Yang Ruoqing saw clearly that it was a middle-aged woman, who was quite tall and wearing a blue patched coarse cloth robe, her hair was tied in a bun, and a peach wood hairpin was inserted.

The woman's face was sallow, her cheekbones were bulging, her eye sockets were deep, and she looked visibly malnourished.

The eyes are very large, and the complexion is also very white, that is, there is a rich shadow under the eyes, and there are some residual bloodshots in the eyes, and the face is full of tiredness, as if the eyelids have not been closed all night.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes looked at the woman's body, the dress of an ancient peasant woman, and then thinking of the changes in her body, Yang Ruoqing was stunned, and a word that has become more popular in recent years jumped out of her mind: crossing?

After Sun pushed the door into the house, he saw that his daughter had sat up, uncovered the quilt, and was wearing a pair of patched underwear, and a pair of black bare feet still hanging by the bed. His eyes were staring straight at the doorway.

Sun Shi stepped for a moment, a little incredulous, and his face immediately showed a touch of ecstasy.

"Qing'er, when did you wake up? My mother is washing clothes in the yard, why don't you squeak? Thirsty or not? Hungry or not? Do you want to boo? ”

Sun ran quickly to the side of the bed, asked repeatedly, grabbed the gown that was placed on the wooden stall at the corner of the bed, shook the dust on it, and draped it on Yang Ruoqing's body.

The big hand that was rough and covered with calluses gently covered Yang Ruoqing's forehead, as if feeling something, muttered: "Thank God, this burn has finally subsided!" ”

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses, her eyes fell on the woman in front of her who called herself "Niang" with a hint of inquiry.

In her previous life, as an international agent elite, she can be regarded as a person who has experienced strong winds and waves, and her vision of people is still very accurate.

The woman in front of her was full of genuine concern that couldn't be hidden.

Afraid that her feet would freeze, the woman squatted down, tucked her bare feet into the hem of her clothes, and gently rubbed her dirty and black feet through the clothes with the palms of her hands, without the slightest disgust.

"You stupid girl, why are you looking at your mother like this? Didn't you burn it, don't you know your mother? Do you want to drink tea? Do you want to boo? Sun raised his head, looked at Yang Ruoqing with a loving face, raised his hand and gently stroked his daughter's knotted and unkempt hair, and asked gently.

Shhhh

It's a pee, right?

With this new body, he should be almost twelve or thirteen years old!

But this woman, on the other hand, spoke to herself as if she were coaxing a child of four or five years old.

Why is that? Extreme spoiling? Or is there another reason?

Yang Ruoqing couldn't figure it out, and she didn't have the heart to think about it for the time being, because she was really dry at the moment.

When she opened her mouth, she found that her throat was so swollen and sore that she couldn't make a sound, didn't this woman just say that she had a high fever all night? It is estimated that the tonsils are purulent and inflamed.

So, she raised her hand and pointed to the teapot on the table, and the woman immediately reacted.

"My Qing'er is thirsty? Okay, my mother will pour you tea. You obediently listen to your mother's words and lie back on the bed, the fever has just subsided, but you can't feel the wind chill anymore! ”

With the help of the woman, Yang Ruoqing lay back again, sat on the edge of the bed, watched the woman walk over and grab a clay tea bowl on the table, poured some tea from the teapot, brushed the tea bowl casually, spilled the brushed tea into the courtyard at the door, turned back to the table, and poured most of the bowl of tea again, then carefully brought it to the bed, and sat down sideways on the edge of the bed.

Yang Ruoqing wanted to reach out to pick it up, but she didn't expect the woman to take a step and reach out to grab Yang Ruoqing's lower back, help her sit up straight, and then bring the tea bowl to her mouth, and said softly: "Come, mother feed you, Qing'er drink slowly, don't choke." ”

Yang Ruoqing secretly smiled bitterly, this woman is really used to children, such a big girl, she has to bring tea to her mouth.

Don't they all say that the children of the poor are in charge of the house at an early age?

This family is so poor that it can't live in it, but it is still used to the child to death like this, and the tea is brought to the mouth, which sooner or later has to be abolished!

Yang Ruoqing is really a little unaccustomed to this kind of serving tea, in her previous life, she was an orphan, and she was adopted by the organization after wandering on the streets, and received all kinds of cruelest training.

From childhood to adulthood, she has been a person everywhere, and in the face of everything, she has already developed an independent character.

It's just that, my body is sore at the moment, and it's a newcomer, so let's follow the local customs.

Under the woman's service, she drank three full bowls of tea, and her burning throat was finally a little more comfortable.

"Yo, I'm sweating, it's a good thing!" Sun touched Yang Ruoqing's forehead, the worry on his face faded a little, and said with a smile: "Your father will go to the town to get you medicine at dawn, and I guess it's time to come back before lunch." Qing'er sit and don't move, my mother will twist a handkerchief for you to wipe your face. ”

Yang Ruoqing nodded slightly, and watched the woman turn around and go to the corner of the wall, where there was a simple wooden shelf with a clay pot on top of it, and a half-used handkerchief on the side.

Yang Ruoqing watched the woman soak the handkerchief in the water, twisted it vigorously, and turned her head from time to time, pursed her lips and smiled at Yang Qiuyu on the side of the bed, Yang Ruoqing was a little distracted.

This is not a dream, I fell into the sea after the crash, and I was not drowned, but I traveled to a poor ancient peasant family, and there is such a mother who loves him.

She closed her eyes and opened them again, her eyes returning to their usual calmness.

Since God has given herself a chance to do it all over again, she has to seize it well, live a new life, and live a different wonderful life!

This side has just put the veil on the face, wiped half of it, and the door of the wing room "Bang!" The sound was slapped away from the outside, and before the figure entered the house, the angry shouting and scolding had already come in.

"The third family, what are you hiding in the house grinding? A large family's clothes are rubbed and they don't go to the pond to cross the water, they are piled up in the basket and rotten, and they all work in the field bare-chested? ”

At the same time as the voice suddenly sounded, Yang Ruoqing clearly felt the woman's hand in front of her tremble suddenly, and her sallow face showed a little fear.

Look at the door of the wing room, an old woman is standing there holding the wooden door, with a tiger face, sparse eyebrows, and a pair of eyes when she looks at people, as if she is staring at you. He has a collapsed nose, thin lips, gray hair combed behind his head, a bun is tied, a silver hairpin is inserted, and he wears a silver round earring on both ears.

Short, sleek, dressed in a new set of dark gray cloth, with small, apparently wrapped feet, stood there like a thin compass nailed to the ground.