Rebirth of the dumb husband and wife

Chapter 1 Rebirth

Youying twenty-two years, early spring, snow.

An old wagon was speeding along the mountain road, and the wagon was tattered as if it would be blown down by the cold wind in the next second.

A rapid coughing sound came from inside the carriage, Yan Cheng leaned weakly against the inner wall of the carriage, his face gray and blue and his lips white.

No one could have imagined that the owner of the largest cloth village in Kyoto would be kicked out of the house by his own younger brother and sent to the border town overnight.

And his beautiful and delicate concubines, one by one, stood behind his own younger brother, as if it had nothing to do with him. In the end, the one who chose to stay by his side turned out to be his wife, whom he had despised for 20 years.

Song Jinshu kept coughing, the two slender eyebrows were gently wrinkled together, the eyelashes drooped slightly, and the slender and curled eyelashes were a shadow under the eyes, and the cinnabar mole between the eyebrows had been worn away by the years. Negative the brilliance of the past.

I saw that he took out an oil paper bag from his arms, and a scent wafted out from it.

The carriage jolted violently, and Song Jinshu's body also swayed from side to side as if he would be thrown out in the next second. Yan Cheng had no choice but to reach out and take the person into his arms, watching him take apart the oil-paper package to reveal the half roast chicken inside.

Not expecting that Yan Cheng would hug him into his arms, Song Jinshu looked up at him with some fear and some surprise.

This is half a chicken that he secretly picked up from the leftovers in the kitchen while the third brother was not paying attention. He and the master have not eaten for a day. He handed the chicken in his hand to Yan Cheng's mouth, his dark pupils were hidden behind a misty water light, and he carefully courted Yan Cheng.

"You can eat with me." Yan Cheng took the roast chicken, tore off the only chicken leg, and brought it to Song Jinshu's mouth.

Song Jinshu looked up at him flattered, but shook his head and rejected Yan Cheng's kindness.

His complexion was even uglier than Yan Cheng's, his cheeks were deeply sunken, and now it was even more blue-grey, but even so, he could still see how handsome he was back then.

The wheel of the carriage hit a stone on the side of the road, and it jolted violently. Song Jinshu's back slammed into the hard inner wall of the carriage, and a hint of redness overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

His time was running out, Song Jinshu leaned against Yan Cheng's arms in awe of the cold, his eyelids were gently closed to cover those seductive eyes.

Yan Cheng's temperature was transmitted to him through skin-to-skin contact, and Song Jinshu smiled in a trance, not expecting that he would be the one who could accompany the master in the end.

After Yan Cheng finished eating the half chicken, he realized that the person in his arms hadn't moved. He looked down and saw the blood spilling from the corner of Song Jinshu's mouth. He panicked and probed for his breath, only to find that he had already died and his body was gradually freezing.

Huge grief swept over, tears of remorse welled up in Yan Cheng's cloudy eyes, he grabbed Song Jinshu's hand and put it on his mouth and kissed it thinly.

Those cracked hands were ugly, and they didn't look like the hands of a beloved husband and wife in a big family. There was also an old red rope tied around his wrist. It was a red rope that Yan Cheng casually threw to Song Jinshu on his birthday, but he never thought that he would wear it as a baby for more than 20 years. .

Tears poured out of his eyes uncontrollably, Yan Cheng trembled as he hugged the already cold body in his arms, and the corners of his mouth kept rubbing against Song Jinshu's cold temples.

Song Jinshu had longed for a kiss all his life, and finally got it from her husband after he died.

The carriage suddenly rolled over, and Yan Cheng hugged Song Jinshu and slammed it onto the wooden floor inside the carriage. He suddenly realized that it was fake to send him to the border town. His own younger brother clearly wanted his life!

The carriage turned over from the cliff, Yan Cheng hugged Song Jinshu in his arms tightly, and closed his eyes lifelessly.

His body was smashed onto a sharp rock, and the pain immediately swept through. Yan Cheng protected Song Jinshu in his arms from hurting him a little.

As his consciousness gradually dissipated, the memories of this life played out in front of his eyes like a revolving beacon.

He saw that Song Jinshu was kicked to the ground by him, and blood flowed from his legs. It was the first child they almost lost. Since then, Song Jinshu has suffered from a disease that cannot be cured...

He saw Bitter Winter and Fierce Moon Song Jinshu was chased by him to the side room, wrapped in a thin quilt, so cold that he couldn't sleep...

He saw Song Jinshu kneeling in front of him with tears on his face, begging him not to give the child he had worked so hard to give to him. His concubine became a stepson...

"Jin Shu, if there is a next life, I will definitely love you so much that I won't let you suffer again." A

silver-purple lightning flashed in the sky, landed in the middle of the cliff, and finally dissipated in the air.

The cicadas were chattering in his ears, and Yan Cheng rolled over impatiently and put the quilt over his head. Just halfway through the action, he suddenly turned over and sat up from the bed.

The maid next to him who was about to wake him up was startled and almost knocked over the washbasin with water in her hand.

"Why are you so surprised?"

After speaking, he soaked the towel in the water, wrung it dry, and put it into Yan Cheng's hand. Seeing him stunned on the bed, he thought it was a nightmare.

Just as he was about to call the doctor, Yan Cheng grabbed the hem of his clothes from behind, and after staggering, he was able to stand firm.

"What did you call me? What time is it now?" The

maid gave the naughty young master a coquettish look, and answered Yan Cheng's confusion with a puzzled face: "It's been three years since Youying, the young master is sleeping stupidly."

Is he... reborn? !

Huge joy rushed to his brain, and Yan Cheng pulled the maid's wrist in surprise, "Song... Where is Jin Shu?"

He couldn't control his strength for a while, and immediately there was a circle of blue and purple marks on the maid's wrist.

He seldom showed this appearance in front of the servants. The maid was frightened by him like this, and she replied nonchalantly: "The young master is in the kitchen and will make glutinous rice dumplings for you."