"Young Master should be fine. He was so frightened and hadn't eaten for several days. His body was naturally very weak. I asked Ah Hu to bring some tonics..."

It was the afternoon of the next day when I woke up again. The pile of inexplicable memories suddenly popped up in my mind, as well as the familiar and unfamiliar things in front of me, made Chen Bin, who repeatedly confirmed that he was not dreaming, but could not think of something that came, and did not dare to say anything in the face of everyone's concern for him.

If those incomplete and messy memories are correct, the whispered man is a gangster who cannot cure the disease and cannot cure people. Everyone calls him "Old Master"; the young man who packs up his equipment at the desk is Qian, wearing a suit and lace, and standing among a group of cloth and long gowns and silk cheongsams, he looks a little out of place.

In contrast, the middle-aged man who was talking to them was much clearer in his vague memory. His name was Chen Liang, the eldest housekeeper of Chen Mansion, and he has been called Uncle Liang since he was a child.

"It's fine if there's no big deal, it's fine if there's no big deal."

The young master was safe and sounded a little excited. While moving away from his body, he said in a slightly trembling voice: "The road is far away and the horsepower is seen, and the hearts of the people over time are unforgettable for both of you. The Chen family will never forget you."

The old master waved his hand and sighed with emotion: "I'll just say this. Mr. Jin (Mr. Chen) was very kind to Wang during his lifetime. Now that he has suffered such a disaster, how can we eat Chen's family food stand by and watch?"

"Yeah yeah."

Mr. Qian, who was wearing a suit and tie, was deeply touched. He looked like a soldier died for his confidant and said firmly: "Second, third, fourth, and the butler. Don't worry about the matter on the cabinet. With me and my husband here, there will definitely be no mistake."

"Then I will thank you for yours on behalf of the young master and the wife." Chen Liang bowed and bowed, then pointed to the living room and said, "The car is ready, so you two should go out through the back door."

"Zu'er, you finally woke up, but you scared my aunt! If you really have a few mistakes, how can you tell me to face the ancestors of the Chen family!"

As soon as the men left, the women flocked to them. A gust of fragrant wind blew, caught Chen Bin, who was half lying on the big bed, off guard.

"My little ancestor, you must not be in trouble! If you are hungry... come... take a few sips of lotus seeds and tremella soup."

He couldn't escape, and he didn't even have the chance to pretend to be dead. Chen Bin, who was exhausted, could only be at the mercy of these three women who had just experienced separation and death, lying in the arms of the third concubine who was still charming, drinking the lotus seed soup fed by the fourth concubine of the same age.

Uncle Liang, second aunt, third aunt, fourth aunt...

What happened and what was happening in front of me suddenly connected the incomplete memories in my mind. Chen Bin suddenly realized that she (they) were all his relatives! Of course, there was also a fourth aunt who was unclear, not so glorious, and even suspected of being **. If she was as subconsciously recognized, she was Chen Jizu. But then who was Chen Bin?

"It's messy, it's messy, everything is messy!"

His words made the second concubine who was wiping the corner of her mouth stunned, and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

The meticulous third concubine Li Xiangmei seemed to realize something. She looked at the white curtain in the hall and said choked: "Zu'er, you escaped from the disaster, but your father..."

The man in front of her was fainted by the bomb. I still don’t know that the old man has already returned to heaven! The second concubine realized the problem, and at the same time it aroused the pain of losing her close relatives in her heart. Her eyes turned dark and she suddenly fainted on the edge of the bed like a soul being pulled away.

"Second sister! Second sister!"

"Big butler...Big butler, the second wife fainted!"

The fourth concubine Wu Yuehong quickly threw down the bowl and the third concubine kept pinching her. The girl who was serving the side was so scared that she was helpless. She screamed, heart-wrenching crying, and the sound of pushing the door and moving the chair were heard. It was really messy now.

After a wave of recession, the butler Aliang was overwhelmed. He hurriedly asked the girl Azhu to help the two concubines send the second wife back to the room for rest, and then asked someone to invite the old master and Mr. Qian who had just sent him away. After a long time of trouble, he was relieved when he saw that the person was fine.

"Young Master, let me feed you."

Everything was settled, and Chen Liang came to Chen Bin's bed and did the unfinished work of the fourth concubine.

The most urgent thing is to figure out what's going on?

