BE Crazy Demon Survival System

Xu Qichen's hunch is always correct.

He always felt that the time had come, he was going to leave, and he really left.

The body fell uncontrollably and rapidly again, and in the endless darkness, consciousness began to gather again.

There was a faint scream in the ear, and it was far and near.

who is it?

The voice became clearer and clearer.

"Brother Lin! Brother Lin!"

Suddenly awakened.

In front of me was a little girl in a gray-blue embroidered long dress, with pointed bangs on her forehead, and a long braid on the back of her head, her expression worried.

"Brother Lin, you finally woke up!"

Xu Qichen frowned slightly, his eyes rolled around, and only a square carved wooden bed could be seen. Slightly propped up and looked outside, only then could I see the antique decorations in the room. However, there are a few unexpected western-style oil paintings on the wall, which do not match the decoration style of the whole house.

He suddenly returned to his senses and looked down at his attire.

Wearing only a white shirt with floral buttons. After another glance, a navy blue quilted gown hung on the mahogany shelf beside the bed.

"Brother Lin, what are you stunned? Get up quickly, the wife is looking for you." The little girl looked very anxious, and hurriedly took the gown and handed it to him.

I felt a little uncomfortable. I took the gown and looked back. The bed was empty and there was no one else.

An indescribable sense of loss enveloped him.

Where did the little girl know Xu Qichen’s heartache, she just urged, although she hadn’t fully figured out the situation, after all, she really came to another world, and the task was always to be completed, so Xu Qichen had to put on her coat quickly. Sit on the edge of the bed and bend over to put on shoes.

I was still a little unwilling, so I could only silently ask, "0901, I have come to the third world, right?"

The long-lost 0901 replied, "Yes, Mr. Xu, you have come to the third world. The background of this world is Jiang Qu in the Republic of China. The role you need to play this time is Sun Lin."

Sun Lin is the protagonist of this Republic of China.

As soon as he stood up, Xu Qichen realized that something was wrong, and looked down at his right foot.

Two more steps.

The right foot is lame.

It really was Sun Lin.

"Brother Lin, you should wash up first, lest Mrs. blame later." The little girl brought a copper basin filled with half a basin of hot water, with a white cotton towel on top, and placed it on the bronze mirror shelf.

Xu Qichen responded and walked over. Although he was lame, he was not very lame. The difference between the left and right feet was less than one centimeter. However, for Xu Qichen who is used to walking normally, such a small distance Still caused a lot of difficulties.

He sighed inwardly, but he could only blame his own settings.

Sun Lin’s hometown was originally in a village. The old teacher in the village had a son and a daughter. His daughter was very beautiful. He often bought pen and ink utensils with his father who went to the city. Later, he stayed in the provincial paper mill to find a job. After more than two months, the girl went back to the country on her own, but her father forced her to ask, only to realize that she had sneaked back home pregnant.

The girl has a stubborn temper, and she doesn’t want to disclose half of the news about the child’s father. She can only hide in her hometown to raise a baby. Who knows that there are many fate, and it is extremely difficult when she becomes pregnant. She went to the provincial hospital to give birth to the child safely. , The child was finally born, but the mother died on the same day.

Just when the old man was about to take the child back to the country, he was stopped by the old housekeeper of the Song's Department Store. The building outside the building entertained the two men and said that Mrs. Song wanted to raise his grandson for him.

The pedantic old man who has studied the Four Books and Five Classics for a lifetime is naturally unwilling to raise this unknown grandson by himself. He just happened to come to the next home, and he is also a prominent family, so he gave it out at will, and Sun Lin entered Song. Home.

Recalling the plot and setting, Xu Qichen felt a little emboldened in his heart.

After washing my face, I raised my head and glanced at the face in the bronze mirror. The hair is neither long nor short, but it is scattered on the forehead. It looks only eighteen or nine years old, but the skin looks good, pure and gentle, obviously a hard-failed child, but he was born. The vice master looks like.

Xu Qichen wiped the water off his hands with a face towel, then followed the little girl out the door.

