Although it is a bit strange to be scientific in terms of modern technology, it is true.

The human brain is already fragile, and if you force it to play painful clips, it will be affected.

Meng Chengyu was a little worried, so he could only stand by the side.

Qiao Jin said: "I have an appointment at noon, if Yang Qiulu doesn't wake up tonight, I will drag her out, you just stay here, as long as no one wants to kill her, she will be fine." ”

Last time, Qiao Jin and Song Yanqing didn't know how many reincarnations they had stayed, and several days had passed.

Yang Qiulu: This will definitely take a little longer.

Meng Chengyu nodded busily: "You go and get busy with your business." ”

Qiao Jin nodded, glanced down at Yang Qiulu, and saw that her face was quite calm, and only sighed softly.

She didn't stop others because she had already sensed Yang Qiulu's inner thoughts.

Since she had to walk, she wouldn't stop her.

The backtracking formation can stimulate her awakening, but it will also cause her to be exposed to other stimuli.

It's all the same pain.

After Qiao Jin left, Meng Chengyu looked at Yang Qiulu and put her body in a comfortable position lying on the sofa, and she could only shrink aside and take out her mobile phone to play.

Yang Qiulu felt that his life was like being covered by a thick cloud that could not be left behind.

Able to hold her breathless.

She carried a basket of pigweed on her back, and her thin and weak body carried a large basket that did not make sense.

In front is the tall back of her mother Feng Xiangli holding her youngest son, that is, Yang Qiulu's younger brother.

For four-year-old Yang Qiulu, her mother hugged her younger brother and couldn't live in, this picture is her deepest memory.

After kissing her baby son for a while, Feng Xiangli felt that Yang Qiulu was walking slowly, and turned her head and scolded: "Why don't you hurry up, what are you doing? Are you going to be lazy? You loser money, did the old lady raise you for nothing? You are grinding with a pigweed!"

Feng Xiangli's words were mixed with a series of ugly insults in the local area, and the little Yang Qiulu didn't understand it very well, but he knew that it was a scolding of himself, and his thin fingers grabbed the back rope that had been strangled into the flesh of his body body, step by step, walking forward heavily and slowly, looking a little faster than just now.

Feng Xiangli rolled her eyes and continued to scold and walk forward.

After giving birth to three money-losing goods in a row and selling the youngest, the life in the family barely improved.

It wasn't until last year that she finally gave birth to a baby son, and Feng Xiangli felt that her status in the village had risen significantly, and even walking seemed to be windy.

Other people's families always say that she is not good to her daughter, and their family has not lost money, of course I don't know what kind of life her family is living.

If you don't force them to order and just raise a few mouths, how can you live this day?

Yang Qiulu was hot and tired, but she still insisted on carrying the basket home, and her mother carried her younger brother into rest, and she stood in the frozen yard, looking at the sky outside the window.

As the light of the setting sun shone down, she looked at the sky and seemed to always see a girl's smiling face.

She's cold and beautiful.

In the heart of the little Yang Qiulu, she could think of the most extreme adjective, that is, fairy.

She didn't know why she could see the fairy, but it seemed to be a dazzling thing, and in most cases, it was like her own hallucination.

There was no such person around, Yang Qiulu knew.

Such a fairy cannot exist in the human world.