After the sudden death of modern programmer Lin Wan, she opened her eyes and became an eight-year-old farm girl Shen Qinghe.
The scar from falling into the water remained on his forehead, and a half-broken Huawei phone with a broken screen was hidden under his pillow.
Kneeling next door was Gu Yanchu, the culprit who would win the top three prizes in the future. At this moment, he was holding an osmanthus cake with bloody hands: "Qinghe, can I recite the "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" to you?"
Later, the wine she brewed made the guests from Chang'an drunk, the salt she made alarmed the Minister of Household Affairs, and her abacus was louder than the account books of Yushitai.
And he carried the Bingdi lotus handkerchief she had embroidered, hid the code of the beacon fire show on the princes in the policy, and threw the champion scroll in front of the princess who was forced to marry him.
Intention: I will refine modern civilization into armor to protect you.