After less than half a step, Xu Qichen closed his collar and drew his hand back into his sleeve when he was caught in the cold wind and snow outside the house.

In front of the porch is a small atrium with a patio planted with a few red plums, and snowflakes slowly floated down from the patio and landed on the already white ground. There were several girls in the same dress as the little girl who walked in the corridor, and they should all be servants of the Song family.

"Brother Lin."

Xu Qichen was not accustomed to this name, and was stunned. Seeing the little girl stopped, he glanced at him, "Brother Lin, why don't you look so dumb? Could it be that you are also sick? Yesterday I should have stopped. You and Young Master, shouldn't have a snowball fight."

Snowball fight?

Xu Qichen grasped this information and carefully recalled the plot in the original text. There are indeed scenes of playing after the snow in the original text, so the plot that I have passed through now is the middle part of the original text.

In order to prevent the little girl from doubting, Xu Qichen finally spoke back.

"It is estimated that I had a bit of cold yesterday, and I feel very groggy today when I get up."

Sun Lin is a smart and quiet character in the article, which is convenient. It doesn't differ much from him, so you don't need to bother to act.

"Let me just say it." The little girl took a mouth and said no more.

In the novel, the ancestors of the Song family ran cloth houses at the end of the Qing Dynasty. The head of this generation, Song Mingkun, is a business-minded businessman. Following the trend of the times, he set up the first department store in Jiangqu. Often freighters, half of them belong to the Song character.

Although he is a businessman, he must be able to do such a big deal, and he must have contacts. Song Mingkun’s wife is the niece of the deputy mayor of Jiang Qu, a decent lady.

The two have been married for many years, and they can be regarded as affectionate, but this Mrs. Song has been married for more than ten years and gave birth to two daughters. In that era, this was the task of inheriting the family.

Song Mingkun's old lady looked impatient, so she quietly found his aunt's wife outside, but she didn't expect to give birth to a son, so she made up the wedding gracefully and married the second aunt into the Song family mansion.

How could the arrogant and arrogant Mrs. Song swallow this breath, so she visited famous doctors everywhere to restore her body, and in the second year after her aunt entered the house, she was pregnant with another child.

At that time, the wife was thirty or two, and she was considered an advanced woman at the time. Therefore, during this pregnancy period, the whole government circled her wife, and she didn’t even raise her hand when she ate, but the baby was too expensive. I took care of me, and I didn't make it to ten months. I rushed out in August.

Fortunately, Mrs. Song, who hoped for the stars and the moon, finally hoped for her son. It's just that this precious little young master is not enough in her womb. Several well-known doctors looked at it, and they all said they were afraid that they would die.

The frightened Mrs. Song ran out of tactics and had to ask someone to find a fortune teller. This calculation is terrible. The young master's fate is extremely weak and his life is short. There is only one way to avoid disasters and diseases, and that is to find a birthday character. The exact same boy was raised by the young master, to stop him.

It's a coincidence that the book is not made. This unlucky ghost who blocks the evil is Sun Lin who Xu Qichen will play.

The son of the wife of the main house, who is also the youngest master in the family, was really afraid of holding it in his hand and holding it in his mouth.

Sun Lin spent half of his life around this young master.

Walking through the wind and snow all the way, Xu Qichen found the Song family in his novels to become a concrete reality, feeling very novel in his heart.

The house of the Song family is not the same as other big gated households, just like this special era, Chinese and Western blending.

The back house where Xu Qichen was located was an antique deep house structure in the late Qing Dynasty, with a history of more than one hundred years. The front is different. Song Mingkun bought a new land, imitating the style of those houses in the concession, and built an atmospheric and beautiful garden house. The red brick **** roof and the three-story high-rise building are better than those in Linjiang. Even more grandiose, a pool was specially cut between the two houses before and after, which is quite a touch of ancient times.

Xu Qichen followed the little girl through the winding corridor, stepped out of the high door of the back house, and passed by the pond before entering the bungalow where his wife and young masters lived.

An old mother standing at the back door saw them and quickly opened the door, "Oh, I said Alin, you are finally here, hurry up with me."

