In the bench room, the triangle-faced woman is simply cleaning up the scene.

Mrs. Fang watched the two girls go away, her face gloomy, "Can you guarantee that you will be completely crippled if you don't die?" This is what the eldest lady meant, and the eldest lady has never been so attentive to a person. ”

The triangle-faced woman snorted coldly, "The body is as tender as the flower bones, and this leather whip can still be expected to live? Even if you live, it is better to live than to die." Go to the master to receive the reward, and don't give me a share when you get it back, I'm not rare. ”

Mrs. Fang was overjoyed: "That's good, whether it's dead or alive, as long as it doesn't hinder the eyes of the eldest lady in the future." ”

Got off his steps and left, probably going back to his life to receive the reward.

Now the door of the house was wide open, and the light from outside shone in, and the triangular face was wrapped in a strip of rags wrapped around a wooden stick in his hand, wiping the face of the bench one by one.

Every time she dealt with it so simply, the rubbed rags were thrown in the corner, and for a long time, they emitted a bad smell, and she was too lazy to clean up, and besides, there was no need to make the environment so clean here.

There was another layer of red blood added to the dark wood of the bench, which looked shocking, and she suddenly sighed, and her eyes flashed with a softness that she had never seen before, and muttered to herself: "Am I old, and I have shown mercy to a little girl for the first time-"

As soon as she stepped through the gate of the corner courtyard, her feet slipped, the blue grass tripped and fell, and one fell to the ground, she hurriedly used her body to protect the body behind her, and the two small bodies rolled together, and the blood immediately dyed the white snow into a large patch of red.

It turned out that those who swept the snow swept the snow inside and out, but they didn't come to sweep the corner courtyard, and in the eyes of the people, the work of the corner courtyard should naturally be done by the corner courtyard itself.

Lancao was sad and angry, and got up crying and picked up the dumb aunt again.

No one knew that the dumb aunt at the moment was only dragging her breath leisurely.

Her consciousness blurred for a while, and she wanted to fall into a coma completely, but she held on to prevent herself from passing out.

Since she woke up from a coma, a voice has always lingered in the brain, word by word, and the thinnest surgical suture needle stimulates the brain cells that are about to sleep due to excessive blood loss: "You take the handle, we will carry her out of the tool room, and then climb one floor to the roof, and when we push her into the air, we will quickly evacuate the scene, and tomorrow, the headline of our provincial newspaper will have another selling point." ”

The words were in her ears, the words were cone, she burned inside, her heart was broken, and she fainted after a burst of blood attack.

She was completely unconscious after this coma, and when she woke up again, she heard this little girl named Lancao crying and crying about her little grandmother.

She waited with her eyes, looked forward to, every time she closed her eyes, there was a desire burning in her heart, how much she hoped to open her eyes the next moment, the world in front of her was not this world, but returned to the original world, what old lady, aunt, foolish and dumb child daughter-in-law, little girl ring disappeared, what she saw was high-rise buildings, overpass roads, traffic like weaving, familiar short-sleeved hot pants, familiar maroon perm, familiar hospital gates, familiar obstetrics and gynecology office buildings, familiar white offices, familiar operating rooms, familiar newborn crying, familiar caesarean section surgery……… She slowly tried to open her eyes, and there was a bloodshot in front of her, and the whip flew slightly in the foul air. The body is hot and painful, it hurts to the bones, it hurts to drill the flesh, and the pain goes deep into the bone marrow and blood. She encouraged herself to endure, to carry, to grit her teeth and to stay up, hope was right in front of her, maybe in the process of blinking and closing her eyes, maybe in the pain of the next whip...... I close my eyes again, hoping to see the familiar bedroom of the building, the familiar gas stove, the familiar LCD TV, the familiar computer, the familiar smiling faces of my parents, and the familiar figure of my boyfriend...... Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in my heart...... Her eyes widened, and there was nothing, still the cramped space, still the smoky and shoddy candles, and the whipping in and out......

This body stepped into his world with one foot, and his previous life became an illusion.

Is it really impossible to go back?

Is it really that hard to go back?

Is it okay not to go back? Life is short, where life is a lifetime, just a few decades, where is not life?

But I was unwilling, there were too many worries, too many grievances, too much love and hatred in that life......

Tears finally welled up, blurring eyes, hope, unwillingness, and all love and hate.

has been smiling, with hope, and stubbornly holding on to the beating from beginning to end, just because there is a hope in my heart to support. In order to achieve her goal, the pain is no longer considered pain, so she insists on smiling.

But there's no going back...... I really can't go back...... I've tried so hard to abandon this body that harbors thoughts, and let the cruel whip hit and tear it down, but I still can't go back, is there a more useful way than this?

When I first came, wasn't I locked up in such a dark room, torn, whipped, and beaten in a daze. She cried, she shouted, she struggled, she cried for help, she shouted the names of two people, she shouted hopefully, begged, struggled......

Who are they?

I can't remember, from the moment I woke up, she had a splitting headache, she lay quietly in a daze, searching, checking and sorting out her memories in her heart little by little.

Unfortunately, it may be that the head injury in the end is too fatal, and the stored memories are incomplete and cannot be recalled in full.

Which two names was she calling so hard?

Not daring to think deeply, she found that as long as she forced herself to think desperately, her mind was extremely painful, and she was about to explode, so she could only stop and rest for a while. She still couldn't help but think hard, trying to stitch together the memories of her past life into a complete pattern, but she couldn't, she failed every time, and only some fragments floated lightly in her mind.

