Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Wei Ziqing, a famous actress of a generation, suffered a sudden illness, and his fragrance disappeared. People in the capital often wandered around in Huayue places, all regretted it. It was sad and deplorable. There were even more romantic and talented scholars vying to write poems and eulogies for him. It became a fashion for a while. Many good poems have been handed down to later generations, and they are also one of the most guessed and imagined characters in the unofficial history of later generations.
It's just that these things, no matter how lively they are, have nothing to do with the dead, the beauty and the bones, and the fame and wealth behind them are gone.
No one from the outside could have guessed that Wei Ziqing was dead, but he was alive again, living in a world that had nothing to do with his previous life.
Wei Ziqing had a dream. He dreamed that he had come to a completely different world. There were no women here, only men and lords. He was an ordinary and pitiful little lord.
Originally, the parents only got this husband when they were thirty. It was a happy family, but his father fell down the hillside when he was three years old and went to the mountain to cut trees. Go, adopted by uncle.
The uncle is dull and doesn't like to talk, but the aunt is bitter and mean. There are three children in the family who need to be raised, so life is not easy.In the early years, he was able to bear with his family’s house and land and a lot of money left by his parents’ carpentry work. After a few years, he took these things for granted as his own, and then looked at this oil bottle , it is even more an eyesore, and it is inevitable to make things difficult.
He dreamed that he grew up stumbling, with little food and clothing, and lived in a dilapidated and dirty former pigsty. In winter, he was driven to wash clothes by the river, but he only wore two thin pieces of clothes. When he reached the river, the water froze. The ice was thick, and I didn't dare to go home, so I had to find a small stone and smash it towards the ice.
The snow in winter was so heavy that in his dream, the cold seemed real, making him ache all over from the cold.
Wei Ziqing seemed to realize that this was a dream. What kind of person he is, even if he is an actor, he is also the object of all kinds of rich men. He is tactful and understands current affairs, talking to people when he sees people, and talking nonsense when he sees ghosts. He was hired by the son of Shangshu for half a month when he was listed at the age of 14. He only plays the piano and composes poems every day.
Even if it was a dream, how could he dream of something so different from his life?But this person looks very similar to him, he wants to wake up, but he can't wake up, he also wants to make this person tougher, don't let anyone rub him, but he can't exert his strength, he just stared at the child Growing up in pain, her temper became more and more weird and silly.
Just like now, he watched the child's thin body holding a stone and hitting the river surface one after another. His face was pale, and his hands trembled from the hunger for many days. He tried his best but only left a shallow mark on the river surface.
Wei Ziqing really wanted to scold the street, can he stop doing such useless stupid things with a face almost the same as his, and look like a poor wretch.
The movement of the child hitting the ice surface became smaller and smaller, and the small stone seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and suddenly fell down and struck. Finally, the poor version of Wei Ziqing, like in a drama of bitterness, fainted. on the river.
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"Brother Ah Qing, brother Ah Qing..."
Who is calling him?What is this name, no one has ever called himself that.
Wei Zixiu looked worriedly at the unconscious Ziqing, Ah Mu did too much this time, if she was not discovered and rescued in time, she would have fainted in the snow like this, she might have frozen to death there Alright, in such a cold and snowy day, why did Brother Qing insist on going to the river to wash clothes.
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