The rain stopped in Yunmengze.

It's this time in the evening again.

At first, the Degong Gate was in a hurry because of someone's sudden coma. Not long after, the rain in the sky gradually became smaller without warning.

It seems that just like a certain young county magistrate who passed out, he is also tired of the rain.

It got smaller and smaller, and finally stopped slowly in the evening.

No more raindrops fell.

The dense black clouds pressing down on Yun Mengze's head like a Tianmen city tower were suddenly broken open.

A beam of sunlight as bright as gold penetrated the thick fog above the water.

Before everyone who was stunned could react, bunches of golden sunset entered the bag like a cone,

The black clouds at the top of the sky were punctured everywhere.

Finally, what suddenly appeared in front of everyone was the same flaming cloud as that evening.

But this time, no one was lucky or lingering.

…

Ouyang Rong had many dreams intermittently.

After waking up, I closed my eyes and felt the soft and dry warmth of the quilt on my body. After walking for a while, I forgot about it.

Those dreams were blurry.

There are only some uncomfortable feelings remaining in my heart, which makes me a little scared.

It must be a cold... Ouyang Rong said to himself as he closed his eyes and exhaled weakly.

That is, when Ye Weilai warmed him with ginger soup, she mentioned that his frail constitution was susceptible to wind and cold.

Of course, maybe the cold in this life is different from the cold in the previous life.

But they are all equally uncomfortable.

Ouyang Rong doesn't know if other people have had it, but since he was a child, he has been suffering from this disease throughout his life, and it is easy for him to have obsessive-compulsive disorder dreams.

These dreams came one after another, just like he was on a smooth car, but the ground under the wheels was stumbling, and the route he took was not designed by normal people. It was bumpy and disgusting all the way, sliding towards an abyss that he vaguely predicted.

, unable to turn...

Lying on the bed, he still felt very uncomfortable thinking about it now.

Apart from that, I am just tired, not only physically but mentally as well.

Ouyang Rong stretched, moved his muscles, and prepared to stand up.

Halfway through, he suddenly remembered that in addition to the obsessive-compulsive dream just now, he also had many childhood dreams.

It includes not only the childhood in the previous life, but also the childhood in this life, like a dream in person.

Ouyang Rong became more and more certain of a fact that he didn't know whether to be happy or worried about.

This world seems to be indeed his life.

In other words, he came to a place similar to parallel time and space.

Well, parallel time and space seems a bit typical.

But how else to explain these feelings of similarity, proximity, and familiarity...

Ouyang Lianghan in this life may have died after drowning; or he may not have died, but just merged with his soul; or he in the previous life actually came when he was born in this life, and his memory was sealed until he was unsealed after drowning, so that

A night in the underground palace awakened a confused and homeless soul.

But thinking about it this way, Ouyang Rong's mind became a little heavy.

Doesn't it mean that the relatives and friends in this life can be regarded as his fetters, and he cannot get rid of them.

I just don’t know what the situation will be like after redeeming the 10,000 merits and blessings from the Pure Earth Palace that I regarded as the hope of returning home at the beginning of my awakening.

If he can go back, his soul will return and Ouyang Lianghan will disappear in this life.

Still like a lotus, another petal was born. With the same memory and consciousness, he was like a fork in the road, giving birth to a world with two endings. One went back successfully, and the other did not go back, or faced other endings.

Then these two identical people don't know the existence of the other...

Good guys, matryoshka dolls, right?

Ouyang Rong couldn't help but fell into deep thought, and then realized that he was trapped in a vicious circle of mental internal friction. He quickly pulled away, raised his blistered and white-skinned palms, and patted his hot face with twitching mouth corners.

"Whatever, the rainy season is over, the water treatment has been completed, it's midsummer, and then comes the dry season in autumn and winter... we can finally pack up and go home..."

On the bed in the house, Ouyang Rong propped himself up with his palms, looked at the furnishings in the house, and murmured and nodded.

"Tanlang, you wake up!"

It seemed that through the half-opened window of the main room, I noticed the movement of the bedridden young man getting up in the house.

In the yard, Ye Weilai, who was spreading herbs to dry in the sun, was very happy. Her round face was full of surprise. She wiped her apron with her hands stained with the crumbs of the herbs and ran into the house.

