Jiang Lingyi struggled in the lake for a long time, and the cold lake water invaded the bone marrow. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info her body is getting heavier and heavier, and her consciousness is getting weaker and weaker.

When I woke up again, what caught my eyelids was the dark night sky, umbrella electricity pierced the sky, and bean-sized raindrops hit Jiang Lingyi's face and body. It hurts and colds.

Jiang Lingyi moved, it turned out to be stuck on a tree, and with the light of umbrella electricity, he could vaguely see the scene of the flood flowing under the tree.

Such a scene is so familiar.

Jiang Lingyi's mind instantly sobered up, and she suddenly remembered the flood she encountered when she was thirteen years old.

The whole village was submerged, with countless casualties, Jiang Lingyi was washed into a large tree branch by the flood, and stayed in the tree for two days and two nights, until the flood receded, Jiang Lingyi was found by the county government rescue guards.

These two days and two nights changed Jiang Lingyi's life.

Qingshan Village, where Jiang Lingyi lives, is the poorest village in the entire county.

Jiang Lingyi's family is the poorest family in Qingshan Village.

However, the Jiang family is famous in the entire Qingshan Village, not because the Jiang family has a daughter who married into the Yin Xu family.

It's because Jiang Lingyi's grandfather Jiang Xiu is the only talent in the history of Qingshan Village.

Although Jiang Xiucai has been poor all his life under the name of Xiucai, he is still talked about and widely praised by the villagers in this poor countryside.

If there is no flood, in another two years, Jiang Lingyi may marry into the Zhang family at the head of the village, or the Li family at the end of the village, have children, and live an ordinary life.

However, when the flood came, many things went off track.

Jiang Lingyi was in pain, and by the faint light of the umbrella electricity, she looked at her clothes, and the tattered coarse cloth was tightly attached to her body, not the brocade she wore when she threw herself into the lake. The small hands are covered with skin and bones, thick and rough, and they are not smooth and smooth when they are thrown into the lake.

Jiang Lingyi became more and more sure that after she threw herself into the lake and died, she traveled to the age of thirteen. Such a thing is unheard of, and I am scared and helpless. After the panic, there was a little bit of happiness.

Jiang Lingyi folded her body and let herself sit among the branches. Rain ran down his cheeks. The wind was whistling, her body was stiff, Jiang Lingyi hugged her arms tightly, although she couldn't expel the cold, she could make her heart more stable.

The sound of thunder, the sound of rain, the sound of the wind, the sound of the flood, everything is exactly the same as in that life, the only difference is that there is no crying in this life.

Jiang Lingyi in that life cried in the branches and cried in a dumb voice, and Jiang Lingyi in this life sat in the branches and was calmer than every moment in the past twenty years.

She is still her, but she is no longer her.

People who go around in circles at the time of death will always be different.

She sat quietly on the branch, her immature and thin little face was the calm of life and death.

It's always good to be alive.

At dawn, the rain finally stopped, the umbrella electricity was gone, and the wind was little by little.

Little by little, the sun rose, driving away the haze brought by the rain. Jiang Lingyi's clothes dried off little by little. The body slowly warmed up.

The sun was getting bigger and bigger, and by noon, Jiang Lingyi only felt that her tongue was dry, her head was splitting, and her body was hot. Gradually, his mind became weaker and weaker.

When she woke up again, Jiang Lingyi looked around, it was a big shed, and there were many beds made in the shed, and women of old and young were lying full.

Moaning, crying, lamenting are endless. One of the girls cried very clearly, "I am the daughter of Zheng Yuanwai's family, if you don't send a letter to my father, I don't want to stay here." ”

Jiang Lingyi recognized this girl, her name was Zheng Xiuqing, and she followed her mother to live in the Zheng family's courtyard, this flood, Zheng Xiuqing's mother and the servants in the courtyard were all killed, and Zheng Xiuqing was the only survivor.

People often say that if you don't die in a great disaster, you will have a blessing in the future, but this is unreasonable. Zheng Xiuqing was the first to be picked up by her family. He was also the first to bring the plague into the city.

After the flood, the plague spread extremely quickly, and many of the survivors of the flood did not escape the plague.

The plague was brought into the city.

And the Zheng family was almost extinct.

One of the guards was already impatient, "What are you yelling, if you are Zheng Yuanwai's daughter, someone will come to pick you up." ”

After a while, an old doctor walked in, looked casually, and was about to go out.

Regained his life, Jiang Lingyi knew what was about to happen, and he couldn't calm down anymore. The cowardice of the previous life disappeared at this moment, she bowed to the old doctor, and said, "After the flood, there will be a plague, please ask the doctor to diagnose and treat us, if you have bone pain and headache, isolate it first, and then tell the county magistrate, go to the divine doctor Zhao's house to find a doctor named Zhao Tianrui, this matter is very important, and the doctor is benevolent,"

Before Jiang Lingyi's words fell, a woman in the crowd had already heard an angry scolding, "You lifeless yellow-haired girl, chewing on the root of your tongue, soaking in water for a few days, who doesn't have a disease, how can it be said that it is a plague?" ”

The plague was like a snake and scorpion, and everyone avoided it, and they did not want to be called a plague, but when they heard the woman talk about her illness, they hurriedly piled it up beside her. All of a sudden, the shed was even more chaotic.

There is jealousy among peers, although Zhao Tianrui's name has never been heard of, but the Zhao family is famous. The doctor looked at Jiang Lingyi, a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, with a tattered coarse cloth shirt, a small yellow face, a serious and worried expression, and a twelve-point dissatisfaction in his heart, "You girl, don't be alarmist, I've already watched it, it's just a little cold, just eat a few decoctions." After saying that, he raised his feet and left.

The doctor's words are obviously more convincing.

Jiang Lingyi's words were like stones thrown into the lake, although they caused ripples, but soon the wind calmed down.

Zheng Yuan's family soon sent servants. Several mothers-in-law arrogantly walked into the shed, and the first one was dressed even better, drove the patient aside, and forced a way. Zhao Zheng Xiuqing flattered, "Miss, the old slave is late." ”

Zheng Xiuqing threw herself into the arms of the mother-in-law, "Mama Li, my mother is gone." With that, he pumped and put it up.

Mama Li coaxed Zheng Xiuqing while calming down, "It's good to go back, the master is waiting for you at home!" ”

"You can't go." Jiang Lingyi said coldly.

Zheng Xiuqing was furious, "Where did you come from, a wild girl, and you dare to block my way." ”

Jiang Lingyi looked at Zheng Xiuqing, this girl who was about the same age as herself, was invincible under her beautiful face, she didn't know that her family would soon come to the end because of her.

Jiang Lingyi ignored Zheng Xiuqing's hostility and continued, "If you don't listen to the advice and bring the plague to the Zheng family, it will affect your family and cause the people in the city to suffer. ”