, "Son, that high official Ximen is not a good match, and he doesn't treat you sincerely, so why do you do this for him? Look at half your life is almost gone, he didn't even I haven't even visited you before, if your father and I hadn't gotten the news, you would have died there long ago."

Sir Ximen!He won't transmigrate into Pan Jinlian, will he?

As if Zhao Qinghe had been struck by lightning, Chaos' mind became even more confused, with a look of astonishment on his face.

Seeing this, the old lady panicked and slapped herself, "It's all my mother's fault, it's all my mother's fault, what are you talking about. Son, mother just lied to you, mother, mother, I'll get you Take the medicine."

The old lady ran out nimbly with her stooped body, and quickly brought a bowl of dark medicine, and poured it down to Zhao Qinghe, who was still not clear.

Zhao Qinghe was so bitter that his whole face was wrinkled into a ball, and the old lady stuffed a sweet date in his mouth, which made him feel better.The medicine had some sleeping effect, and before he had time to think about his current situation, he fell asleep again.

When Zhao Qinghe woke up again, his head was no longer heavy, and his body felt relaxed after his illness disappeared, but his whole body was sticky and very uncomfortable.

He was alone in the room, and the old lady had disappeared.

Although Zhao Qinghe was in good spirits, his whole body was limp, thirsty and hungry.I got up with support, and was about to get out of bed to pour a glass of water, but found that the shoes next to the bed were the cloth shoes on the ancient TV.Looking at what he was wearing, it was also an ancient white tunic. Apart from knowing that it was not Qing Dynasty attire, he couldn't tell which dynasty it was in.

Zhao Qinghe poured himself a cup of tea, and felt a lot better after taking a sip.

Although it was unbelievable, Zhao Qinghe knew that he must have worn it.He didn't have such white and delicate hands, and even though he didn't see himself in a mirror, he could feel that this body was thinner and shorter than before.

Surrounding the surroundings, the decoration of the house is not bad, tea can still be imported, it should be the home of a little rich, but he remembered that the old lady who claimed to be a mother seemed to be wearing rough clothes.

Zhao Qinghe thought of the Ximen high official that the old lady had mentioned before he fell asleep, and he couldn't help touching his trousers. Fortunately, the thing was still there. If he turned into a woman, he would not be able to calm down.

The old lady's short words contained a lot of information. The person he crossed over was gay!The family readily accepts this fact.And 'he' seems to be in love with a man who doesn't take 'him' seriously and has some status, what else did 'he' do for this man to make 'him' lose his life .

Zhao Qinghe couldn't tell what his mood was. Although he lived hard and earnestly in his previous life, he didn't have much attachment.I don't know whether it is a one-way time travel or a body swap. He used to be dead or alive.

Like this body, he is also a homosexual, but he has always kept this secret deep in his heart, and no one knows.Ever since he knew that he liked men, he intentionally or unintentionally distanced himself from them, so he didn't have many close friends.

As for his family, Zhao Qinghe couldn't help but sneer secretly, he would only be remembered when he wanted to ask him for money.

"Son, why are you up? You haven't put on your clothes yet. If you're freezing, you'll be fine. Go to bed quickly." Mrs. Zhang came in from outside the house, and when she saw Zhao Qinghe sitting at the table like this, she couldn't help but said anxiously.

It was only at this moment that Zhao Qinghe realized that it was really cold, so he climbed into bed obediently.

The old lady touched his forehead nervously, checked his face, and only let out a sigh of relief when she was sure everything was fine.Zhao Qinghe's eyes turned red immediately, and his throat felt sore. Ever since his mother passed away, no one cared about him so much.

Sensing something wrong with him, Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but feel distressed and said: "Son, mother knows you are sad, but we can't afford such a family. It is because your parents are useless that you have suffered such a crime. From now on Don't be so overwhelmed, if you leave, what will your father and I do?"

As she spoke, Zhang's tears welled up, and her white hair became more and more vicissitudes.

Zhao Qinghe was heartbroken, thinking of his mother who had passed away so early and his memory was blurred, or maybe it was the resonance caused by this body, he couldn't help hugging the old lady, and called out in a hoarse voice, "Mother—"

Mrs. Zhang was shocked. It had been a long time since she had seen her son getting close to her, and it had been a long time since she had heard this sound.Ever since his son became sensible, he has been separated from them by a layer, and has never looked at the old couple directly.

She even complained even more in charge, why she wanted her son to learn to read and write, and now she doesn't know what the book looks like, but she made her son no longer close to them.He always despises them for being vulgar, and doesn't even bother to talk to them.

The more I think about it, the more bitter and bitter I feel. If it wasn't for such a big grievance, how could my youngest son, who has always been proud and arrogant to look down on them, be so fragile and helpless.