Xu Qichen didn't speak either. He still didn't know the situation very well. He was afraid that he would cause trouble if he said too much, so he kept silent and just bowed his head and followed the old lady up together.

The little girl beside her spoke with caution, "Mother Zhang, is the young master still making trouble?"

"Don't mention it, my wife is going to die soon." Mama Zhang led them upstairs in a hurry. Xu Qichen was not used to wearing this long gown, and it was a bit difficult to walk because of the inconvenience of legs and feet.

"Brother Lin, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

Xu Qichen shook his head, "My legs... can't walk fast."

"Yes, yes, I forgot." Mother Zhang slowed down, but she went up to the second floor within a few steps and walked straight to the innermost point. Before reaching the door, she heard the voice of a middle-aged woman.

"Everyone said that he was a doctor, and he couldn't even cure a wind, cold and fever! Please come and just **** me off!"

This is probably Mrs. Song, Xu Qichen thought.

Upon reaching the door, Mother Zhang stepped back two steps and pushed Xu Qichen a bit, "A Lin, you can go in by yourself."

Xu Qichen was a little panicked, but now he has all the ducks put on the shelves, so he can't go in. Thinking this way, Xu Qichen bit his head and knocked on the door.

When the door opened, a little girl smiled when she saw Xu Qichen, and shouted back, "Mrs. Lin, here comes!"

How can it be as if he is a genius doctor.

"Call in, I've been waiting for a long time!"

Xu Qichen hurriedly followed the little girl in. I don’t know what kind of heating is used in this room. It is several times warmer than the one just now. The furnishings and displays inside are all western accents, marble floors, large carved ceiling lamps, Western-style floral sofa, phonograph, and piano are all western styles.

Xu Qichen walked into the room and saw four or five little girls slid open, carrying food, medicine bowls and washbasins, and going around an eight-open pear blossom wood and gold silk screen. Seeing a few stations, it is not sitting or not. Doctor, sitting next to the bed was a woman with a rich body and looking about fifty years old. When Xu Qichen came in, the anxious brows on her face stretched a lot, and she gently pushed the raised quilt on the bed. , I called Alin."

With that, Mrs. Song smiled and waved to Xu Qichen.

Xu Qichen walked over, wondering if it would be more polite to stand by the bed, but was suddenly dragged by Mrs. Song to sit by the bed.

There was a muffled voice from the quilt, "Are you here?"

Mrs. Song pushed Xu Qichen's arm, and Xu Qichen said, "Little Master, here I am."

A slender hand stretched out from the quilt and dragged it in the air for a long time. She didn't feel it. Mrs. Song looked anxious, pinched the hand and put it on Xu Qichen's arm, "Here it is."

The young master's hand went down his arm, fumbled to find Xu Qichen's hand, and grasped it.

"It's really cold." The voice was still muffled.

Mrs. Song stood up immediately, "Xiaoyue, go get a stove for Alin."

"My son, how do you feel now? Isn't it better?"

That hand held Xu Qichen's hand tightly, very hot and warm, warmer than the hand stove the girl handed over.

"It's better, it's better, you all go out." The person in the quilt seemed to roll over and the bed moved. "There are too many people, and I'm so dizzy."

Mrs. Song said okay again and again, and a little worried, she reached into the quilt and said, "I touched it, but it still burns."

"Stop burning, you all go out."

Mrs. Song retreated a little now, "You all go down and put the food on the table."

The young master who was stuffed in the quilt spoke again, "Mother, you also go out."

Mrs. Song sighed, patted Xu Qichen on the shoulder, and winked at him.

Xu Qichen didn't understand the meaning of these eyes, but just watched the people in the room go out one by one, so he also stood up and prepared to leave, but he was slammed by that hand, and one did not stand firmly. , Almost fell on the bed.

I'm so sick.

"I didn't let you out."

Xu Qichen sat back on the bed again, trying to remove the man’s hand, but couldn’t break it, so he had to hold his wrist like this. It was hot and hot, like a red-hot iron tongs. Yourself.

