An Shuyao stared at the bed curtain and thought about it carefully: "Mr. sir, I just had a dream. I dreamed that when I was a child, I dreamed of a strange little boy. He seemed to want to commit suicide, but he was holding on tightly.
It's so weird that my wrist seems to be controlling itself."
Lu Jin looked stunned, and his voice trembled slightly: "Then what?"
"Then." An Shuyao yawned: "I snatched his knife away and taught him that children should not play with knives."
Lu Jin hugged her a little tighter: "Then do you still remember his name and what he looks like?"
An Shuyao shook his head: "I don't remember, maybe he was a passerby, but I happened to help him. The memory of my childhood is a little blurry, and I have also forgotten a little."
"If you forget, just forget it." Lu Jin's hoarse voice sounded.
An Shuyao didn't bother to think about it. There was indeed no such person in her memory. If she hadn't had such an inexplicable dream, she might not have been able to remember it.
So she closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
But Lu Jin couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
People are really different.
She could regard that encounter as helping a passerby, but Lu Jin had to remember it for the rest of his life. If it weren't for An Shuyao, he would have died.
Because An Shuyao's dream brought his memory back to the past.
He was frightened by a life that was not controlled by him since he was born.
After being frightened, he would rack his brains and think about how to live safely. He did not want to be assassinated and assassinated again and again, and even worried that one day he would die in his sleep.
This worry lasted until he was eight years old, when he was caught and kidnapped. He defended himself with a knife. After finally escaping, he found that his body was out of control again, and the sharp tip of the knife was pointed at him.
Own.
It's as if his destiny has been written by God, and at a certain period of time, he can make an honorable exit and make room for others.
How could he be willing to do so, so he tried his best to control himself, but in the end he was saved by An Shuyao, a little girl.
The way she taught him a lesson with a knife seemed to be vivid in his mind. He was obviously only three years old, but he sounded old-fashioned when he spoke.
She was eight years old when we met again, and he was thirteen years old. His immature face had opened up and had the beauty of a teenager, while An Shuyao was still the white and waxy snow dumpling, grinning with small white teeth every day.
Be brilliant.
He still remembers her, but An Shuyao has long forgotten him as a passerby.
"Yao Yao." He called softly.
"Huh?" An Shuyao replied in a daze.
Lu Jin was silent for a while and then said: "The old monk in the temple said that marriage is destined by God and has a connection. As for us, do you think there is a possibility that you saved me in my previous life, so I will come here in this life?"
I pledge myself to you."
An Shuyao sobered up a little: "Which monk from this temple? Isn't this pure deception? Sir, we don't want to believe this."
After saying that, she herself felt a little funny: "Are you willing to give me the favor of saving your life? It sounds quite romantic. Isn't it too deliberate?"
"It would be appropriate if you make up a story. You used to be the prince and lived mostly in the East Palace, while I was outside the palace. The time we had to see each other was only for the college exams."
Moreover, when this school exam was about riding and shooting, men and women were not separated in this school exam. It was a rare opportunity to take the exam together. However, men still recorded men's results, and women recorded women's results. However, women could watch the men's competitions from the sidelines.
An Shuyao rested his head on Lu Jin's shoulder: "Speaking of which, I really miss the little sisters in Jingzhong. I used to play well with a few of them, but they gradually drifted away."
Lu Jin's voice was very calm: "What then?"
When the matter about Shengjing was mentioned, An Shuyao became more interested: "Do you remember that little princess Xie Jiayue? I had a good relationship with her before."
Xie Jiayue, the daughter of the heterosexual king Xie You, is regarded as the top noble daughter in Shengjing.
An Shuyao shook her head regretfully: "It's just that I didn't contact her later for some reason. It's a pity. She seemed to like my third brother."
"I was asked to give her advice before."
Lu Jin: "..."
Listening to An Shuyao compose the gossip for him, he asked: "How old were you at that time?"
An Shuyao thought carefully: "Eight years old, or nine years old."
"..."
So they started to know Mu Shaoai when they were eight or nine years old. Lu Jin was a little speechless for a moment. At that time, he was just a little kid. He didn't know what he liked or disliked. It was just a joke.
He asked: "What happened next? Does Princess Xie still like your third brother?"
An Shuyao stretched and sat up: "I don't know about this. I left Beijing when I was ten years old. After I came back, she went to the border with her father. When I came back, I happened to marry you and she didn't marry you.
How to contact her, and then she was exiled, and I didn’t even see her a few times.”
"It's a pity to say the least."
It's a pity for An Shuyao. In the past, her relationship with Xie Jiayue was that of a close friend of the iron of iron. She put on her clothes and sat up, rubbed her head and muttered: "But I feel a little strange, I always feel that my memory
It’s intermittent and incoherent, as if it’s been cut. Alas, maybe I’m really old and my memory has faded.”
She is only sixteen years old and will turn seventeen next year. Although she is older at this age, she is still as young as a flower.
An Shuyao put on her cotton clothes and walked out. Her words attracted Lu Jin's attention. Her memory was declining? What was the reason for this?
In the morning, City Lord Mu came with Yuan Yi again, and the reason why he got up so early was just to have breakfast.
For this reason, he also called Wei Chiyu.
Wei Chiyu now wishes he could stay a hundred meters away from City Lord Mu. He looks like a country bumpkin entering the city. It is really embarrassing!
But he didn't know it, and while eating, he praised An Shuyao for making a good breakfast.
Yuan Yi brought more than thirty people this time, and the long row was very spectacular.
Under the leadership of An Shuyao, they went to the wasteland, which was the place where Yuan Yi saw An Shuyao for the first time.
He looked at a patch of green peppers, but the soil was not fertile at all. He couldn't believe it: "Is this the kind of land where you grow things?"
An Shuyao looked at him strangely: "My land has been improved by me. It's okay. If it's not going to snow again, I can continue planting."
Yuan Yi was a little surprised: "Your place is so magical? It is difficult to see a green patch of green in Anzhou in winter, but your place is unique."
An Shuyao raised his eyebrows proudly: "No, no matter whose seed it is, no matter how barren or barren the land is, I can turn it into fertile farmland. Do you believe it?"
When Yuan Yi heard this, he rolled his eyes and smiled slyly: "The land in Qingfeng Village has been cleared, and the forest has become ownerless. Are you interested in taking it?"