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On the way back, because Feng Qingjiu had arrived, Song Shu naturally rode in the same carriage with her.

"Uncle Gu, do you have anything to do? If not, would you like to come over and have dinner with us..." Feng Qingjiu asked with a smile.

Gu Jingan grinned: "I......!"

"Ajiu...your uncle Gu is busy with many things every day, how can he have so much time? Jing'an, you go and do your work, we will go back first." Before Gu Jing'an finished speaking, Song Shu quickly took over.

After saying that, he pulled Feng Qingjiu and got into the carriage!

Looking at the backs of the mother and daughter, Gu Jingan said: "Actually, I'm not busy......!"

...............

In the carriage, Feng Qingjiu held his cheeks with both hands and looked at his beautiful mother.

"Mom, you are so beautiful...!"

Hearing her daughter's praise, Song Shu smiled and said, "Silly girl... Mom is old, how can you still look good?"

Feng Qingjiu shook her head: "No, no, no... Mother, you are not old at all, you are extremely beautiful. When you were young, you must have been the most beautiful in the whole capital!"

"If I were a man, I would definitely like you, too."

"Hehe...!" Song Shu chuckled: "You kid...!"

“Cough... cough cough...!” Suddenly Song Shu covered her mouth and coughed twice.

The system circled around Song Shu and said, "Host, your beautiful mother seems to be ill."

Feng Qingjiu: [Are you sick...? ]

The system nodded: [Hmm...! Besides, it's not light, host, please take her pulse and let me take a look.]

Feng Qingjiu came to Song Shu's side, looking worried: "Mom, are you feeling unwell?"

Song Shu smiled and shook her head: "No... Mom is in good health!"

"Let me help you take a look...!" Feng Qingjiu placed his fingers on the beautiful mother's wrist.

[Tongtong, what's going on? ]

The system frowned: [Host, your mother must have caught a cold, but because she didn't get timely treatment, her lungs are now seriously infected. Feel her head, it's at least 39 degrees now.]

Feng Qingjiu reached out and touched the forehead of his beautiful mother: "It's so hot... Mother, you still said it's okay."

"If you feel uncomfortable, please tell your daughter!"

[Tongtong, what should we do now? ]

System: [Host, use antibiotics! There are amoxicillin capsules in the space. ]

Fengqing Wine: [Bring it here...! ]

System: [Alright...! ]

Feng Qingjiu took out a box of amoxicillin capsules from her sleeve: "Mom... remember to take this medicine, two capsules twice a day."

Song Shu held her daughter's hand and said, "Ajiu, don't worry. Mom is fine."

Looking at the few white hairs on both sides of his beautiful mother's hair and her pale face, Feng Qingjiu felt very uncomfortable.

"Mom, you are Jiu's only relative, and the only one who waits for Jiu until late at night. You can't have anything happen to you."

"I'm sorry, mother. I'll come back earlier from my martial arts practice next time...I won't make you worry so much anymore!"

Song Shu stroked the familiar face in front of her, feeling a little sad.

Song Shu, your old little Ajiu is no longer here!

The little Ajiu in front of us can do everything. He can treat illnesses, practice martial arts, and even his literary talent is unmatched.

Feng Qingjiu heard the beautiful mother's voice and felt even more guilty.

Feng Qingjiu: "Mother............!"

Song Shu shook her head: "It's okay, Mom just thinks Jiu has grown up...! Mom doesn't need to worry about him anymore."

Feng Qingjiu leaned his head on his beautiful mother's legs: "Mom, I'm sorry...!"

Song Shu stroked her daughter's hair and said in a gentle tone, "Because Jiu had a bad health when she was young, I asked Master Tianji to calculate it. Master Tianji said Jiu would not live past 28."

"But at that time, Master Tianji said that Ah Jiu would have a chance to escape that disaster once in his lifetime......!"

Song Shu didn't continue talking.

Feng Qingjiu knew that the opportunity that the beautiful mother mentioned was probably that the original Feng Qingjiu died, and he, the modern Feng Qingjiu, occupied her daughter's body.

"Ajiu...can you tell mother about your experience in that world?" Song Shu asked.

Feng Qingjiu closed her eyes and spoke slowly: "Mom, the world I'm in is probably tens of thousands of years later. By that time, no one uses horse-drawn carriages anymore. Everyone rides in cars, and if they travel far, they take planes."

Faced with these words she had never heard of before, Song Shu was very curious: "Car, airplane?"

Feng Qingjiu nodded: "Yeah... the speed of the plane is very fast. Even if it is thousands of kilometers away, it can arrive in a few hours."

"So fast...?" Song Shu was surprised!

"Then isn't life good in the world you're in, Jiu?"

Feng Qingjiu shook her head: "I don't think it's good, because my mother is not there."

Hearing this, Song Shu asked, "What about your mother in that world...!"

Feng Qingjiu smiled and said, "I have never had a mother or a father since I can remember. I grew up in an orphanage, which is a place that specifically accepts orphans."

"Then when I was 10, the orphanage closed down, and I became a wanderer, with no fixed place to live, often living under bridges."

"There are snakes under that bridge. I remember one time when I was sleeping in the middle of the night, a colorful snake crawled onto my chest. Its eyes looked unusually bright in the dark...!"

"I was so scared that I couldn't move...!"

Hearing this, Song Shu's heart tightened: "Ajiu...!"

Feng Qingjiu laughed: "Because I had no friends at that time! So I became friends with the snake. It's pretty good to talk to it every day."

"Every time the Spring Festival or other festivals come, I am very envious and often lie on other people's windows to watch."

"When I'm hungry, I'll go to the door of a restaurant and wait. The owner will go down when someone has left over food. If I'm lucky, there's still meat."

"Also, mother, one winter it was snowing and very cold, and I didn't have a pair of boots, so I wove a pair of shoes out of grass. They looked pretty good, but they were still too cold to wear..."

"I almost froze to death on the street that year...Haha, but I'm lucky...!"

"Also, whenever I envy those who can study in school without worries, I will lie on the window to listen to the teacher's lecture. It's free, hehe...it's actually pretty good."

Song Shu really couldn't imagine the miserable scene of a ten-year-old girl living under a bridge.

Song Shu hugged her daughter tightly and said, "Ajiu, everything is over... It's okay... From now on, you have your mother!"

Listening to the words of his beautiful mother, Feng Qingjiu's eyes became moist and tears could not help but flow down.

The system narrowed its eyes: [Wuwuwuwuwu... Host, why are you so miserable! Too miserable... Wuwuwuwuwu...! ]