My head is still crashing, and I'm a little confused. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Then the whole person was slammed to the ground.

I was indignant in my heart: I didn't evolve wings for Mao?! Then I was shocked, how can I still feel pain when I'm dead?

My mind relaxed after a long period of high tension, and my head was hit again, so I followed the mass plot, rolled my eyes, and fainted.

Immediately afterwards, there was a chaotic mix of footsteps around and the sound of exclamations.

Tsk, what a mess! I'm so fussy that I think.

I was picked up by a person, she hugged me like a puppy, it didn't take much effort, or the legendary princess hugged, this person is really big enough!.

A guy who didn't know if it was a nurse or a doctor rudely put an oxygen mask over my face, unbuttoned my neckline, and started CPR!

Her amount of food must be not small, otherwise how could she have so much energy. I was so pressed by her hand that I could barely breathe. I was the 'Princess of Taiping' in my last life, so I won't repeat the same mistakes in this life, right? Don't flatten the small steamed buns on your chest. I express my deep concern!

But anyway, I at least came out of a ghost place where I didn't have a trace of popularity!

When I think of the wandering, hesitation, and hesitation I once had, it seems that I have a place to return to.

Even a cold iron-framed bed is better than a swarthy mystical space with endless unknowns.

I listened to all kinds of bustling and complicated sounds, but my heart was inexplicably calm, and it turned out that those cheesy sounds can also make people nostalgic. I didn't like hospitals, but now I'm on my way to them and I'm excited.

I cracked my mouth, but it touched the wound at the corner of my lip, and I gasped in pain.

The corners of my eyes were wet unconsciously, I don't know what was going on, it must have been too painful at the corners of my mouth just now. I closed my eyes, and my mind was still at peace for a long time.

'Nurse Manniu' looked at the thin little child lying on the bed in front of her, and unconsciously relaxed the movements in her hands.

Alas, this child is also pitiful, suffering from such a thing at a young age. She took a cotton swab and gently cleaned the wound on the little girl's forehead, watching the gently fluttering eyelids relax her movements again.

The ambulance was already playing its distinctive voice by this time: "It's over... "It's over..."

They really should change this depressing voice, this is not sick but scared out of sickness! It was my last thought before I lost all consciousness.

***

I have a lot of memories in my head that are not mine, but I think they are quite real. A trance, as if you are in it.

There is a cowardly and kind little girl who is beaten and scolded by her adoptive uncle and aunt, despised by her teachers, and bullied by her classmates. She suffered a lot of injustice, but she did not change her good nature.

I watched quietly as she accompanied her, but I couldn't do anything for her, because no one could see me, not even the little girl I had been paying attention to. I couldn't touch the entity.

This feeling of being ignored all the way to the end is really inexplicably unpleasant!

I was pulled into the vortex by a suction force, and then I became what I am now.

I came back to life. Not me, to be exact, but 'her'. My soul is in her body.

Hmm, sounds a bit infiltrating, right? But it's nothing if you really experience it.

'She' is the protagonist of my dream, the weak and kind little bun.

I saw her face when I stood in the hospital bathroom, and now it's 'my' face.

A small face with a big palm, with a skinny body, sparse hair, and a little pot ash on the face, can be directly upgraded to an African refugee!

I unscrewed the hose and hurriedly washed my face, not daring to look at myself.

How to say that I was also a pure little beauty, and now it has become like this. I can't bear to look at it!

"13 beds! It's time for an injection. A round-faced nurse walked in and greeted her.

I couldn't help but shrink my neck, trying to pretend to be transparent.

But the nurse's memory is too good, and when she saw me, she showed a kind (fierce) but (evil) kiss (extreme) smile. I looked at the tip of the needle and subconsciously swallowed and shivered.

I finally succumbed to the nurse's sister's angelic/demonic smile and obediently walked up to her, obediently rolling up my sleeves and waiting for her to get the injection.

She looked at my little arm, which was not much flesh, and seemed to have no patience in her eyes, and comforted me while sliding the syringe up and down, "Don't be afraid, it'll be fine in a while!" She gently lifted my little paw and took a cotton swab and carefully smeared it on it!

My heart is broken, you can comfort it, why do you push the needle? It's even more scary, okay!

I looked away and didn't dare to look at it again. Poof! I felt like I heard the sound of needles piercing into a vein! Gee. After a while, the back of the hand still hurts, and it seems that it is a drum needle.

I was stabbed three more times in quick succession before I was able to hit the hanging bottle. This is what the legend is afraid of? I collapsed on the bed, unable to complain about the nurse's injection technique.

I was weak and a little chilly, so I just closed my eyes and pretended to sleep, maybe I would fall asleep in a while. However, this beautiful idea did not last long.

"What's the big deal! Isn't it just a broken house? What about beating her! "The voice is shrill and immature, and the words are harsh, which shows that the owner of the voice is not very loud and is not a good person to get along with.

I had a hazy sleepiness, but now I was completely sleepy by this cacophony voice. I put on a quilt and made an ostrich costume, but the noise kept talking!

"That's it. That kind of guy is dead and dirty the land, what do you care about her! There were a few voices echoing the chatter.

I couldn't bear it anymore, so I lifted the quilt and put on slippers to reason with them. I walked to the door and turned back, looking at the nurse who was still busy packing things with tears in my eyes. I think my IQ must have been pulled down, and I actually forgot my life credo: if you can solve problems with others, you don't have to do it yourself.

The nurse was overwhelmed by the sense of justice stimulated by my fawn-like eyes, picked up the needle in her hand, and rushed to the door.

Miss Nurse couldn't stop laughing in her heart: Poofhahaha! That little guy just now was so funny, obviously he was an angry little lion, and after bounced up on the bed and rushed to the door, he actually turned back and pretended to look at himself pitifully. This little guy is definitely a pig and eats a tiger, interesting!

The beautiful nurse (with the needle in her hand) scared off the half-grown child standing at the door.

The children scattered and ran away.

There was silence around me again, and I closed my eyes and began to think about what to do.

The original owner's parents are long gone, and her current guardians are her titular uncle and aunt.

But both of them are unprofitable lords, and they are willing to support the original owner to give her a bite to eat, purely because of the money and house that the original owner can receive after the age of 18.

My uncle has two children, an older brother and a younger sister, and the youngest is the youngest.

The original owner was directly used by them as a servant, clothes and stationery were leftovers, and even the meals were leftovers, and the situation was not good. Because of these, her classmates often bullied her.

Bad words hurt people and June Cold, and being young is not a reason to be forgiven. What's more, children are easy to follow, which is all a problem to learn from the adults in the family.

When the children saw one person bullying her, she didn't resist, and slowly there would be a second person, and then gradually develop into many people. People are accustomed to bullying the weak and fearing the hard, if the original owner can stand up on his own for the first time, it may not be so miserable later.

I can't help but have a headache when I think about this, I am the most impatient to deal with children, and it seems that I can't hide from it now.