Live a Good Life with the Villain Husband [Transmigration Book]

The sky is cloudy and snowy.

A thick layer of snow has accumulated on the ground, and it almost reaches the knees.

Yi Hanchen was standing in the snow, frowning, looking around for Gu Nansong.

The two were still together a minute ago, but after leaving the door, the strength and temperature on the arms suddenly disappeared. When the darkness dissipated, it was the scene of the deep winter season in front of me. I don’t know if it was true Into someone's conscious world by mistake.

In the wind, a woman's mournful cry came faintly, lingering in her ears for a long time.

A striking bright red appeared in the pale and dark world. As the wind and snow skirts billowed like fire, Yi Hanchen naturally noticed it, but he just stood there and watched, and didn't go forward to find out. He planned, but the wind blowing behind him kept pushing and urging him to move forward.

Frowning slightly, Yi Hanchen could only take a step forward in dissatisfaction.

One step, and the world is quiet.

The howling gale suddenly stopped, and the falling goose feather and heavy snow also stagnated in mid-air, as if the whole world had been pressed the pause button.

Except for himself, only one person was still moving.

The woman in a blood-stained red dress walked barefoot on the snow, every footprint was covered with blood, but she was ignorant, and continued to walk unsteadily, her mournful sobs turned into There were affectionate murmurs, she seemed to be holding something in her hands, only a swaying corner was exposed from behind, it was a piece of dusty cloth.

Whether it's a woman wearing a red dress walking barefoot in the snow, or a woman holding something strange in her arms...

Yi Hanchen felt extremely bored, but thinking that what happened might have something to do with Gu Nansong, he had to be patient and continue to wait.

Stepping on the snow and walking a few steps forward with difficulty, he followed the woman to a river that had been slightly frozen on the surface. The woman lowered her head and watched quietly for a while, then suddenly threw the things in her hand into the river , It was a cloth bag, floating down the current, Yi Hanchen glanced at it, and the cloth wrapped in the outer layer unfolded, revealing a damaged... cloth doll inside.

The woman is probably mentally disturbed.

She suddenly sat down in the snow and began to cry softly again.

Listening to the continuous voice, Yi Han became more and more irritable. If there was evil spirit around him at this moment, he would probably rush towards the woman in a surge.Suddenly, the crying stopped, and a pair of red eyes looked at him, his face changed drastically, panic and anger intertwined into a strange expression, the woman turned around suddenly, and jumped into the river with a "plop".

Yi Han watched the woman struggling in the river with a deadpan expression and indifference until she sank powerlessly.

The bright red gradually disappeared on the water surface, and Yi Hanchen turned his head as if feeling something, and saw a small figure standing behind him, with no expression on his skinny face, staring at the woman intently. sinking place.

With a heartbeat, he turned around and approached the little child.

The tattered padded jacket wrapped his thin body, which looked empty, as if the wind could blow him down.

Such a young child probably doesn't know anything.

Don't know death, don't know pain.

He just looked at it for a while, then turned to look at Yi Hanchen standing beside him.

Before opening his mouth, he coughed a few times, and Yi Hanchen realized that the child's abnormally flushed face and chapped lips, which were so pale that they were almost bloodless, were probably choked by the cold wind. He coughed violently, covered his chest and squatted down, Only then did he regain his strength, and slowly spit out a few vague words in a hoarse voice: "Hungry... hurts..."

The child is too young and too thin, and there is no overlap with the bright and sunny youth in memory.

But Yi Han was very sure in his heart.

This child is Gu Nansong!

As soon as the words fell, the small body jumped into the snow.

Yi Han squatted down, and hesitantly reached out to touch the child's forehead. It was so hot that he could fry eggs on it. Looking at Xiao Xiaosong, who was already in a daze and about to fall asleep, he felt a little helpless in his heart. He remained silent for a few minutes before hugging that small body into his arms, standing up and looking for a place that could shelter from the wind and snow.

The conscious world has always been unreasonable and normal logic.

He just turned around with Gu Nansong in his arms, and saw a dilapidated house with black tiles not far away. The house stood on the ridge next to several fields. Half of the red mud wall had collapsed. Looking over, there was a thick and tattered curtain hanging in front of the door, but it was of no use. There was a stove in the middle of the room, and the firewood in it had been burned out, and only sporadic lights were glowing. The room was cold and dark.

Because the windows were closed and the door was blocked by a curtain, the room was almost filled with the pungent smell of smoke.

Yi Han frowned deeply, standing at the door, unable to move his feet.

This is not a normal place of residence at all. Things are piled up against the corners of the wall. At first glance, it looks like a messy garbage dump. Everything is tattered and dirty. There is no one in sight that can It can be regarded as a good product. The wooden bed is placed directly in front of it. The bottom layer is covered with a layer of hay. Many grass roots are poked out, and the upper layer has become black and hard pressed. The cotton wool and the quilt at the foot of the bed are only a thin layer, and there are large black stains on the surface.

