Wen Qinghe always felt a heaviness in her chest, as if she was about to suffocate.
Tsk~
This wine is no longer safe to drink…
She'll have to ask the butler to seal up the wine cabinet later; she can't touch that stuff, the aftereffects are too unpleasant…
She rubbed her head and sat up, feeling unusually unwell today; her chest felt tight and she felt weak all over.
When she finally saw the scene before her, her head felt like it was about to explode from fright…
Where is this?
The carriage was packed with people, dressed in shabby clothes and looking disheveled.
Was she kidnapped?
Kidnapped and taken to refugee camps? Laos? Myanmar?
What's next? Will they take me to sell my organs...?
No, the villa has always had excellent security, to prevent malicious individuals from entering.
When her grandfather was alive, he arranged for many international mercenaries to guard the villa.
She didn't think anyone would dare to take the risk just for organs.
For money?
Just as she remained calm, trying to discern their intentions,
The girl sitting opposite her had slightly yellow skin but delicate features. She smiled and asked, "Comrade, are you also an educated youth sent to the Red Star Brigade?"
Wen Qinghe: ? ? ?
She looked puzzled. What the hell was the Red Star Brigade? Did the educated youth movement still exist?
Isn't this something she only read in period dramas...?
A historical fiction? Could she be… a time traveler?!
No way, she can't be that unlucky!!!
She pinched herself hard.
"Hmm!"
The stinging sensation on my skin is real; this is not a dream!
Regardless of whether she was being held hostage, she only wanted to confirm one thing.
"Hello, miss, what year is it now?"
"75 years, comrade, have you lost your mind?"
"...19...75?"
Wen Qinghe was so flustered that she almost bit her tongue.
"yes!"
Hearing this, her heart sank...
Thinking of the extraordinary adventures in novels where people accidentally travel through time after death,
"Did I die from drinking too much? Waaah..."
That's the only possibility. After all, she was perfectly fine at home, so it's impossible that something unexpected happened to her.
While others might have a romantic encounter after drinking, for her, drinking led to a deadly adventure…
She had no relatives or friends; the only person who cared about her was her butler grandfather.
I wonder if the butler will be saddened to see her die...
My grandfather passed away a few years ago, and now I'm burying my child...
There are also trillions of dollars in assets left to her by her grandfather that she hasn't had time to deal with yet...
Thinking back to that era when people toiled in the fields, it's said that it was common for people to go hungry. You can tell just by looking at the spirit of these people.
She was pale and thin, dressed in coarse linen clothes. Even the clothes she was wearing felt prickly and uncomfortable to her.
Not knowing who this person was, she glanced at the military satchel that had been pressed against her body when she got up, and guessed it belonged to the body's original owner…
She carried her handbag all the way to the restroom in the carriage, ignoring the dirty and messy environment and the constant feeling of tightness in her chest.
Brushing aside the stray hairs on my forehead and cheeks, I saw an incredibly familiar face reflected in the mirror.
Her face was small and delicate, with a sickly pale complexion. Her beautiful eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and beneath her long, curled eyelashes were a pair of large, watery eyes. She had a small, delicate nose and pale pink lips.
The face looked exactly like her own, even the position of the small mole on the tip of the nose was the same, but this face was even more youthful.
But her sickly, almost ethereal appearance made her look exactly like herself, someone who had been seriously ill for a long time.
He was wearing a gray linen coat and black coarse cloth trousers.
Underneath her coat, she wore a close-fitting, comfortable pure cotton top.
But when she lifted her hair, she saw that the areas where the burlap had touched were covered in a dense rash of red rashes…
Compared to the surrounding pale skin, it was simply unbearable to look at.
Why are you still wearing it in this condition?
She opened her backpack and saw a identification card and a rural work permit.
Is her name also Wen Qinghe?
According to the documents, she was indeed going to the Red Star Brigade, and like herself, she was from Beijing.
Is it really a coincidence?
The remaining backpack contained several sets of comfortable cotton clothes, some loose change and coins, and a small bottle whose contents were unknown.
She roughly counted them and found that besides the 26 large unity bills, there were also some small bills scattered around, which gave her a headache, so she stopped counting them.
She packed the money away, and although the clothes in the package were comfortable, she didn't dare to change out of them.
There's a reason the original owner wasn't replaced. At this time, everyone was dressed in coarse cloth and linen, and besides, the most unpredictable thing in the world is the human heart.
Looking at the frail Xi Shi in the mirror, she seemed as if she could be blown away by a single breath.
She had just finished searching, and fine beads of sweat were dripping from the tip of her nose and the corners of her forehead. Her chest felt heavy and suffocating, as if a boulder was pressing on it.
Feeling the abnormal throbbing in her left chest, she frowned. Did the original owner have a heart condition?
Thinking of that small bottle, she took it out of her bag and saw that it said "one pill per day".
She quickly took out a pill and swallowed it. After a while, she felt her heartbeat, which had been pounding in her chest, slowly return to normal, although her chest still felt heavy.
After she had sorted out her thoughts and purse, she slowly returned to her seat to contemplate her future.
The contents of the bag I just checked show that the original owner came from a well-off family.
Her skin is delicate; she must have been pampered growing up.
I just don't understand why the original owner couldn't understand why she had to go to the countryside. Her frail body was already struggling to cope with the demands of rural life.
Not to mention the demanding farm work they also had to do.
And now that she's here, where did the original owner go?
Just then, a voice seemed to be calling her name from afar.
Before she knew it, she drifted off to sleep again.
This time it's both a dream and not a dream.
In the mist, a dark dot gradually grew larger until it was almost upon her.
Her eyes suddenly widened.
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