Looking at her sister getting closer and closer, Fu Rong's body softened and fell down.

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"Father, you will go to the yamen tomorrow. Mother, my brother can't live without you at night. There is also Xuanxuan. You are young, so you can go back first. It's enough for my brother and I to stay here. If there is anything, I will send someone to call you." Fu Wan advised again in the neat and solemn buzzing of scriptures.

"I won't leave." The nine-year-old Fu Xuan sat by the bed, his little face tense and his two brows were furrowed, making a serious case.

Fu Pinyan looked at his little daughter, then looked at his wife who was staring at the last time on the bed with a sad face, and sighed: "Sister Wan is right, Su Niang, take Sister Xuan back first. You are weak, don't heal yet. You two are sick again. There is nothing wrong with the yamen recently, so I will stay here to accompany Dandan, so you don't have to worry."

Although Qiao was worried about her daughter, she still had a child under the age of one year in the main house who needed to be taken care of, so she nodded and reached out to take over Fu Xuan: "Xuanxuan is obedient and come to see your third sister tomorrow morning."

"I won't leave." Fu Xuan, who had never cried, lowered his head and cried, lay on the bed and refused to leave. She wanted to guard the third sister.

"Zhengtang, go and see your mother and sister off." Fu Pinyan frowned.

When his father spoke, Fu Chen stepped forward and picked up his little sister, walked out and comforted her softly: "Xuanxuan is obedient, your third sister is fine, you cry again, be careful that she will laugh at you tomorrow morning. Don't you hate her bullying you the most?"

The young man's clear and gentle voice gradually disappeared into the monk's chanting.

Fu Rong, who was lying on the side of the inside, quietly wiped his tears with the corner of the quilt.

Is she dreaming? How could the dream be so real?

Isn't it a dream? I pinched myself intermittently for several times, and it hurts so much.

But if it weren't for a dream, why did she return to the age of thirteen?

Rebirth after death?

She wanted to tell her father and mother about those big things, but her father stopped talking and told her not to talk nonsense. She shook her head and explained to them that her mother hugged her and coaxed her, saying that she had a smile when she was unconscious, and that those were not real. Fu Rong didn't believe that those were not nightmares, nor were they beautiful dreams at the moment, but they were all real. So her father, who was spoiled as treasure, simply blocked her mouth with a veil, suspected that she had dirt after falling into the water, and asked the doctor to open Ningshen Pills, and asked the monks of Zhulin Temple to do rituals in the courtyard.

The night was long and there was no sleepiness. Listening to the whispers of father, brother and sister behind him, feeling the worries in their tone, and recalling the horror in their eyes when she said those words, Fu Rong closed his eyes.

She was reborn after her death, and even she felt it was absurd. No wonder her relatives refused to believe it.

Forget it, is it that the thirteen-year-old who had a long nightmare that seemed like a real world during her coma, or is it that she was killed and reborn when she was twenty-one? You will know if everything that happened in the future coincides with memory, it means...

Wait, if it's not a nightmare, next...

After seven or eight days, she would get acne, and the doctor advised her to go to the village to recuperate so as not to infect her family. Fu Rong was accompanied by the wet nurse, Madam Sun, and she stayed for nearly a month before she was completely recovered. After returning home, she was shocked to learn that the night she arrived in the village, her younger brother went to get sick. Her parents were worried that she would think a lot and kept it from her.

Her younger brother who likes to grab her fingers!

Fu Rong sat up sweating profusely.

"What's wrong with Dandan?" Fu Pinyan rushed over several times, holding his daughter's shoulder to look at her.

"Dad!"

Fu Rong threw herself into his father's arms and cried in great sorrow, "I... had a nightmare. In the water, no one saved me."

Worried that his father would jail her again, Fu Rong changed his words temporarily and did not talk about his brother.

Fu Pinyan felt so distressed. Among the three girls and two sons, this one has always been attached to him since childhood. He is also cute and cute. Even if he doesn't want to be partial, he is mostly biased. His daughter's requests have taken turns to use them in turn. He almost doesn't respond to such a disaster today.

"Don't be afraid or not. Dad is here, and your brothers and sisters are here, so don't be afraid of being strong." He patted his daughter's shoulder gently, and Fu Pinyan's chin pressed against her head and coaxed her.

Fu Rong kept crying, crying out all the sadness and grievances in the dream-like memory. When he stopped, the sound of the third round of drums came from outside.

"Dad, I will never be naughty again." After crying enough, Fu Rong buried her father's chest and said.
Chapter completed!