After the rebirth of the metaphysics boss, he won in a wealthy family

"You saved my life that year."

The third aunt of the Yan family's eyes were innocent, and her eyes were fixed on Tang Simi without blinking.

"You also told me that my life was not saved by others, but earned by myself."

"Since then, since then..." The delicate little third aunt of the Yan family grasped Tang Si's hand in the corner of her clothes and slowly clenched it tightly: "They all said that I was a short-lived girl who didn't even have time to get married. Dead, only I know, my life is worth it."

In that year of war and chaos, the bandits outside the city kidnapped the three men of the Yan family, but they didn't ask for a ransom.

On the wedding day, the third lady held the sedan chair on the scissors in her hand.

But before she left the city, she was bombarded by shells. The bearers who carried the sedan chair were from the bandits' nest, and they all ran away when they saw the danger.

On the side of the side of the road is an orphan shelter, and all the skinny children are locked by iron gates.

Miss Yan San couldn't bear the children's cries for help, so she picked up a rock and smashed the lock on the iron door one after another.

But the lock was made of brass, and the stone she could lift was not too big. She was sweating from exhaustion, but she couldn't save a single child.

But the sound of bombing was getting closer.

The planes roared overhead.

The street leader appeared on the ashes of the street after being bombed by cannon fodder, his small face was like a snow-white milk dumpling,

The Taoist leader calmed down, she clasped her fingers, and with a click, the big copper lock that locked the door broke.

"Go due east." The immature girl's voice sounded.

Miss Yan Jiasan felt that this was an expert, she dragged her swaying skirt, and flew eastward with the children.

The children are obedient and recognize her as the leader.

It's just that when they arrived in Dongcheng, more and more refugees gathered at night, and several men were interested in her and wanted to commit violence against her.

At this time, the milk snow dumpling suddenly appeared, but there were many water marks on her gray robe.

The head of the trail stopped them from dragging Ms. Yan San.

But those men are beasts, how could they care if the pretty girl is a child or not.

They immediately wanted to attack the little girl, but when the little girl made a backhand, they lost their breath.

Miss Yan San hugged her and smelled the strong smell of blood on her body. Those wet marks were all blood.

Miss Yan Jiasan said in a crying voice: "That year, you were wearing a black Taoist robe. You saved me and put me outside the alley of my house."

She said, hoping that Tang Simi would remember her.

But obviously Tang Simi didn't remember.

"I said thank you, but you said I fought for my life."

The disappointment on her face grew more and more: "After thinking about it later, I didn't fight for my life. Maybe it was because of your kindness that you saw that I was doing good deeds, so you came to save me."

Her gaze was fixed on Tang Simi expectantly.

Later, she persuaded her family to donate money and food, and saved countless Dongcheng refugees.

In those few years, she has been making donations to save the people, wondering if she can still see that little milk dumpling.

It's just that the bombing continued for three days that day. Miss Yan San thought that the refugees who had escaped had not eaten for three days, so she immediately led people to transport food, but the guns had no eyes, and Miss Yan's family loaded up to mop up the enemy.

She killed two people with a self-defense gun, but was killed by the enemy's gun.

The head of the Yan family still remembers that Miss San almost married a bandit in order to save her brother, and could never return home in order to save refugees.

The family burned a heavenly book to inform the ancestors, and invited the third lady's tablet into the family ancestral hall.

……

Tang Simi said quietly, "This is the 21st century."

The face of the third aunt of the Yan family was even worse. Yes, she suddenly remembered that she had been dead for 100 years.

The Taoist leader she met was also from more than 100 years ago.

Because she died, her face remained unchanged.

The third aunt of the Yan family let go of Tang Simi's clothes, tears were about to fall from her eyes.

She said, "Maybe I made a mistake..."

But her gaze was always on Tang Simi's face.

Those eyes were nostalgic, looking at her savior in another time and space after 100 years.

Tang Simi looked at her and said, "100 years have passed, even if she is still alive, she should be old by now."

And more, it may be that the other party is dead.

In the disaster of war back then, in the Taoist sect, the sacrifice was quite large.

The person that the third aunt of the Yan family mentioned...

Tang Simi was thinking, her eyes were the same as hers.

Grandma Sansan of the Yan family, a person who has been dead for more than 100 years...

She was as delicate and pretty as a girl a hundred years ago, with shy but firm eyes, which made Tang Simi feel particularly kind.

Even in a trance, the other party did not recognize the wrong person.

The savior she mentioned might be herself.

"Later, my family went south to avoid disaster. I thought that leaving Haicheng, the sea of ​​people was vast, and I just thought that I would never see you again..." She said with tears in her eyes.

She raised her hand to wipe away the tears falling down her cheeks, but the back of her hand touched Tang Simi's hand.

It was the same 100 years ago, when the Taoist leader sent her home, she cried to persuade her to stay, and was afraid that crying would make the Taoist leader unhappy.

But the Xiaodao leader didn't dislike her at all, and instead helped her wipe away tears.

The third girl of the Yan family cried more and more sadly.

……

"Are you back?" Leng Xuelu looked curiously when she saw Tang Simi holding something in her arms.

Tang Simi put the things wrapped in yellow cloth on the table.

I went to the kitchen to get a bowl, filled it with raw rice, and untied the yellow cloth, revealing a tablet.

Tang Simi put three pillars of fragrance on it and inserted it into the uncooked rice.

Leng Xuelu's face turned blue.

"You, you, you, you finally started raising little ghosts like in old Hong Kong movies."

In front of the incense burner, a graceful girl in ancient costume appeared, and she saluted Leng Xuelu politely.

Leng Xuelu covered her mouth, such a pretty young lady, what kind of nonsense was she talking just now.

"She was crying so pitifully, and my heart softened for a moment." Tang Simi slowly tidied up the table, and added: "Don't bully her."

"Such a beautiful young lady, how could I bully her?"

Tang Simi said, "I mean her."

She is far less delicate than she looks.

……

The next day, Zhang Huai really had to leave.

"I can't resist that kind of ghost..."

Zhang Huaizhen was very annoyed, "When I go back, I will practice Leifa even more powerfully."

When Tang Simi sent her to the airport, Zhang Huaizhen said, "I can't drive that car either, you can keep it."

Zhang Huaizhen's flamboyant red car was bought by someone in Haicheng.

He also let Tang Simi drive this car to see him off today.

"That red... suits you very well." Zhang Huaizhen said coyly.

Tang Simi was dumb.

"The cat took your tongue away?" Zhang Huaizhen muttered, "When I go down the mountain again, you have to think carefully about whether you want to marry me."

"I don't want the car anymore." Tang Simi said decisively.

"The car is given to you for nothing!" Zhang Huaizhen said, stuffing the key into Tang Simi's hand, his face darkened, and then he smiled helplessly.

Tang Simi is ruthless, it's not been a couple of days.

Zhang Huaizhen smiled as before, sunny and handsome: "Then can you promise me that before I go down the mountain, don't like others."