"Cough cough!"

The child in his arms couldn't help coughing again.

Yi Hanchen could only walk over and put him on the fragile wooden bed.

At this time, the door curtain was lifted, and an old man with a stooped body walked in.

The old man was carrying a basket in his hand, and after swinging it on the ground, he walked towards Gu Nansong.

Gently placing his rough hand on Gu Nansong's forehead, the old man sighed: "Why is it still burning... If you continue like this, how can you survive this winter."

The old man withdrew his hand, but did nothing, only left a basket behind, shook his head and walked out.

"A sin..."

"Forget it, forget it, instead of living and suffering, it's better to just go."

"Don't hate us...don't hate us..."

The vicissitudes of life gradually faded away.

Yi Hanchen didn't pay much attention, he stared at the basket on the ground and pondered.

Hesitatingly reached out to open the lid of the basket, a pungent smell of herbs rushed straight to the lid of the sky, the smoke was so cold that Yi Hanshen almost kicked the basket over, fortunately restraining his violent behavior in time, he hurriedly removed the lid of the basket The lid was closed again, looking at the dry firewood by the corner, he took some and threw it directly into the stove, but smashed out the remaining sparks.

Standing by the bed, frowning in thought.

Although he has suffered a lot, Yi Hanchen is still a "big young master" in essence. He can't even take care of himself, so don't expect him to take care of a child.

The child turned over uncomfortable on the bed, opened his eyes and looked at the tall and straight figure in front of the bed, and sighed silently.

Hearing the rustling on the bed, Yi Han turned around and met with a cold face.

Wide-eyed and small-eyed, one cold and one innocent.

Yi Han glanced at the basket on the ground, and ordered: "Drink the medicine."

Gu Nansong was stunned, his eyes were blank, and his head was full of question marks.

They stared at each other silently for a while, Yi Hanchen was finally defeated, and reached out to take out the medicine pot from the basket. Bring the jar to Gu Nansong's eyes: "Drink it."

Xiao Xiaosong wrinkled his nose and sneezed from the choking. He raised his little hand and wanted to push away, but his strength was too weak to push him away. He could only move his buttocks and shrink towards the wall, obviously refusing to cooperate and not taking medicine. look.

"Come here and drink the medicine."

His tone subconsciously softened a little.

Gu Nansong looked at Yi Hanchen timidly, but shook his head.

Yi Han's face darkened, and the child shrank suddenly in fright, almost curling himself up into a ball and shrank in the corner of the wall.

Yi Hanshen: "..."

That handsome face seemed to be split in the middle.

For the first time, Yi Hanshen, who had never cared about other people's feelings, and had never perfectly suppressed the irritable Yi Hanshen, faced a soft and crooked child who could be stabbed to death with one finger that day. Broken to--

You can't lose your temper with a sick child, and this child is Gu Nansong...

Wait, it seems that Gu Nansong wants to lose his temper and yell at others.

Yi Han's tightly pursed lips were stretched into a line, and he slowly leaned forward, approaching the shivering child.

"I'm sick, I should drink medicine."

Gu Nansong raised his small head, blinked his eyes that had become bigger because of his thinness, and stared at Yi Hanchen innocently.

"Don't look at me, drink the medicine."

Yi Han frowned slightly, and continued to urge.

Gu Nansong then looked at the medicine jar, with a small face of grievance: "Bitter..."

Will a person who has suffered from childhood and experienced all kinds of hardships be afraid of a small pot of traditional Chinese medicine?

Even though he looks only five or six years old now, looking at the surrounding environment and his thin and weak appearance, life doesn't give him the capital to be picky, but Yi Hanchen doesn't know, doesn't know what Gu Nansong has been through What day was it, he only knew that although he was unpopular and was abused and bullied when he was young, at least he had enough food and clothing, and he lived in a dark basement but was sheltered from the wind and rain. Which of my peers is not spoiled, and his younger brother...

For a moment, Yi Hanchen didn't know what to do.

He could only remain expressionless and silent, and the warm medicine jar gradually lost its temperature in his hand.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

A violent cough brought him back to his senses.

"Drink the medicine..." The voice sounded dry, but he tried his best to be gentle: "Drink it, and you won't feel uncomfortable."

Gu Nansong was panting with difficulty, his wet eyes fixed on Yi Hanchen.

Finally, he stretched out his little hand, hugged the medicine jar, and drank half of it one gulp at a time.

The whole face was wrinkled by the pain, and a golden bean rolled out uncontrollably.

Putting the medicine jar back into Yi Hanchen's hand again, he raised his hand to rub his shriveled stomach through the padded jacket, and then looked at Yi Hanchen with a trace of longing: "Hungry..."