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The rain in the capital was pattering and lingering.

Gu Chen's eyes slowly opened.

What catches the eye is the bright and beautiful face of his beloved wife Zhao Honglin.

She was resting on her elbows, looking at him with wandering eyes.

"Linlin."

"Are you awake?"

With the laziness of waking up, Zhao Honglin teased his ears with her fingertips: "Last night, I dreamed about my whole life again. What about you? Did you dream about it too?"

Gu Chen propped himself up and looked into his wife's eyes filled with mountains and rivers.

The scene from last night's dream is still in my mind. It was a blue-tiled medical clinic suspended in the clouds and mist, and the fragrance of medicine filled the stone steps every day.

In that life, he and she guarded a small medical clinic passed down to them by their master.

People who heard about their reputation for magical rejuvenation would travel thousands of miles to seek medical treatment.

He diagnoses the pulse, she prescribes prescriptions, he mixes medicine, and she decoctions soup. Accompanied by shelves full of medicinal classics and medical books, they live a prosperous and healthy life.

Sometimes when encountering difficult and complicated diseases, the two of them would sit opposite each other under the lamp, flipping through yellowed medical books and studying until late at night.

In this way, we grow old together, the years are peaceful, and we live an peaceful and peaceful life again.

Gu Chen replied: "I dreamed that during the Tai'an period of the Dayin Dynasty... we actually opened a medical clinic and saved people from all over the world. Even people in the palace came to ask for our prescriptions."

Zhao Honglin made a "puff" sound with a refreshing tone in her mouth:

"Just do what you say, but I remember that when you first came under the master's hands, you were so clumsy that you couldn't distinguish any medicinal materials. You even knocked over the medicine cabinet twice. The master was so angry that he blew his beard and stared."

As she spoke, she leaned down and breathed Rulan into his ear: "But...it's cute to be stupid. Gu, master, brother."

When she called "Junior Brother Gu", she flicked his nose back and forth, her mouth was playful and sweet as honey.

Gu Chen's ears felt hot and he hugged her into his arms.

Gu Chen and Zhao Honglin.

They met at Qingjing University.

That year, they were freshmen in the same department and in different majors.

Just one day.

She came out of the teaching building with a stack of books in her arms. He rushed down the slope on his bicycle and almost ran into her.

The books were scattered on the floor, and she hurriedly knelt down to pick them up. He also hurriedly braked to help. Their hands touched the same "Heroes of the North" at the same time, and their fingertips touched together and they both retracted.

They raised their heads at the same time and looked at each other.

I just feel like, why does this person look so pleasing to the eye?

Could it be that it is a debt owed in a previous life that will take a lifetime to repay in this life?

In this way, the two of them added contact information to each other, went out together in public classes, watched movies together, ate ice cream together, read and studied together, and took postgraduate entrance examinations together.

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