Dressed as a villain's wife

Chapter 141 Death
October sixteenth.

The sky was dimly bright, Shen Miaomiao woke up suddenly, recalling the dream last night, she swallowed subconsciously.

Looking at the two sleeping soundly in the car, he was slightly relieved.

As long as Sister Nanzhi is still here.

After simply eating something, Shen Miaomiao wrapped her clothes and sat on the carriage beam, the weather is too cold now.

The mule only snorted, flicked its tail and continued to pull the cart forward.

Nan Zhi lay in the car and suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes had been covered with a layer of gray film at the moment, everything was foggy.

Finding the world in front of him like this, Nan Zhi was stunned for a while.

Today is the ninth day.

Thinking of her dream, her eyes that were not bright in the first place became even darker.

I am going to die today...

Sure enough, the plot can't be changed.

Then if I die in this book, will I return to the original world?

Thinking of this, Nanzhi suddenly became a little confused.

The self in this world is 20 years old, but the real self is only eighteen, so which world is the place where I really should exist?

Shen Wenchen rode for eight days, and now his eyes were bloodshot.

It would take at least two months to get from Lihua Village to Yancheng, and there were so many routes, he had no idea which route the two of them would take.

Thinking of the heart palpitations that day, he didn't dare to delay for a moment, for fear that it would lead to the tragedy of the previous life.

At the beginning, he would say that the woman was not Nan Nan, because Nan Nan was a bit dull and reticent. Although their husband and wife were considered loving, Nan Nan hadn't had much emotional ups and downs in the more than a year of marriage, so he rushed back in this life. Later, she found that her attitude towards herself was a bit wrong.

At first he was happy, but within two days he realized that something was wrong, because her actions were not like a wife complaining to her husband, but more like she was deliberately avoiding herself.

He hoped that Nannan could beat and scold him, but even though he hadn't seen his wife again for so many years, he still saw something wrong when he saw that woman again.

They are very different, yet very similar.

The woman said that she was not Nan Nan, and he was very disappointed. He thought that he could change everything by reliving his life.

The people in Lihua Village fled due to the drought. He found a spring on the mountain. It stands to reason that after half a year of drought, the spring can still produce water. It must not be difficult to feed a village.

But now they still started fleeing famine.

Is it really going to continue on the old path of the previous life?
Thinking, his hands tightened.

The dark circles under his eyes made him even more haggard.

He must hurry over.

He wanted to ask if she was Nan Nan.

Nan Nan taught her characters by herself. If that woman is really not Nan Nan, why are the handwriting so similar?
noon.

Nan Zhi had already started to have difficulty breathing.

Now she can't see at all and can only breathe heavily, trying to keep her lungs working.

This kind of action made her look like a fish that was about to die of thirst. She kept closing her mouth, which was a little scary.

Zhiyu was already panicked at this moment, although A Niang was uncomfortable before, she was only slightly panting, how could it be like this now?

As a last resort, she could only lift the curtain of the car and call Shen Miaomiao: "Auntie, Auntie is not feeling well!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Miaomiao hurriedly stopped the mule cart, turned over and entered the carriage.

Seeing Nan Zhi like this, she was taken aback, and asked tremblingly, "Nan, sister Nan Zhi, how are you doing?"

Nan Zhi panted heavily, and it took him a while to force himself to stop: "I, I'm fine."

No matter how sensible Zhiyu was, she was just a three-year-old to four-year-old doll, and now she was crying softly with her mouth puckered.

"Zhiyu, good boy, Ah, Niang is fine." Nanzhi wanted to raise the corners of his mouth and smile to comfort Zhiyu, but now he didn't even have the strength to pull the corners of his mouth.

This was the first time she felt the taste of dying.

She just felt a little light all over her body, as if she could float out of her body at any time, and dangle to an unknown place.

"Auntie wants to drink some water, Zhiyu, go and help Auntie, get it, okay, okay?"

Waiting for Nan Zhi to finish his sentence with difficulty, the little guy immediately nodded and went to get the bamboo tube.

Only then did Nan Zhi use up the last bit of strength to grab Shen Miaomiao's clothes.

"Miaomiao."

Shen Miaomiao was taken aback for a moment, then asked in a low voice stupidly, "Sister Nanzhi?"

"I'm leaving, Zhiyu, Zhiyu, I'll leave it to you. I still have some silver in my little bag, you take it, be sure, beg you, must, must, take care of him."

Shen Miaomiao's face turned pale, she bit her lower lip tightly, her voice was already crying, "Sister Nan Zhi, you will get better."

Nan Zhi shook his head: "I know, I can't make it through, tonight, I must go, first, find Shen Wenchen, he, yes, will help you..."

After saying this, Nan Zhi seemed to have fainted and was silent again.

As soon as Zhiyu dug out a bamboo tube and brought it over, he saw his mother closed her eyes again, looked at Shen Miaomiao and lowered her head again.

Is Aunt tired enough to fall asleep again?

The boy in white shuttled through the woods, making complaints secretly while moving quickly.

Why is this plot so annoying?

Obviously everything has changed, so why go on that track?

Thinking that this is the first time he will fail in taking over, he just feels like his nose is going to be crooked.

What is this all about?

No matter how fast he was, it was too late to catch up with Shen Miaomiao's love.

The sky is a warm red sunset, which looks extraordinarily gorgeous.

Nanzhi felt that he was now like a broken oil lamp whose oil had been burned dry, and it was time for the lamp to run out of oil.

It seems that she has no chance to see the moon and starry sky again.

what a pity.

Finally, when Nan Zhi stopped breathing, she still tried to look towards the sky, but unfortunately all she could see now was a blurry black.

Halfway through the setting sun, the warm red sunlight shines through the clouds, rendering a beautiful picture.

As if feeling something, Zhiyu raised her face blankly and looked at the sky outside the car window.

Nan Zhi in the car was silent, his body began to cool down gradually, and the trace of life on his face disappeared.

Shen Miaomiao couldn't bear it any longer, she sat on the car beam and cried bitterly.

Such a good sister Nanzhi.

Zhiyu let go of his aunt's hand, and slowly climbed off the mule cart, staring at the sky in a daze.

The boy in white was overjoyed when he saw the mule cart parked in front. Did he catch up?

But when he ran close, he saw Zhiyu who was looking up at the sky in a daze, and his heart skipped a beat.

Are you late?
Zhiyu heard his footsteps, and then turned to look at him.

Click, click.

Shen Zhiyu's tears fell to the ground in big ones, and the warm tears splashed a circle of fine dust on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the sky inexplicably began to drizzle.

The young boy choked up, not daring to look up at Zhiyu standing in front of him.

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