Just now, the whip was flying, the flesh was splashing, and she was almost about to lose her soul, when suddenly a voice entered her brain:

"With the intelligence of this plastic brain, she dares to compete with me for the position of director, she thinks that she can overwhelm me if she is strong in business, stupid big sister! ”

"Xiaolan, you're so right, don't you know how tiring it is to fall in love with her, a person with zero intelligence, ouch, I've had enough of it a long time ago, thanks to you to save me from the dire situation. ”

As the attending doctor who is the first person responsible, he can't bear the huge psychological pressure, and in order to escape legal responsibility, he chose to commit suicide by jumping off the building in the dead of night, leaving a letter in the office - this is how to set the cause of death, it is quite realistic. ”

"Don't worry, Wang Yanan, she was born in the countryside, her family has no background, her death is purely self-inflicted, and no one will come forward to avenge her, Xiaolan, you just wait to sit firmly in the chair of your director." ”

Wang Yanan?

Such a familiar name.

Memories are broken.

Since the previous life was at the moment of being beaten, his consciousness gradually blurred and detached from **, and he completed his death and crossed, so he could only use this method to find a way back.

In order to go back, she is willing to suffer any kind of crime, break into Mufengju to deliver the baby, break the plum blossom and tear all the petals, snatch the baby, a qiē abnormal behavior has only one clearest purpose, she wants to go back, she wants to ask for trouble, she wants to be beaten hard, but the trouble has been successfully attracted, and the beating has also been beaten, this beating almost lost her life, but she still couldn't go back.

What, exactly, went wrong?

Lancao comforted the people on her back while crying: "Little grandma, don't care about those subordinates who look down on people, they are all dogs raised by a group of masters, and they know that they bite at the weak people-I will sweep the snow in our yard when I turn around, you just go back to recuperate - orchid, why don't orchids come to help-"

After the chatter, he suddenly remembered again, "Little grandma, you have to hold on, you can't be unconscious, you can't fall asleep, I heard my mother say that if you are seriously injured and pass out, you will never wake up in this breath, you are already in a coma once, I don't dare to let you faint again-alas, I'm really confused, how can the little grandmother hear me-poor little grandma-"

The dumb aunt's ears rang the broken thoughts of this little girl's ring, and she tried to close her eyes, hoping that she would just close it like this, and if she didn't wake up again, she might be able to successfully wear it back.

I tried a few times, but it didn't work at all except for being dizzy. She is unwilling, really unwilling, can't she really go back? Is she going to endure all the hardships and humiliation here as this child daughter-in-law for the rest of her life?

No, you can't.

A shadow of foreboding hung over her heart, and she clearly felt that she had been betrayed, framed, and then fell into a situation from which she could never recover.

What kind of truth it is, I have to find out.

Who did it kill me, I must take revenge.

The people who betrayed me, the people who framed me, the people who loved me, they were all in that world, I can't be here alone, I want to go back......

Great thirst, and great disappointment, like two flames in the chest, burning, tearing, burning...... The heart is on fire, the lungs are petrifying, the trachea is clogged with a thick fog, and the vocal tract is being torn apart by invisible hands......

"Xiao Lan-" She roared out that name with great grief and indignation, and she had a very strong feeling that this name was Xiao Lan, and she could not forget it until she died!

And that Wang Yanan, who is she?

Could it be my identity in a previous life?

"Wang Yanan-" she muttered, three words that were very common and common, but they represented a girl's life in that world, and now with her death, is it being forgotten by people?

She found those three words slowly slipping out of her throat, and her heart was empty, leaving only a cold sadness.

But a stream of hot liquid rolled up his throat, slid out of his lips, and flowed down the corners of his lips.

Word by word, accompanied by hot blood.

Three ordinary words, but so warm, so intimate, like a lover who fell in love with her in her past and present lives.

The air flow rose from the abyss of the body, went up along the vocal tract, passed through the glottis, and gently hit the reed that was as thin as a cicada's wings, the reed trembled, and a strange air flow pressed down a key on the piano, making a sound with human sound quality.

"Wang Yanan—" The volume is getting louder.

The air flow floated out of the dumb girl's mouth and gently landed on the neck of the blue grass, who had long struggled to be disheveled, revealing a large white muscle in the neck.

Lancao felt her neck hot.

The little grandmother is still alive, as long as there is still heat, it means that the person is still alive, as long as she is alive, there is hope for treatment, she struggled to slide into the house step by step.

In just a few dozen steps, it is as long as a hundred and ten miles today.

One step at a time, one step at a time.

Suddenly, Lancao stopped, what, Wang Yanan? Who is talking? Who is talking about Wang Yanan?

The voice was low, slowly, and stubbornly continued, as if Wang Yanan's three words were a sweet big fruit, and reading it like this one by one, it was like gnawing on the fruit one bite at a time.

Lancao couldn't help but talk, "Is the little grandmother looking for a person named Wang Yanan? Is it the little girl who sweeps the snow in the house or the maid ring in which room?" Little grandma, don't worry, I'll help you find the bluegrass when I get back to the house, let's go back to the house first-" Before she finished speaking, Lancao opened her mouth wide and forgot to close it, was the little grandmother talking just now?

How can it be?

Dumb people can speak?

After being beaten so badly, he always kept his mouth shut and didn't say a word, could he suddenly speak after the beating?

How amazing is the effect of being beaten?

Lan Cao's little body shook with excitement, "Little, little grandma, are you, are you talking? I heard you right—"

Orchid jumped out of the door, "Ah, you just came back? What are you talking about, Sister Lancao? Are you talking to a mute again? What is there to talk to a mute, you are really stunned." ”

Lancao wanted to tell her a great news, the little grandmother was able to speak, it was too talkative! But she was so excited that she couldn't say a word for a long time.

Suddenly, the little hand behind her gently patted her shoulder, and a low voice pressed into her ear, "Keep it secret, don't let her know." ”

Lancao is a very smart girl, she was stunned for a moment, and soon nodded and understood.

Secrecy.