Ouyang Rong nodded but did not answer. He turned to look at the window sill next to the sleeping couch. There was a pot of orchids blooming in various colors under the golden sunshine.

It makes people breathe a little softer, for fear of disturbing it.

This is very similar to the Clivia that my junior sister raised in the courtyard of Yilanxuan in the Su Mansion.

He was somewhat impressed.

It seems to be afternoon.

Ouyang Rong glanced across the room, then looked down at his slender body propped up by himself.

There were some things that he didn't even need to ask the white-haired maid who covered her chest with her hands and ran over in relief. He had already figured out some things through clues.

The heavy rain and rising water in Yunmengze should have stopped, and the Dickong Gate should not have collapsed after he passed out.

Otherwise, he would not have woken up in the main house of his family's Meilin courtyard now, and would have been moved to the mountains long ago to avoid the flooded county town.

The broken and white blisters on his body have not yet healed, which proves that he has not been unconscious for long.

In addition, the disease should be almost recovered. At this moment, Ouyang Rong was in the room and saw that after the junior sister was whipped last time, he gave her the medicinal materials and treatment methods to treat the fever and cold.

Ye Weilai was smart enough to use it directly.

And on the new quilt beneath me, there is also the familiar fragrance of the white-haired maid's delicate body and waist-length silver hair.

It seemed that he had been staying in front of his bed day and night.

"Tan Lang, you are still feeling unwell. Please call the medical doctor invited from the state..."

Ye Weilai was like a nimble little squirrel that had just come out of hibernation and came out of its nest in a daze. Her little white-haired head came close to Ouyang Rong's body, which was only wearing a double-breasted blouse. She held his hand and looked around.

"Tanlang, are you thirsty? I'll give you a glass of water..."

The girl with dark bags under her eyes seemed to have a lot to say, chattering non-stop. Before Ouyang Rong could ask, she knelt down in front of the couch and raised her little face, her gray-blue eyes flashing across the sky.

Ouyang Rong's lips brought the topic to this topic.

In front of the bed, Ye Weila turned back with a smile on her face, wiped the reddish corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, and jumped up and down to go to the table to pour tea for Ouyang Rong.

"Um, I..."

Ouyang Rong touched his dry lips, and no matter how hard his heart was under his chest, he couldn't help but feel a little tenderness when he saw this busy little body.

"Weila, thank you for your hard work." Ouyang Rong couldn't help but smile bitterly: "It's because I don't have a long memory, and I still try to hold on even though I'm ill. I soak in water to show off, which makes you and everyone else worry..."

"Tanlang!"

The girl who seemed to be laughing and preparing to pour tea suddenly turned around halfway and threw herself into Ouyang Rong's arms like a baby bird returning to its nest. Tears filled her blue eyes and she couldn't help shouting.

"Ahem...why are you crying? Am I okay?"

Ouyang Rong coughed twice, raised his arms, paused, then lowered them and patted the soft and boneless shoulders of the white-haired maid in his arms, and said helplessly:

"Um, wipe it down with clean water and don't let any snot get on me."

"Puch... I don't have any tears. It's just that my eyes are stained by the smell of the herbs on my hands, which makes them tear-inducing. I don't have any runny nose. It's not dirty..."

Ye Weilai squirmed in her arms, fearing that the man in front of her would dislike her, she raised her little face with a serious expression and explained in a crisp voice.

As a result, Ouyang Rong nodded and said, "Did you suck back the mucus from your nose?"

"..." Ye Weilai.

The master and servant chatted softly for a while, and Ouyang Rong asked some questions about Di Gongzha, Yun Mengze, and many things that had happened in the county during the past few days when he was in coma.

Sure enough, it was exactly the same as what he had analyzed and determined before.

The heavy rain and rising water in Yunmengze stopped less than half a day after he fell into coma.

The Dickong Gate has not collapsed, but it is full of cracks and is in urgent need of repair.

These days, Ouyang Rong is in coma, and the county government is presided over by Diao Xiancheng and Yan Liulang, the acting county captain.

The people of Longcheng who were originally evacuated to refuge camps such as Dagushan returned to the county and villages in groups after confirming that the floods receded.

After accumulating experience in organizing the Dagushan evacuation camp, everyone in the county government handled the matter of returning home from the mountain in a relatively orderly manner.
To be continued...