General, your son is in my hands

Dim light, old and broken furniture, a musty smell in the room, and the bed board made the bones ache. Qin Yun slowly opened his eyes, what place is this?He moved his hands to try to sit up, but he couldn't make any effort. Perhaps his movements caught the attention of the people next to him.

"Wake up, wake up, Brother Yun, you're finally awake." A voice of surprise rang in his ears, which made Qin Yun's headache even worse.He turned his head to look at the speaker, a middle-aged man in his thirties, strangely enough, there was a flower on his forehead, and a big man with a flower printed on his forehead, Qin Yun felt that the headache was almost not his own.

"Where is this?...Who are you?" Qin Yun turned to the man who spoke.

"Brother Yun, am I the show next door, poor boy, you are in a hurry to do something in this horrible weather, if it wasn't for your Uncle Qin who went to work in the field and met you, you would faint from heatstroke What should I do if no one finds out in the field." The middle-aged man who claimed to be Xiumao hugged Qin Yun distressedly, and wept while talking. "If you don't think about yourself, you have to think about An Wazi. He is only six years old, and his parents are gone. What if something happens to your elder brother, what do you want him to do?"

Qin Yun became even more confused when he heard this, what the hell is it?Are you not a man?What is it, little brother?Who is An Wazi?

"Sir, I think you have misunderstood the person. I don't know you, and I don't know who An is..." Before Qin Yun could finish speaking, the door of the room was suddenly opened, and a thin and small child looked like a small cannon. He rushed in as if, and threw himself into Qin Yun's arms. Qin Yun's eyes were staring at him.

"Brother, brother, don't want An An, An An won't eat so much, An An is obedient." The child pushed his head into Qin Yun's arms hard.

Seeing Qin Yun's face turned paler by Qin An's bump, Xiumo quickly pulled Qin An out of Qin Yun's arms, and patted his ass as punishment, "Young master is so reckless, look at Brother Yun. Hit. Anwazi, you watch over Brother Yun, Xiumai, go home and bring some cool grass to relieve Brother Yun's heat."

Qin Yun was bumped by Qin An just now, and then he heard a lot of incomprehensible words from a middle-aged man who called himself Xiumao, and fell into a coma again.

When Qin Yun woke up again, the dilapidated house was still in his eyes, and he wished he could faint again. It seems that he must have time-traveled?God!In my life, I haven't sneaked around, and I haven't murdered people and set fire to them, so I can cross over by boiling a fucking pot of water!Is time travel so worthless these days?It’s fine to travel through time, but what’s the deal with a room where you can vaguely see the sky when you look up and look down at the broken bed and broken furniture?Not to mention that this body is still carrying a oil bottle, is this trying to kill me?

Suddenly, the door of the room was pushed open, and a familiar little head poked in quietly. His thin and big eyes stared at Qin Yun, and when he realized that he had woken up, he swished his head back quickly. After a while, just now The little guy walked in cautiously with a big bowl with a chipped hole in it.

"Brother, this is the cool grass water boiled by Xiuma, let me drink it for you." Qin An handed the bowl to Qin Yun who finally sat up, "Brother, don't want An An, An An is afraid."

Qin Yun stared blankly at the roof, ignoring the children next to him. He thought if he died again and then went back?Now that this body is so weak, can he die for a few days without eating or drinking?No, it would be too miserable for a starved ghost... Qin Yun thought for a while and still couldn't get a clue. Just as he was about to think about it, he was interrupted by the howling of a child.

"Wow... brother, don't die... don't leave An An... woo..."

Qin Yun's mind is full of black lines, you kid, what are you looking at? Although I don't mind dying again, I'm still thinking about it, but I'm not dead yet!

Wei Wei stretched out his hand tremblingly and touched the child's head, "Hey! Child, I'm not dead yet, what are you holding in your hand?"

The child blinked his eyes and stopped crying when he heard Qin Yun's words, and sucked the snot that came out, "Xiu Mo gave me some cool water, brother drink~"

Qin Yun leaned over and smelled it, and there was a smell of Huoxiang Zhengqi water, it really is a good medicine for relieving summer heat!