Mrs. Zhang patted Zhao Qinghe's back lightly, and comforted her with the softest voice, "It's all over, it's all over, mother is here, and mother is here to accompany you, you can pass any hurdle."

Rumbling, rumbling, Zhao Qinghe's stomach suddenly gurgled at this warm moment, which made him blush immediately.

Mrs. Zhang smiled kindly, but she was afraid that he would lose face, so she just didn't hear, "My son hasn't eaten well for several days, I'm afraid he's hungry. Mother will make you your favorite chicken noodle soup when you were young."

Zhao Qinghe nodded obediently, with a look of hope.

Mrs. Zhang got the encouragement, and happily went to prepare food. Ever since her son entered the school, he didn't like the rough things she made. He was always picky and picky. Isn't it beautiful?

After a while, Mrs. Zhang quickly made a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup and brought it in. Zhao Qinghe hurried up to take the bowl, "Mom, let me get it."

The chicken noodle soup was very hot, and Mrs. Zhang was able to hold it with bare hands, but Zhao Qinghe couldn't bear it, so he quickly put the bowl on the table, groaning to his ears that it was hot.

Mrs. Zhang was dumbfounded, her hands were still in the posture of holding the bowl, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

Zhao Qinghe didn't notice it, but felt that the chicken noodle soup was really tempting, and his stomach growled more and more.Rich mushroom chicken soup, rolled out tough, thin and thin noodles, with an egg nestled on the surface, as well as green vegetables, mushrooms, chicken blood and chopped green onion.Zhao Qinghe took a deep breath, and the fragrance made his saliva almost drip.

Although he was extremely hungry, Zhao Qinghe still didn't forget Mrs. Zhang beside him, "Mother, come and sit down, let's eat together."

Mrs. Zhang couldn't bear it any longer when she heard the words, and ran outside the door and sat on the threshold and cried.

Zhao Qinghe panicked, not understanding what he said wrong that made the old man so excited.

The old man Zhao was worried about his family, so he came back from the tavern when he found time, and when he saw his wife sitting on the threshold crying, he couldn't help but get hot on the forehead, and shouted angrily:

"That bastard is messing up again! This bastard, look, look, I won't beat him to death! He thought reading a few books would be a big deal, but how dare he...cough cough..."

"Old man, are you okay? The doctor said you can't get angry now." Mrs. Zhang forgot to cry, and hurried forward to help her, and said anxiously.

The old man Zhao waved his hand, "I can't die now, but sooner or later I will be pissed off by that bastard. What the hell did Boss Zhao do to give birth to such a rebellious son. Old lady, we can't take care of his affairs. I can't control it."

The old man Zhao felt sad. The eldest son was the most capable, filial and obedient son, but when he was 15 years old, he accidentally fell to his death when he was cutting firewood on the mountain. He didn't even have a wife.Later, God took pity on him, and after two years, he had another son, this Zhao Qinghe, who was the most beautiful and intelligent since he was a child, and the grief in his heart has gone a lot.

Unexpectedly, after studying for a few days, the beloved youngest son did not improve his skills, but his temper became more and more serious.Not only did he imitate the children of rich families, but he also fell in love with men!It also made a big fuss, completely embarrassing the Zhao family.

Old man Zhao beat his youngest son for the first time because of this matter.Unexpectedly, the youngest son never came home again, and when he got the news again, half of his life was actually gone.

Seeing the pale and unconscious Zhao Qinghe, the old man Zhao couldn't help but regret it, he only hoped that he would do whatever he wanted when he recovered.Who would have thought that after waking up now, it would be the same as before, only poking the hearts of the old couple.

Children are really debts owed in the previous life.

Mrs. Zhang knew that old man Zhao had misunderstood, so she quickly explained, "Old man, I'm not sad, I'm happy."

Old man Zhao was stunned, with a puzzled expression on his face, "Happy?"

Mrs. Zhang wiped away her tears, and said with a smile, "Yes, I'm happy. My son is sensible now, and my son knows how to love his mother, and he knows to let his mother eat noodles together."

Old man Zhao was stunned, and Mrs. Zhang was about to explain, when she saw Zhao Qinghe with a blank face following him, patted his head, and said happily: "Look at me, I'm so happy and silly. Son, don't worry about me, you Hurry up and eat the chicken noodle soup while it’s hot. If you’re full, you’ll be cured.”

Zhao Qinghe still didn't move. Mrs. Zhang thought he was frightened by the old man Zhao just now, and hurriedly explained: "Your father was just talking, you can rest assured that your mother is here, your father will never beat you again."

"father?"

When Zhao Qinghe called out, Old Man Zhao's eyes turned red, his lips trembled but he couldn't say a word.

He had waited too long for this daddy.