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"Dare to say that I have a misfortune, damn it, the death stick, I will let you have an accident today! Brothers, kill her!"
A man with a knife scar on his left face, bulging eyes, and a fleshy face pointed at a thin woman in old clothes who was crouching in front of him tremblingly, and shouted angrily!
"Forgive me!" the earthy-faced woman hugged his legs and pleaded, "Forgive me for not knowing anything, I was wrong, Boss Huang, your lucky star shines brightly, and you will gain both money and sex..."
The man pulled his foot away from her hand, lifted her up, and kicked her over fiercely. His big foot in leather shoes stepped on her chest hard. Several ribs were broken, causing the woman to curl up in pain. The terror intensified.
"Don't understand anything, yet dare to come out to pretend to be a magic stick? Today I will kill you for Tian Xingdao, you will be beaten to death by me, and then dragged to the back mountain to cover up!"
"Niu Niu, Niu Niu, Niu Niu—"
A familiar and sad cry came from Yang Zimei's ears, like a soul calling out.
Mother
She is dead, so she can see her mother who died early
She tried her best to open her eyes, and what she saw was the thin, haggard and anxious face of her mother Huang Xiuli. Beside her was her father, Yang Qing, who was wearing thick myopia glasses, and she was sitting on a chair, trying to put on a dignified look. Yang Bai, the skinny grandfather, and Zeng Hui, the grandmother holding the baby.
Is she... really dead
Therefore, can we meet the grandparents, parents, and baby sister who have become undead
She looked up to the roof.
The dilapidated tile surface, the dark mud brick wall, and the dark interior, everything is exactly the same as when she was a child, it's amazing!
"Niuniu, are you awake?"
Mother Huang Xiuli looked at her blinking black eyes, cried out with joy, stretched out her hand to hold her tightly in her arms, her voice choked...
This temperature!
It's real!
She even clearly felt the sound of heartbeat and breathing from her mother's chest.
If it is a soul, would there be these
She opened her eyes blankly, and her eyes fell on the wall calendar beside her—
March 26, 1992
This is, the day of her fifth birthday
how so
Is it a dream
She raised her hand, only to find that her hand was very short and small, and looking down at her body, she was also very small, wearing the little floral dress sewn by her grandma.
she…
What's wrong
"Mother… "
When she spoke, she found that her voice had become very immature, with a milky voice.
"Niuniu—"
Hearing her cry, Huang Xiuli was so excited that she burst into tears, "Great, great, you finally woke up, you scared my mother to death!"
This situation is so familiar!
She remembered that when she was five years old, she fell into a serious illness and fell into a coma due to a persistent high fever. When she woke up, she remembered what her mother said.
She looked at her father Yang Qing again, who was taking off the thick pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose, and was slightly wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Grandma Zeng Hui is excitedly clasping her palms together to thank the Bodhisattva.
Grandpa Yang Bai breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at her, stood up, and walked outside the door...
Everything is exactly as it was back then!
She quietly pinched her little arm, it hurt a lot.
I was really not dreaming, nor did I become a dead soul, but returned to the time when I was five years old, and my life began to start again!
Thinking of this, she burst into tears with excitement.
Mom hurriedly hugged her, stroked her back, and comforted her constantly: "Niu Niu, don't cry, Mom is here!"
Hearing this, her heart skipped a beat again—
In her previous life, when she was six years old, her family was ruined suddenly, and she was full of troubles!
This time, she was reborn back to five years old, and there is still one year before the tragedy begins!
Will she continue to repeat the tragedy of her previous life
If so, she doesn't want to be reborn!
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