Chapter 141 Death
October sixteenth.
The sky was slightly bright, and Shen Miaomiao suddenly woke up. Thinking of her dream last night, she swallowed subconsciously.
Looking at the two people sleeping in the car again, he breathed a sigh of relief.
It's good that Sister Nanzhi is still here.
After simply eating something, Shen Miaomiao wrapped herself in clothes and sat on the carriage beam. The weather was too cold now.
The mule just snorted, flicked its tail and continued to pull the cart forward.
Nanzhi was lying in the car and suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were now covered with a layer of gray film, making everything he saw foggy.
Realizing that the world in front of her was like this, Nanzhi was stunned for a while.
Today is the ninth day.
Thinking of her dream, her already dull eyes became a little darker.
I am going to die today...
Sure enough, the plot cannot be changed.
So if you die in this book, will you return to the original world?
Thinking like this, Nanzhi suddenly felt a little confused.
I am twenty years old in this world, but I am only eighteen in reality. So which world is the place where I should really exist?
Shen Wenchen rode on horseback for eight days, and now his eyes were bloodshot.
It takes at least two months to get from Lihua Village to Yancheng, and there are many routes. He has no idea which route the two of them will take.
Thinking of his heart palpitations that day, he didn't dare to delay for a moment, for fear that it would lead to the tragedy of his previous life.
At the beginning, he would say that the woman was not Nan Nan because Nan Nan was a bit duller and taciturn. Although they were a loving couple, Nan Nan didn't have much emotional ups and downs in the more than a year after they got married, so he rushed back in this life. Later I discovered that there was something wrong with her attitude towards him.
He was happy at first, but within two days he realized something was wrong, because her actions didn't sound like a wife complaining to her husband, but more like she was deliberately avoiding herself.
He hoped Nannan would beat him up, but even though he hadn't seen his wife again for so many years, he still saw something was 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 reviving his life.
People in Lihua Village were fleeing from drought. He discovered a spring on the mountain. Logically speaking, the spring could still flow out water after the drought for more than half a year. It must not be difficult to feed a village.
But now they still started to escape.
Will we really continue on the same path of our lifetime?
Thinking about it, his hands tightened.
The dark circles under his eyes made him look even more haggard.
He must get there quickly.
He wanted to ask if she was Nan Nan.
Nan Nan's calligraphy was taught by herself. If that woman was really not Nan Nan, why were her handwriting so similar?
Noon.
Nanzhi had begun to have difficulty breathing.
Now she couldn't see at all and could only gasp for air, trying to keep her lungs working.
Such movements made her look like a fish that was about to die of thirst. She kept closing her mouth, which was a bit scary.
Zhiyu was panicking now. Even though Aniang was uncomfortable before, she was only slightly out of breath. How could she be like this now?
As a last resort, I could only open the car curtain and call Shen Miaomiao: "Auntie, grandma is not feeling well!"
After hearing this, Shen Miaomiao quickly stopped the mule carriage, turned over and got into the carriage.
Seeing Nanzhi like this, he was also startled. He only trembled and asked, "Nan, Sister Nanzhi, how are you?"
Nanzhi gasped for air, and it took a while before he forced himself to stop: "I, I'm fine."
No matter how sensible Zhiyu is, he is just a baby who is more than three years old and less than four years old. Now he is crying in a low voice with his mouth flat.
"Zhiyu, be good, ah, mommy is fine." Nanzhi wanted to raise the corners of her lips to smile in a comforting way, but at this moment she didn't even have the strength to move the corners of her lips.
This was the first time she felt like she was on the verge of death.
She just felt a little light all over her body, as if she could float out of her body at any time and wander to an unknown place.
"My mother-in-law wants to drink some water. Go to Zhiyu and help my mother-in-law get it, okay?"
Waiting for Nanzhi to finish his sentence, the little guy immediately nodded and went to get the bamboo tube.
Only then did Nanzhi use up her last bit of strength to grab Shen Miaomiao's clothes.
"Miaomiao."
Shen Miaomiao was stunned and asked in a low voice stupidly, "Sister Nanzhi?"
"I'm leaving, Zhiyu, Zhiyu, I'll leave it to you. I still have some money in my little bag, take it, beg me, I must, I must, take good care of him."
Shen Miaomiao's face turned pale, she bit her lower lip tightly, and her voice had a hint of crying: "Sister Nanzhi, you will get better."
Nanzhi shook his head: "I know that I can't survive tonight. I must go. First, find Shen Wenchen. He will help you..."
After saying this, Nanzhi seemed to have fainted and became silent again.
As soon as Zhiyu pulled out a bamboo tube and brought it over, he saw his mother-in-law closing her eyes again, looking at Shen Miaomiao and then lowering her head.
Is grandma so tired that she falls asleep again?
The boy in white clothes shuttled through the woods, moving quickly while secretly complaining.
Why is this plot so annoying?
It has obviously changed, so why should we continue on that trajectory?
Thinking that this was his first time taking over and he was going to fail, he felt like his nose was going to be crooked with anger.
What is all this about?
No matter how fast he was, it was already late when he could catch up with Shen Miaomiao's love.
There is a warm red sunset on the horizon, which looks particularly gorgeous.
Nanzhi felt that he was like a broken oil lamp that had been burned out of oil. It was time for the oil to run out and the lamp to dry up.
It seemed that she had no chance to see the moon and stars again.
what a pity.
When Nanzhi finally stopped breathing, she still looked hard towards the sky. Unfortunately, all she could see now was only a blur of black.
The sunset was halfway down, and the warm red sunlight shone through the clouds, rendering a beautiful picture.
Zhiyu seemed to feel something, and she raised her little face blankly and looked at the sky outside the car window.
There was no movement in Nanzhi in the car, her body began to gradually become colder, and the trace of living color on her face disappeared.
Shen Miaomiao couldn't bear it anymore and sat on the beam of the car and cried bitterly.
Such a good sister Nanzhi.
Zhiyu released her hold on her mother-in-law's hand, slowly climbed out of the mule cart, and just stared 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?
However, when he ran closer and saw Zhiyu, who was looking up at the sky in a daze, his heart skipped a beat.
Are you too late?
Zhiyu heard his footsteps and turned to look at him.
Bah, bah.
Shen Zhiyu's tears fell to the ground in large drops, and the warm tears splashed a circle of fine dust on the ground.
Immediately afterwards, a drizzle began to fall from the sky for no apparent reason.
The young boy choked and did not dare to raise his head to look at Zhiyu standing in front.
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