Fragrance Returned

Xunxiang wondered why he came here. More than ten years after her death, her house must have changed hands.

While thinking, she involuntarily walked through the small window.

The small bedroom is less than ten square meters, with a blue and gray quilt cover, black and white paintings hanging on the wall, and a few books and companions randomly placed on the bay window...

There was no difference from before she died.

She floated to the living room again, and there was a man sitting on the small sofa, who turned out to be her half-brother Fan Chao.

Fan Chao smoked a cigarette thoughtfully.

Fan Chao's appearance has not changed from the one he saw before her death...

Xun Xiang understood somewhat clearly that this space had not passed for more than ten years, but only one or two years, or even a few months.

This house was awarded to my mother in my previous life.

Not long after, the doorbell rang, and Fan Chao stood up and opened the door.

My mother from the previous life walked in, frowned and said, "Chaochao, why are you here again?"

Fan Chao turned around and sat on the sofa and said lazily, "I missed my sister, so I came here."

His mother in the previous life sat next to him, "Xiangxiang has been dead for more than a year, why are you still like this?"

Fan Chao put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

"Because my conscience hurts. You are also my sister's biological mother. If you and her father had sent her to the hospital earlier, she would not have died... My sister is really, why didn't she call me."

He shook his head and laughed at himself, "I'm not a good person either. I didn't care about my sister when she was alive. It was only after she died that I suddenly felt that I still had a biological sister from the same mother.

"She lived here alone, and finally died alone. I never cared about her..."

Mom's voice choked up, "Mom didn't expect this. I didn't go to deliver Xiangxiang because I was afraid of being infected and then infecting you and your dad...

"Chaochao, my mother listened to your words and kept this house as a souvenir, but your sister's savings and car were divided by those shameless people. Others say this house is a haunted house. You are not afraid to live here at night. ?”

"The nurse said, my sister didn't die in this room, why did you say it so harshly..."

The voice became smaller and smaller, and Xunxiang "floated" away unconsciously.

After reviving his life, Xun Xiang had already let go of everything in his previous life. After watching that "drama", Xunxiang didn't feel any hatred toward other people. On the contrary, she had a slight affection for that younger brother.

What an unexpected gain. I didn't expect that besides her grandma, there was also a relative who cared about her in her previous life.

It turns out that time in that space is out of sync with that in this space. A year here should be a month there.

This dream made her very tired, and she soon fell into endless darkness.

I don't know how long it took, but Xunxiang "awoke" again and appeared in a simple hut.

Sitting inside were Mrs. Dong and Han Qi.

Han Qi is tall and dark, with wrinkles on his face like knife carvings. His aura looks stronger than the elegant Dong Yihe, and he looks more aged than the last time he saw him.

Mrs. Dong's face looked much better than before she left, and she was wearing plain clothes.

The mother and son were holding hands and talking, and there were two family photos painted by Xun Xiang on the table.

Han Qi said, "The boat is ready. Mom will leave for Sabah tomorrow. The two children miss their grandma very much..."

Mrs. Dong said, "I also miss my grandson and daughter-in-law. Alas, I feel uncomfortable thinking that I will never see Ping'er, Youcheng, Xiangxiang, and Hongmian again..."

Han Qidao, "I miss them too. It's still a long time. After we finish what we have to do, we come here, and they come too, and we can reunite again. If we can't wait for that day, let our descendants come, and there will always be a reunion." day……"

Xunxiang fell into darkness again.

After an unknown amount of time, the darkness was driven away by a bright light.

Xunxiang was in a stone puddle.

The sun was so bright here that she was a little uncomfortable with it. She blinked her eyes and saw clearly that there were large rocks everywhere. The apple blossoms on the trees were in full bloom. There was a dead tree next to it with huge branches entwining the crown. There were more than a dozen black vines growing on the large rocks on the other side...

There were howls of wild beasts in the distance and the chirping of various birds.

This is Feifei's home.

Suddenly, a little bird flew out of the apple blossom, flew to the dead tree, and stood in Feifei's nest.

The seven-color feathers of the bird are so beautiful.

Some look like parrots, and some look like kingfishers.

It chirped and sang a cheerful song.

At this time, a branch of the dead tree swayed like a gust of wind. A slender purple snake quickly climbed up the dead tree and then crawled towards the bird.

Xunxiang's heart was clenching and she wanted to shout "Run" but she couldn't.

The purple snake crawled to the bird and spat out snake letters at it.

Not only was the little bird not afraid of it, it even pecked the snake's head with its small beak.

An incredible scene happened, a snake and a bird started playing. The little bird jumped ahead and ran forward, then flew down the tree, escaping on rocks, honey balsam, in gaps, and in puddles full of rocks, with the little snake chasing after it happily...

Xunxiang remembered that this snake was a purple turtle dragon, a spiritual creature.

Xunxiang felt very sorry. When she flew back in winter, the Purple Turtle Dragon could not come out. But when it came out, Feifei was not there, so he could only play with this little bird.

Let Feifei go back and stay for a while in the summer...

Seeing them playing happily made Xunxiang happy, as if she was a child again.

The bird spread its wings and flew to the rock wall behind the apple tree. There was a green plant in the narrow rock gap, which looked particularly familiar. Xunxiang had seen it there twice before, and she dug it out both times.

Yes, it’s the leaves on ginseng.

Not long after, the Purple Turtle Dragon climbed up along the rock.

The little bird chirped again and jumped to the other side, and the purple turtle dragon chased after it...

Xunxiang was watching happily when a "coo" sound came, and then a big bird landed in front of the purple turtle dragon.

It’s Feifei!

The Purple Turtle Dragon was so happy that the front half of his body stood up and immediately hung up on Feifei. Feifei took it up into the sky, with the bird following behind.

Two birds and one snake had a great time.

Suddenly, a huge force pulled Xun Xiang away again.

She seemed to be sinking into an endless abyss.

I don’t know how long it took, but there were faint sounds of crying and a voice calling "Xiangxiang" in my ears. Grandpa cried the loudest.

The voice became clearer and clearer, and Xunxiang wanted to agree and open her eyes.

But I couldn't speak or open my eyes.

But her consciousness is clear, she cannot die, she has so many relatives who love and love her in this life...

On the morning of the fourth day, Xun Xiang still hadn't woken up. In the morning, the emperor and queen could no longer sit still, so they left the palace incognito and came to the Dongyang Princess Mansion to see her.

Qiu Wangzhi first took people to Dongyang Princess Mansion for inspection.

At the beginning of Sishi, the emperor and empress set out.

Among the several personal guards protecting them were Sun Yumu.

Hearing that Xunxiang was unconscious, Sun Yumu was also extremely anxious. Not only did he allow his mother to visit, he also went to the princess mansion every day after work. He could not enter the inner courtyard, so he had to be strictly ordered to receive him in the outer courtyard.

Qiu Wangzhi also went to Dongyang Princess Mansion every day. He could not see Xun Xiang and could only listen to Yan Jiali's introduction to his condition.

It's just a few words each time, and the princess hasn't woken up yet.