Lin Yingfan was in a daze and heard someone talking in his ear.

"Dead?"

"No, and gasps. ”

"What are you afraid of if you're not dead?

"Why did you hit her on the head? What if you really killed her?"

"Isn't this dead!"

"Oops, her eyelids are moving, she's waking up. ”

"She's awake, run!"

Can a monk run a temple if he can run?

Li Fuli, Li Qiang, you family has no human scum and livestock! If I don't peel off your skin this time, I'll take your surname!!

She was secretly ruthless, and when she opened her eyes, there was a clear sky above her head, and the red fiery clouds in the distance showed that it was already more than five or six o'clock in the afternoon.

She blinked vigorously, she was at home before, where was she now, and where was Mom? Where had Mom gone?

Thinking that she and her mother were opened, she hated this in her heart! Just now she should have gone in and kicked people to death without asking anything.

No, she had to get up and go to her mother, who was definitely more injured than her, and it would be dangerous if she didn't get to the hospital quickly.

Lin Ying sat up, only to find herself sitting in a potholed clearing, as far as she could see was a large area of dilapidated bungalows, and a few meters away three or four children in patched clothes were staring at her with wide eyes.

"Oops, she's awake, run!"

"She looked at us. ”

These were the same sounds she heard when she was confused.

Lin Ying's heart sank, where did Li Fuli get himself? It wasn't them who spoke just now, but these children?

When I looked around, my brain crashed, and the dilapidated and messy house and the children were all in tattered and patched clothes.

Oh my God, Lin Ying's heart was beating a drum, she really hadn't been to such a poor place?

After turning her head around, she was dizzy and spinning, so she quickly lay down and closed her eyes, feeling slightly better.

This is how hard I was beaten just now!

Just as she was gritting her teeth with hatred for Li Fuli's family, a little boy appeared in front of her.

She squinted, as if, probably, among the children talking to the other side just now, there was this kid!

Closer, she could see more clearly. The kid had patches on his body, his clothes were fat and white, and he couldn't see the gray overalls of his true color, and his sleeves were rolled up several times, and his pants were also fat and patched...... Her heart slowly sank......

But she didn't think much about it in a daze, and stretched out her hand to call the child, "Come and help my sister sit up." ”

The little boy stepped forward with an expressionless face and pulled her up very easily, not forgetting to despise her: "Are you as old as me? Who calls you sister?

Why is this dead kid so unlikeable?

Lin Ying glared at him, "I'm older than you, don't you want to call your aunt if you don't call her sister?"

The little boy sneered, "Do you want to be my elder and not look at myself?

Why is this little broken child talking so badly?

Lin Ying rolled up her arms and sleeves and wanted to talk to this little broken child and said, "Come on, sister, I'll teach you what it means to respect the old and love the ......" and so on, just now something that she ignored appeared again, she pursed her lips, looked at her blue half-old sleeves that were also patched, and the little black hands that were exposed in a daze.

She just said, well, she always felt that something was not quite right.

No wonder this little broken child said that she was a little bean sprout, she was reborn?

"What's wrong with you? You were beaten stupidly?" said the little broken child, "Didn't I accidentally break your head? Who told you to show off blindly with candy and call me a little flower? I didn't mean to, I just wanted to scare you, who knew that you didn't even hide like a fool?"

"Hey, why don't you speak? Where is your home? or I'll take you home!"

He said that he didn't want to play with these little girls, there were so many things, so squeamish!

Lin Ying wanted to cry, how did she know where her home was? People who were reborn could receive the memories of the original owner, or who were reborn when they were children, how could they be so miserable to her? Reborn on the street, they didn't even know who they were?

Besides, if she was reborn, does that mean she was killed?

And what about Mom?

Lin Ying has rarely cried, but at this time she really wanted to cry. Even the little broken child forgot what the little broken child said to break her head.

The words taught by my mother, "You must be calm in case of trouble, don't be impulsive", rang in my ears. She sniffed, swallowed the sad feeling back, and held back her tears.

"I forgot. My head was broken and I can't remember anything now. "Why do you think that's pathetic?

Since he broke the original owner's head, let him be responsible for it for the time being! This person is unfamiliar with the place, she has no memory, but she can't run around by herself. Who knows if there will be traffickers who will see how beautiful she is and take her away and sell her to the mountains.

Although this little broken child has a faceless except for contempt, but having such a person by her side at least makes her feel steady.

"Hey, you're not going to cry, are you? I'm leaving, if you're crying, I'm leaving. The little broken child looked at her for a moment and muttered in a low voice, "Just break a little, not even much blood, don't believe you touch it...... It's so empty!"

Lin Ying didn't hear his last sentence clearly, he was very cowardly threatened, and stretched out his little hand, "You quickly pull me up, I'm dizzy, tired, and I'm hungry." ”

The little boy glared at her for a long time when he heard these righteous words, and then stretched out his hand and pulled her up, "Can you go?

Lin Ying sniffed, "No, I can go!" No matter how small she becomes, she is also an adult in her heart, so she is embarrassed to let a child carry her.

followed him closely, and didn't forget to reply, "Who said I cried? Also, I can't find a home, you have to take care of me." "It's not necessary, but the responsibility can't let him run, or I don't know what to do?

It's like a little laipi who depends on others.

The little boy looked back at her with disdain, "Okay, okay, you women are trouble!"

Hey, this broken child still looks down on women, you weren't born of a woman?

She almost said this, thinking about her current identity, she still held back.

After walking a few steps with the little broken child, the soles of her dizzy feet went limp, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

The little boy hurriedly turned around and grabbed her, and yelled at the bad boys who were watching the excitement: "What do you see, don't hurry up, carry her to my house!"