"Are they all gone?"

"Well, let's go."

After hearing Xu Qichen's answer, Song Family Young Master lifted the quilt up, revealing his face.

Xu Qichen glanced at it.

This is a very handsome face with sharp edges and corners. His black hair is sticking to his forehead because of sweat. I don't know if it's because of fever, his lips are red, and his ears are flushed red.

"I'm suffocating." He drilled upwards and leaned his head, which had been buried in the quilt for a long time, on the soft pillow of goose feathers. "I feel comfortable and not uncomfortable when you come." He coughed twice. Xu Qichen felt a little distressed subconsciously. Seeing a cup of tea placed on the carved wooden cabinet beside him, he reached out and handed it to him.

The young master took the tea and drank it, put the tea cup aside, "When my fever subsides, let's go play in the snow again."

A sick face, but a bright smile was shown at Xu Qichen.

The little tiger tooth is like a bright spot on the porcelain, which is very dazzling.

Xu Qichen's heart was shocked.

Seeing this smile was shocked.

I always feel that this person will call a long voice in the next second.

"0901, this is the target of the third world, Song Yuanyan, isn't it?"

0901 quickly replied: "Yes, Mr. Xu, your main task in this world is to change your death ending, and at the same time to complete your relationship with Song Yuanyan."

Just after separating from Mu Yao, another Song Yuanyan smiled and looked like him.

Xu Qichen's mood is extremely complicated.

I don't know whether it is happiness or worry.

"Why don't you stop talking?" Song Yuanyan stood up, and reached out with the other hand to touch Xu Qichen's forehead, Xu Qichen hid him, "It's okay, I'm just a little confused with cold."

"It's cold?" He coughed several times when he saw the wind, and when Xu Qichen said this, he lifted the quilt and pulled Xu Qichen's hand into the quilt.

Xu Qichen was a little surprised, "No need to do this, it's already warmed up when I enter the house."

The other party didn't care, and dragged him into the warm quilt, face to face, no more than two punches apart.

"You are weird today."

Xu Qichen was shocked, and quickly covered up with a smile, "No..."

Song Yuanyan looked into Xu Qichen's eyes, "We have slept together for so many years when we were young, why are you awkward now?"

He was still smiling, the little tiger teeth on his lips made Xu Qichen unable to calmly think.

"I...no, no awkwardness."

"That's good, is it warmer?"

Xu Qichen nodded blankly.

"I have a fever to warm your bed." Song Yuanyan wanted to make him laugh, but when he accidentally coughed up, he coughed, covering his mouth, and could not stop coughing.

Suddenly Xu Qichen felt a little at a loss, wondering if he should give him medicine, but the young master grabbed his hand around his back. He listened to him coughing and said intermittently: "Take my back for me."

The fingers stuck to his back felt a little stiff.

Xu Qichen couldn't say what it felt like in his heart.

Familiar and strange.

Gently touched his back, sticking to the white silk shirt, and felt his slightly protruding spine rubbing his palm.

His coughing finally stopped a little, his face flushed, and he leaned against Xu Qichen a little, his voice low.

"Those doctors all say that they are Hua Tuo alive, and they speak better than singing, but there are few Zhenger Eight Classics that can do it, and the medicine prescribed is terrible and useless." He seemed a little tired. , Closing his eyes, his eyelashes trembling lightly, suddenly, as if thinking of something, he reached under the pillow, took out a small paper bag, and opened it, revealing a few transparent small squares, he picked it up A small piece, fed to Xu Qichen's mouth.

"Do you eat it? I used it for bitterness when I drank the medicine just now, but it's sweet. It's American sugar cubes."

Seeing the look in his expectant eyes, Xu Qichen opened his mouth in a mysterious manner and ate the candy.

Song Yuanyan looked very contented and sighed, "It's all in vain to ask me to ask so many doctors to do it. My life is tied to your hands."

He turned his face and looked into Xu Qichen's eyes.

The sweetness of the sugar cubes gradually faded from the tip of the tongue.

"Only you can save me."