I only remember that I fell while taking the client to see the house, and when I woke up, I suddenly became another person. And this person seemed to be himself. Chen Bin was puzzled and hesitated and tentatively said: "Uncle Liang, my father is really..."

"Well," Chen Liang sighed lightly and said gritting his teeth: "I don't know which Tianshao threw a bomb into the car. The master reacted quickly and turned around and protected you in the broken place. Otherwise, you, Master...but he..."

It’s so pitiful to parents all over the world. This feeling of licking calf makes Chen Bin feel more like he is an outsider. Suddenly, he feels a strong sense of guilt, as if the "father" who is not even clear in his memory is as uncomfortable as being killed by himself.

If you don’t even have the minimum professional quality of observing words and expressions, then don’t work as a real estate agent. Chen Bin remained silent, thought for a while, and continued to ask: “Do you know who did it? Why did they kill us father and son?”

Chen Liang did not have suspicion when he was still the same person.

Because in his impression, the man in front of him has never done anything serious since he was a child!

He was eating, drinking, gambling, and smoking. In addition to killing and setting fires, he almost didn't stop any bad things he could think of. Even yesterday, when he sent the master to cremate at the Wanguo Funeral Home, he thought, if this little ancestor woke up, how long would the family business he earned would be ruined?

There is another thing that is even harder to say. When the master was alive, he dared to sneak into the fourth concubine's room. Now no one cares about it, so he might do something embarrassing! In fact, it is precisely because of this that he ran to the Dadong Telegraph Company every day, hoping that the old man in the company who was far away in Nanyang could come over to clean up the mess as soon as possible.

Although he was very dissatisfied with the young master who had grown up, but Mr. Chen was cautious in his duties as a servant, put down the bowl and spoon and replied: "There has been entrusted to the other side of the arresting room, but there is no news yet. As for why he was plotting against you, Master and Master,... it may be related to those women. After all, it was a lot of rumor outside that he said that the master fell into the water and became a traitor, and that he gave his compatriots and sisters to the Japanese to ravage him, and that he had more than a hundred actions. Now, even if we jumped into the Yellow River, we couldn't wash it clearly."

Damn it! Giving more than a hundred women to the Japanese is not a traitor, so why is it considered a traitor?

The city gate caught fire, causing fish to fall into the pond!

Chen Bin was completely stunned and wondered why he was so unlucky? If all this was not acting, those memories were true, and he really became Chen Jizu, who was both familiar and unfamiliar, then wouldn’t he be a veritable "little traitor"?

The problem was not very serious. Chen Bin calmed down and continued to ask as if nothing had happened: "What day is it today?"

“April 27th, the ninth day of the third lunar month.”

“Which year is that this year?”

It seems that he was really confused by the explosion. Butler Chen sighed secretly and replied: "The 28th year of the Republic of China."

Although I can't figure out whether I am Chen Bin or Chen Jizu now, there is still a fundamental difference between Chen Bin and Chen Jizu. Not to mention that their private life is not that bad, they are a hundred times stronger than Chen Jizu's ignorant in their studies. At least they have received systematic education from the Celestial Empire and graduated from a serious second-rate university.

The Republic of China was founded on New Year's Day in 1912, and 1912 is the first year of the Republic of China. So the years of the Republic of China are 1911 and the following years.

Oh my God, it's actually in 1939. When Chen Bin calculated, he immediately took a breath.

There are all time, place, characters, and fucking. Then secretly pinch your thighs, and the pain confirms that all this is true, and it is absolutely true.

God! This joke is too big, right? Whether it is rebirth or time travel, even if time goes back, I can't make me like this!

Not to mention becoming the traitor and the must-kill target of patriots. Even if you can survive this moment, you will be liquidated sooner or later. What's more, you will be quarreled when you hear the tone of Butler Chen, the anti-Japanese organization is having a good time outside. If this trend continues to develop, it is really as Uncle Benshan said, "I used to be talking about the world, but now I should be talking about the world."

No, no, can't sit still and wait for death.

Since I can sleep until the Republic of China, I should be able to sleep back to the 21st century! Thinking of this, Chen Bin suddenly threw down the sentence "Uncle Liang, I'm dizzy, I want to sleep for a while", then grabbed the quilt and covered my head and fell asleep.

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Chapter completed!