Born Back To Qinghe Farm House
CHAPTER 1 (QINGHE)

In a traffic-heavy metropolitan city, even if there is no light in the sky, it will not be able to achieve the tranquility of a night as black as ink.Colorful neon lights, like shining ribbons, will not be able to achieve the calmness of a night as black as ink, illuminate the corners of metropolitan cities .

In the high-rise building in the city center, on the 17th floor, Hua Qinghe still turned on the lights and embroidered. It's been time off duty, but she still can't go home because she loves work so much?

Wrong, because he's just an assistant.

Back then, Hua Qinghe had the honor of being hired as an assistant to a fashion designer after defeating dozens or even hundreds of opponents, so no matter how difficult it was, she had to endure it proudly.

Sister Yin, the designer, came home very early today, and gave herself a gift box and a three-party handkerchief. He asked himself to keep the gift box and give it to him tomorrow, and he could only go home after finishing the embroidery from the handkerchief.

After sitting for a long time, her entire body became stiff, Hua Qinghe put a handkerchief in her hands, got up and stretched her body, took a ceramic cup on the table, and went to the tea room to pour water.

Hua Qinghe was holding a cup and was sitting at a table by the window in the tea room, tilting her head, looking down at the street below as if it was daytime, listening to the long sound of the car, chatting and laughing, he said, Hua Qinghe involuntarily frowned. Frowning, he had always disliked such a noisy environment, but in order to survive, he left the countryside and came to the metropolis to work on his own.

Alone ...

Hua Qinghe sighed, she was 5 years old, ever since she remembered, she was in various kin houses because she had no home and no parents.

But Hua Qinghe never complained, because she knew that her father was a firefighter, and her father died to save others. Even though he was born ordinary, he died noble. Even though her family was scattered, she was protecting more families of happy people, Hua Qinghe was proud of her.

Mother, Hua Qinghe had never seen her before, because she gave her own life to give her own life.Hua Qinghe still remembers sitting in her father's arms when she was a child, she said, and she hugged herself and told me about her mother and her back then Hua Qinghe recalled the gentle smile on her mouth her entire life, well, over twenty years.

There was also a sentence that touched my heart, "Qing He, your mother loves you so much, so does your father. In the future, your father will love you like your mother." Although she reneged on her promise, Hua Qinghe did not blame her She

they were the softest existence in Hua Qinghe's heart.

After that, Hua Qinghe started living under the fence.Almost all of her father's brothers and sisters as well as her mother's brothers and sisters lived there for quite some time, so Hua Qinghe was wiser, so Hua Qinghe was more thoughtful, more quiet, and more diligent than his friends.

No Hua Qinghe could do all kinds of household chores at home. If you work harder at someone else's home, you won't suffer too much from stares and dislikes.

As for that relative, Hua Qinghe never complained. They left behind all the sizable condolence money sent by the firemen after his father died, and none of his relatives had ever spoken to him, they were not obliged to educate themselves, but they still added a pair of bowls and chopsticks to themselves, lest they starve to death, and educate themselves when they are old. Fortunately, because their father, tuition and other miscellaneous expenses are all free. In the village where relatives live nearby, no matter which family they live in, they all attend the same school.

After she became an adult, Hua Qinghe started a work study program, her school was far away, and she almost never returned, she used her winter and summer vacations to work.

After graduating, before she decided to leave her hometown to work in the big city, Hua Qinghe divided the money she had earned over the years into eight pieces and gave it to the eight relatives who cared for her. When she left, they all came to give it to her, laughing I wanted to let myself work hard, and getting married if I found a good one, she said, but nothing kept me coming back and looking around when I was free.

Hua Qinghe left with a smile, but when she was in the car, she felt a little sad in her heart. He doesn't seem to be very liked. After so many years, Hua Qinghe initially approached her relatives with a smile, but they were all That indifferent, and then I realized that they did not want to get too involved with me, she said, and then there's always a relationship so close.

Hua Qinghe knew that they were kind to her orphaned girl, and her father was responsible for most of it. She was a hero, and if the widow of a hero was bullied, it would cause bad influence, so she had really been protecting him. That's mydad.

"Ah-" Hua Qinghe shouted for a while, a hot hand on the cup splashed onto her face, followed by a feeling of weightlessness, her entire body falling down, and she was pushed out the window, but how could it be? it was clear that there was only one person in the entire company, and who would push him.

Hua Qinghe narrowed her eyes and looked at the window, but of course she could not see anything.

She was about to die, Hua Qinghe knew about it, and a few seconds later, a loud "explosion-" sounded, Hua Qinghe felt her internal organs break apart, and her mouth smelled sweet and fishy.

"Ah-" The crowd around screamed. Hua Qinghe lay on her back and looked at the dazzling neon lights. He doesn't know what it's like. What flashed through his mind at this moment was the appearance of his handsome father, and the Beauty in the black-and-white photos that he often showed himself, his own mother, could go and see them.

Slowly, there were heads moving one by one, they were getting closer, their sight getting blurred to dark.

After an unknown time, "Hmm-" Hua Qinghe groaned.

Pain, severe headache, very, very sick.

Hua Qinghe wondered if someone had hit her head with a hammer, otherwise, why it was so painful, and her body was uncomfortable, her entire body felt cold.

Painful...

chilling...

Hua Qinghe smiled, so she did not die, she still had feelings, falling from such a high place and still not dying, it seemed like mother and father wanted to keep her alive.

Hua Qinghe's heart was slightly warm, and the pain as well as the cold had only kept her awake for a few seconds, she couldn't even open her eyelids, and fell into a deep sleep again.

"Squeaking-"

Hua Qinghe did not know when she was asleep, someone opened the door and entered, looked at her sleeping soundly, touched her forehead lovingly, heaved a sigh of relief, then walked out.

"Master, Qinghe's fever has subsided, and I smiled at the corner of my mouth, I must be dreaming." "

Good, good."

...

When Hua Qinghe woke up again, her head was still aching It was strong, but it could still be held back, and my body was much more relaxed, but it was sticky and tight, meaning I was sweating.