The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor

Cui Ping'an was the only one who rarely spoke. Every time the topic fell on him, he would respond absentmindedly. His eyes that he thought were obscure would shuttle between Mo Yan and Xiao Ruiyuan from time to time, and his eyebrows would frown from time to time, as if he was encountering a difficult problem. Things.

Mo Yan and Xiao Ruiyuan's senses were so sharp that they could easily see Cui Ping'an's abnormality. However, one mistakenly thought that Cui Pingan was entangled in the relationship between her and Xiao Ruiyuan; the other thought that Cui Pingan had bad intentions and wanted to poach him. Even if Cui Pingan had a sweetheart, he could not dispel his wariness.

After dinner, while Xiao Ruiyuan was called to the study by Mo Qingze to talk, Cui Pingan found Mo Yan who was cutting watermelon. He originally wanted to ask something, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to say them.

Mo Yan neatly took out the red flesh and cut it into uniform small pieces, and inserted a few bamboo skewers on top. When eating, just use a bamboo skewer to insert a piece just enough for a mouthful. You don't have to worry about soiling your clothes and your hands will be filled with watermelon juice.

Seeing that Cui Ping'an still didn't speak after cutting the watermelon, Mo Yan became impatient and asked directly: "Do you have anything to say to me?"

"Yeah!" Cui Ping'an nodded honestly.

Seeing him like this, Mo Yan felt helpless and couldn't help but urge: "Ask what you want to ask quickly. After you finish asking, eat the watermelon, take a bath and go to bed. Tomorrow morning, you have to water the vegetable patch in the backyard." Woolen cloth!"

Hearing this, Cui Ping'an's face was tangled for a moment, but he finally plucked up the courage to speak, but what he asked shocked Mo Yan: "Miss Mo, do you believe that people have past lives and this life?"

Mo Yan concealed the surprise in her heart and stared at Cui Ping'an without missing any expression on his face: "If you believe in this kind of thing, you will have it, if you don't believe it, you will not. But I believe that people have reincarnation, and past lives and this life naturally exist." Isn't she the best example?

Cui Ping'an's eyes lit up and he said incoherently: "Mo, Miss Mo, you, you really believe it?"

Seeing Cui Ping'an's reaction, Mo Yan felt increasingly weird: "What on earth do you want to say?"

Cui Ping'an took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Seeing that there was no one else in the kitchen, he took a step forward and got closer to Mo Yan, and then whispered: "Miss Mo, there is something I want to tell you. Whether you believe it or not, you Don’t even tell others, can you do this?”

Looking at the nervous Cui Ping'an, Mo Yan raised her eyebrows: "You can choose not to say anything."

When Cui Ping'an heard this, he breathed a long sigh of relief: "Miss Mo, whether you believe what I'm going to say next, or not, I hope you listen to it as a story, maybe it itself is me Imaginary story.”

If it were anyone else, he would never tell the secret hidden in his heart, but for the person in front of him whom he had only known for two days, a voice in his heart told him that this person could be trusted, and that secret was already driving him crazy. !

He didn't know what happened and why he returned to the night when he first entered Beijing six years ago after his death. Not only has he become younger, his grandmother who loves him is still alive, the girl he likes has not died, and is waiting for him thousands of miles away in Yuancheng, and many things are even completely different from what he remembers.

For example, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who was supposed to have passed away a year ago, is still alive and well, and there are two new characters in his memory, Miss Mo and General Xiao, and even this year's new top scorer is not named Mo Qingze at all... ...In short, many things are completely inconsistent with my memory!

Worried about being regarded as a monster, he never dared to reveal the secret of rebirth to anyone, but deep down, he always hoped that there would be someone he could trust who could listen to him tell this absurd story and help him share the burden. This secret that weighs heavily on my heart.