Life is a choice from beginning to end, from life and death to a pair of shoes. If you choose one path, you will not have a chance to go back to the other paths, and you will not be able to turn back

Zhang Xiaojie was lying on a bed made of bamboo, covered with a not too thick quilt, and finally had time to sort out the thoughts that had traveled through to the present, from the beginning of some inexplicable, passively accepting, to now recognizing the facts.

Thinking back to the memory that gradually became clear in my mind, the original body was seven years old this year, the eldest daughter in the family, and she still lived in the middle of the village when she was born, but because the mother's firstborn was not a boy, she was rejected by her grandparents, and she wanted her father Zhang Dashan to marry a flat wife in the name of no queen.

Father Zhang Dashan is the youngest son of grandfather Zhang Jun, grandfather has only two sons and one daughter, the eldest son Zhang Dahe married his wife He, and his daughter has been married.

The eldest son was the eldest son who was more favored by his grandparents, and was sent to learn the carpenter's trade, but he did not neglect his father, and it is said that most of the land was given to him.

When the family was not separated, because at that time, the uncle Zhang Dahe's craftsmanship was not yet in place, because the family had to give gifts to Zhang Dahe's master and Li Mutou from the same village every year, and he was not very wealthy, and it was said that when his father got married, he could only find his mother.

It turned out that my father had learned the skill of recognizing medicine twice with a barefoot doctor, and once found a ginseng plant that was almost 100 years old and sold it at a good price. At that time, my grandparents looked down on my mother and thought that my father should be a better one.

The mother was originally introverted and would not be welcomed, so it was inevitable that she would not be as pleasing as her sister-in-law, so she was excluded, and in the end, her father gave most of the money from selling ginseng to her grandparents and moved to the end of the village. However, this also hurt the brotherhood between the father and the uncle, and after the death of the grandparents, they did not communicate much.

Fortunately, the family has been separated, and the elders have passed away, otherwise wouldn't this be another bloody drama, Zhang Xiaojie patted her chest happily.

turned to think that she was an orphan in her previous life, and only one sister who studied Chinese medicine depended on her for her life, and relied on government relief when she was a child, but Zhang Xiaojie did not suffer too much, because her sister was much older than Zhang Xiaojie, and when Zhang Xiaojie was 6 years old, her sister took Zhang Xiaojie to the city.

So Zhang Xiaojie is also very happy, the reason why my sister studied Chinese medicine, Zhang Xiaojie also knows a lot of pharmacological knowledge, but it is limited to how to recuperate the body, because my sister's body is not very good, so in her previous life, Zhang Xiaojie studied nutrition in college, and her sister funded the opening of a health restaurant from university.

At first, Zhang Xiaojie didn't agree with her sister's help, maybe her sister had expected it, so she used all her savings to help Zhang Xiaojie open a health restaurant and died only half a year later.

If it weren't for this restaurant, it was equivalent to her sister's hard work, Zhang Xiaojie would not have been able to continue living at that time, and she would have lost her only relative like her sister.

So life and death are not so important, maybe it's good to leave that world, change the environment, and you can pass through it, why can't your sister? Maybe you will see each other again, maybe you should work hard to live a little better in this world, and be a little more angry, but this is ancient times, and the restrictions on women are so great, how can you find your sister?

Could it be that he entered the palace as a favorite concubine? This idea was immediately rejected in Zhang Xiaojie's mind, and when she looked at the water today, she was just beautiful, although she was still young, but looking at the appearance of her parents in this body, she was just upright, and she didn't have a family background, so it was more reliable to give birth to a son and cultivate him to be a champion.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaojie felt that with a reason to live here, not wanting to be found and burned to death during the day was just an instinct to survive.

But how can a person live without a little purpose and hope, this is just a walking corpse.

Since you have decided to live a good life here and take someone else's body, you should take care of the little girl's family. Zhang Xiaojie lay on the bed and looked at the clear starry sky outside the window and made up her mind.

Anyway, don't all the crossings have gold fingers or something? It seems that I don't have anything? Zhang Xiaojie thought about it. Zhang Xiaojie tried to close her eyes.

But a minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes passed, five minutes passed and nothing happened, Zhang Xiaojie sneered in her heart, sure enough, she still regarded this as a novel, the crossing was already very bizarre, how could there be any golden fingers, and it was not a real novel!

After silently laughing at herself for being stupid, Zhang Xiaojie decided to sleep. Closing her eyes and emptying her mind is what Zhang Xiaojie is used to doing, in her previous life, Zhang Xiaojie had a nervous breakdown after the death of her sister and it was difficult to sleep.

The surroundings were quiet, and in such an atmosphere, Zhang Xiaojie slowly waited to fall asleep.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaojie felt that something was calling her, a feeling like intuition, as if something was calling her to get closer, and she opened her eyes in horror, but all she saw was an ordinary beam of the house that she had seen during the day, and there was nothing around, maybe she was thinking too much.

Zhang Xiaojie, who closed her eyes again, thought. But Zhang Xiaojie, who had just closed her eyes and let go of her thoughts, immediately opened her eyes again, what the hell is going on?

Zhang Xiaojie glanced at the younger brothers and sisters who were sleeping very well around her, did she become mentally ill after crossing over? Hallucinations? Zhang Xiaojie, who was a little hairy in her heart, couldn't help but think about it.

The moon in the sky has reached the position of the sky, and with her eyes open without sleepiness who were inexplicably called and tossed, Zhang Xiaojie thought of her sister and her previous life. Those past lives must have been in the past.

It can no longer be touched, and there are shops that used to be spent so much effort, but now they can no longer be seen, and they are busy all day long in order to experiment with health prescriptions, and even climb mountains to find wild Chinese medicine.

A novel that I didn't finish reading, I bought snacks that I didn't have time to eat, and now these have become reasons for nostalgia, and it is impossible to put down the life of more than 20 years.

Even if there are no relatives, at least the relatives have lived there and have memories, unlike now, when a person is in a strange time and space, a strange place, and is disturbed by inexplicable calls.

These all made Zhang Xiaojie's always strong heart panic, the fear of crossing, and the panic broke out, and now there is no way to comfort herself. I can only cry this time, and I should say goodbye to the past. Zhang Xiaojie no longer had any scruples to shed these tears when she thought of them......

There were some unknown insect sounds outside, the moonlight was just right, and those plants seemed to be alive like mountain spirits, greedily absorbing the breath of spring and the moonlight, and growing desperately.

In addition to the fine breathing that came out of the house, there was also a slight whimper, Zhang Xiaojie was venting her inner fear, hesitating. I didn't notice that the moonlight shone from the skylight to the bed, to my body, to the mole in my palm.

The wound left in the palm of the palm from the previous life seemed to be alive at this moment, it glowed slightly, but it was only a flash, as if it was just an illusion.

The moonlight slowly left the sky and fell to the west, and the active palm mole gradually quieted down, and the outside of the house became even quieter, as if it was gathering strength and waiting to bloom in the morning light. There was only shallow breathing in the room......