Zhao Yuner woke up and rubbed her painful forehead. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a strange environment.
She was lying on a tattered straw-padded bed, covered with a thin quilt that had a musty smell. Surrounded by dilapidated walls, the walls were covered with dust. There was nothing else in the room except a table with half a leg missing and padded with bricks.
Zhao Yun'er's eyes rolled, trying to support her body to get up.
What the hell is this place
She was a policeman. She ran into a thief on the road and chased him. Then she was accidentally hit by a car. She woke up again and ended up here...
"Mom, are you awake? Does your head still hurt?" At this time, a baby boy walked in outside the house. He was a boy of three or four years old. His voice was soft and waxy, which immediately made Zhao Yun'er feel her heart soften.
It's just that this milk baby is thin, with a sallow face, and a pair of big eyes that seem to be sunken. It seems that it is caused by long-term malnutrition. The clothes on his body were also a little worn and ill-fitting, as if they were made from adult clothes. Is there anyone in this modern age who is so poor, leaving their children like this
Zhao Yun'er was stunned, unable to recover for a while.
Mother? Is the child calling her
"Mom, why are you ignoring Doudou?" Naiwa was a little scared when she saw Zhao Yun'er not speaking.
"Forehead… "
Zhao Yun'er rubbed her forehead and asked uncertainly, "Your name is Doudou? I am your mother?"
After Zhao Yun'er said these words, the baby's dark eyes were filled with mist, and she looked at Zhao Yun'er pitifully.
"Mother, don't you recognize Doudou?"
Zhao Yun'er felt her heart aching when she saw the aggrieved and sad look on the baby's face.
"Doudou..."
"Hiss~" My head hurt even more violently. In an instant, memories from another person emerged in Zhao Yun'er's mind.
Zhao Yuner knew that this memory did not belong to her.
She had indeed traveled through time and was in this body with the same name as her, also called Zhao Yun'er.
It turned out that Zhao Yun'er was going up the mountain to chop firewood. She accidentally slipped and fell, broke her head, and fainted on the mountain. Fortunately, the hunter Liu Lei in the village found Zhao Yun'er when he went into the mountain, and then sent Zhao Yun'er back.
However, the original Zhao Yun'er is still dead, and the current Zhao Yun'er's soul has passed through.
"Mom, don't you want Doudou anymore..." Milkman cried sadly.
Zhao Yun'er's heart also felt a little more sad.
How pitiful would it be for a child of how old to be without his mother
"Doudou, mother just had a headache just now and forgot a lot of things. How could she not want Doudou?" Zhao Yun'er coaxed softly. As she spoke, she hugged Baby into her arms. "Don't cry Doudou."
Naiwa'er felt Zhao Yun'er's body temperature and immediately stopped crying. There were still glistening tears on her little face, and Zhao Yun'er gently wiped the tears off Milkman's face.
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.
"Girl Yun'er, are you at home?" An old woman's voice sounded outside.
Zhao Yuner knew through the memory of the original owner that this person was her grandmother, Huo Chunhua.
But why did the old woman come to her place