When Cheng Qingyan first woke up, she felt someone throwing things at her. Was it sand? It felt like tiny, scattered particles.
Huh? Why did they sprinkle sand on her face? Luckily she didn't open her mouth to speak, or she would have gotten sand in her mouth too!
I suddenly opened my eyes and sat up!
What the heck?! It's not sand! It's mud! And there are trees and weeds all around!
And she! She was lying in a dug pit, covered with a tattered straw mat?
Was she almost buried alive?
The person who threw mud at her was wearing tattered clothes with many messy patches, making it impossible to tell the original color of the clothes.
Although her face was a little dirty and her hair was messy like dry straw, it was still clear that she was a woman.
When the woman saw her sit up, she trembled with fear and backed away.
"Hey! Miss, don't you have any manners? I haven't even said you threw something at me yet, and you're acting all scared?"
"If anyone should be frightened, it should be me! I was just playing games at home and didn't do anything to anyone, so why am I being buried?"
Wasn't she playing games at home? How did she end up here the moment she opened her eyes? Right, where is this?
The pit was a bit cool and damp; she felt her buttocks were soaked.
Standing up from the pit, she realized it was truly shallow. At the bottom, the pit was just knee-deep.
The terrified woman, looking as if she had seen a ghost, turned and tried to run away.
Cheng Qingyan leaped forward and grabbed the woman's wrist.
The woman screamed in terror, "A ghost!"
Cheng Qingyan's face darkened: "Big sister, which of us looks more like a ghost?! Where in our country is there such a backward environment? Why are you still wearing clothes that are so tattered?"
"Oh, and one more thing, I'm not a ghost, I'm a person, a living person, my heart is still beating. You can touch it if you don't believe me!"
The person opposite her was a woman. Cheng Qingyan herself was also a woman, and it was the 21st century. How could there be any separation between people of the same sex?
However, if I had to say something, there is one: Cheng Qingyan was in a bit of a frenzy and forgot to avoid suspicion.
She couldn't take it anymore; another woman had touched her.
I didn't mean to, I was just in a rush. I'll find a hotel and take a shower in a bit!
Cheng Qingyan was still internally seeking forgiveness, completely unaware of the shock of the person in front of her.
Ye Lingyu never imagined that her cheap husband had died so early. He was dead, but now he had actually come back to life.
It's one thing for him to come back to life, but neither of them had slept together after marriage, and he just grabbed his hand and placed it on her chest!
It's alive, but what's with the way it feels under my hand?
If she hadn't personally dragged her husband's body up and buried it, she would have believed that someone had switched her husband's body.
The man before her was her husband, but she never expected that the man who married her would be a woman.
Ye Lingyu's expression was complicated as she withdrew her hand.
Cheng Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief: "I didn't lie to you, did I? You're alive, right? Can I ask you now? Who are you? Why did you bury me? Where is this place? How did I get here?"
It's probably noon now, and wisps of smoke are rising in the distance. The area around the burial site is a small hill, about a hundred meters high, overgrown with weeds.
Where the smoke from the chimneys rises, there lies a village. The golden rice paddies below can be faintly seen.
“You are Cheng Qingyan, the third son, and I am Ye Lingyu, your wife. This is a small forest next to Mengjia Village. Before burying you, I thought you were dead, so I dragged you up the mountain to prepare for your burial.”
Ye Lingyu had overcome her initial shock and was now trying to calm her pounding heart and regain her composure.
"Huh? Um, which province is this? By the way, do you have a cell phone? Can I borrow it?"
Ye Lingyu was completely confused. Hand-held chicken? What kind of chicken is that? Let alone hand-held chicken, their family doesn't even have chicken feathers.
He shook his head, indicating that he didn't understand what she was saying at all.
They were talking at cross purposes, and Cheng Qingyan felt her temper was about to flare up!
Regardless of who played the prank on her, she felt a little dizzy and hungry!
"Hey you, Yu. Come on, let's sit down and talk. I'm hungry. Do you have anything to eat?"
Ye Lingyu was pulled by Cheng Qingyan to sit on the withered grass nearby. Did she have anything to eat? No.
She herself was starving and didn't know how to deal with it later.
Cheng Qingyan noticed that both his and Ye Lingyu's clothes were covered in patches. They even felt a little prickly to the touch.
This coarse cloth is from some distant era; it's amazing that those pranksters could find it. It's far too stiff.
Sitting on the withered grass with Ye Lingyu, Cheng Qingyan brushed away the leaves and asked Ye Lingyu, who was sitting next to him, "Yu, tell me about the villages and towns around here. Is this place in the south or the north?"
Ye Lingyu looked at the person beside her who had been acting strangely since she first woke up: "There are also Li Family Village and Zhu Family Village around Meng Family Village, which are not far apart. But of the three villages, Meng Family Village, which is our village, is the fastest to get to the town, which only takes two hours."
Cheng Qingyan frowned as he listened. What two hours? If he remembered correctly, two hours was four hours. What kind of place would take four hours to get to a town?
Ye Lingyu, who was standing to the side, stopped talking, and Cheng Qingyan couldn't help but turn his head to look at her.
Although her face is smudged, she's actually quite pretty if you look closely! She's the type she likes. If she changed her clothes, wow! These days, there aren't many beautiful actresses who are truly uninhibited in making themselves look ugly.
She is pretty, but she is too pale and thin, with no flesh on her bones, and looks malnourished.
I don't know where they found the actors, but they were way too dedicated. Maybe it's the makeup artist's skill that's to blame.
However, how could an actress with such acting skills end up being asked to act by her cronies?
Cheng Qingyan felt sorry for Ye Lingyu and sighed, "Yu, whatever they pay you, I'll give you double. Go to a certain store and start as an extra. With your acting skills, you'll probably become famous in no time."
I didn't understand the others, but I understood Cheng Qingyan's part about giving her money.
Where is the money?
Cheng Qingyan looked completely unconcerned: "It's in my card. These days, who carries cash around? I just didn't expect you to not even have a cell phone."
Upon hearing about "hand-raised chickens" again, Ye Lingyu's curiosity kicked in: "What kind of chicken is a hand-raised chicken? The villagers only raise roosters and hens."
Cheng Qingyan froze for a moment, then burst into laughter.
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