Chapter 1 Song Xinyi becomes Song Xinyao

Boom boom.

"Why is it thundering again?" At three o'clock in the morning, in the dark room with the curtains drawn, the face of a miserable white person illuminated by the light of a mobile phone looked a little weird. Song Xinyi complained quietly and pulled the quilt upward, her fingers continuing to tap on the keyboard of her mobile phone.

The patriarchal family of origin only gives themselves 200 yuan a month, living in this metropolis, even two days of food is not enough, in order to live, she has to do WeChat purchasing, when will the boxes of contact lenses piled up in the rental house be sold out? She thought and sighed.

Recently, Song Xinyi found that the more she stayed up late, the more energetic she became, and sometimes she was also wondering if she was about to become an immortal, and she was not sleepy when she studied during the day and swiped the screen in the circle of friends at night, looking at the agents in the circle of friends who took screenshots and transferred money, she was very envious.

She looked at it, and suddenly her heart was beating faster and faster, she just felt that she was a little wronged, and the grievance caused her physiological reaction to be abnormal, but her heart was beating faster and faster, and there was some pain in her chest, and suddenly her heart was beating violently. Song Xinyi closed her eyes like this.

"Damn, you won't just die, will you?? Don't, those contacts I stocked haven't been sold yet, I'm going to lose money! The transparent soul cried out silently.

"I'm so sorry, I won't just die suddenly because I stayed up late. If I lived again, I wouldn't stay up late!! I cried!! ”

Suddenly, there was a tingling pain in front of his eyes, and the white light around him penetrated directly into his eyes through the slit in his closed eyes, and there was a shout in his ears, as if coming from an empty place, getting closer and closer, closer and closer.

"Song Xinyao!" "Song Xinyao! Wake up. ”

Well??? Song Xinyao? Who, too, can't name it?

Is this name, country love?

Song Xinyi tried hard to open her eyes and scanned the surroundings, a wooden table, one, a wooden chair, a wooden board under her, and the little girl next to her, one.

What are you doing? Do you play ventriloquism? Is it just "one person, one table, one chair, one fan, one ruler"? Song Xinyi complained with her only language skills. Then she realized that there was a problem, and she... Crossed?

It's good to have crossed, but I'm still alive anyway... Song Xinyi comforted herself and subconsciously pinched her palm, huh? Hard? This familiar feel? Cell phone?

Song Xinyi raised her body slightly, turned her head sideways and glanced to the side, oh yo, it's really a mobile phone!

"Woo!!oooooo Dabao!! You're awake!! The cry of the girl next to her suddenly became louder, and her body pressed directly on Song Xinyi's body, and she coughed a few times.

"Woo woo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pressed you, did you just wake up and drink some porridge?" The girl said with a sobbing voice, as she got up and helped Song Xinyi up.

Forget it, let's think about it later, now my brain is dizzy, and I can't think of anything even if I think about it. Song Xinyi shook her head and took a sip of porridge along the girl's hand.

Well... This hot water is boiling well.

What kind of porridge is this? There are less than ten rice grains in a bowl of clear water, if this can be called porridge, how can those soft and sticky authentic porridge live...

"Thank you, what do you call you..."

"Woo woo, Dabao, why did you forget me." Not to mention, this girl started crying again, Song Xinyi thought humbly, how to coax this...

"Dabao, didn't you cry in your head... I'm Zhao Shishi, five years older than you, I've taken care of you since you were a child, and I grew up together... Woowoooo

"Alas... Sister Shishi, I... I'm a little dizzy, can I be alone for a while? Song Xinyi pulled the corners of her mouth downward, looking like she was about to cry, pitiful.

"Uh-huh, okay, you rest, I'll go boil some hot water for you, and I'll give you some hot water if there are still a few buns in the kitchen." Zhao Shishi got up and walked out as she spoke, and thoughtfully closed the door.

Song Xinyi sat on the wooden bed, her expression was very serious, but her inner drama was very sufficient.

What's going on! Crossed over! also crossed over to a girl named Song Xinyao! This family is too poor! She tried hard to recall the memory of the original owner, but the more she thought about it, the more her brain hurt, and all she vaguely remembered was the reason why the original owner cried.

This is an empty dynasty, with their own barren historical knowledge can not find a trace, they were brought back by this poor but kind couple, not biological, but because the family is too difficult, the male owner of this family died early because of overwork, and it was only last week that the long-ill hostess decided Song Xinyao's marriage, this fiancé who has never met is a foreigner, living here, it is said that the living conditions can barely be fed and clothed, but compared to this family, It's so much better. It's a pity that yesterday suddenly a rumor spread throughout the village: Song Xinyao's fiancé has a hidden disease!

The people in the village were not very literate, but this kind of gossip was loved by everyone, so the rumor spread more and more, from people whispering behind their backs to pointing fingers in front of them, and even women who chewed their tongues came to their homes and pretended to cry.

This blow was too big for the hostess, and she was in a hurry, and it didn't help to invite Lang Zhong, and finally died on that stormy evening yesterday.

And Song Xinyao also cried all night because she couldn't bear such a blow, and finally because of the lack of oxygen in her brain, she didn't catch her breath and followed.

In this way, Song Xinyi inexplicably came to Song Xinyao's body and continued to live instead of Song Xinyao.

"This is too miserable," Song Xinyi expressed great distress about what happened to the original owner.

She held the mobile phone in her hand and secretly decided: Song Xinyao, since you gave me a second chance to live, I will definitely live up to you, I must take advantage of this opportunity, and I will also help you bury your unburied old lady, so you can go with peace of mind.

Suddenly, she felt lighter, and her heart was a lot lighter, so she secretly exhaled.

Then lowered her head to study the mobile phone, although she crossed over and brought her modern mobile phone, but the page has changed a lot, that is, there is only one WeChat icon in the center of the screen, she clicked on it, the page jumped directly to the circle of friends, and the purchasing ladies of the circle of friends are still updating WeChat, but how to send a message in the dialog box of chatting with people can't be sent.

Song Xinyi sighed, it seemed that she couldn't get in touch with her friends over there, so her thoughts of going home disappeared a little.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, it must be useful to walk through herself and hold the phone in her hand, so can she buy something in the circle of friends? Song Xinyi tentatively saved a picture of a proxy purchase of A beauty in the circle of friends, sent it to A beauty, and sent it with the only remaining 99 yuan transfer on WeChat, and the other party showed that she had received money, but Song Xinyi sat on the bed and waited for a long time without any change, so she sighed in disappointment. "Alas, it's all a lie, the only money I have left in WeChat......" he rubbed his chest similar to apple pie as he spoke, feeling very distressed.

"Squeak", the wooden door was pushed open, Zhao Shishi held a shoddy ceramic plate in one hand, there were three things similar to buns on the plate, and a cardboard box wrapped in a black plastic bag in the other, and said to Song Xinyi with a puzzled face: "Dabao, I don't know who threw a box at the door, I looked very strange and took it in, who gave you something?" ”

Oh my God!! Song Xinyi almost screamed, it was really okay! The courier can really mail it! But she tried her best to hide her excitement, for fear that the subtle surprise would be discovered by Zhao Shishi, so she coughed lightly and said, "Cough, Sister Shishi, you can bring me this black box, I'll take a look, maybe I asked someone else to bring it for me before, but I can't remember it clearly" While saying, Song Xinyi pretended to have a headache and rubbed her temples.

"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you, don't think about it, lie down and rest for a while, remember to eat the buns after you finish reading this box, I just heated it on the stove." Shishi said that he put the white porcelain plate in Song Xinyi's hand, and then carefully put the express box at Song Xinyi's feet.

"Oops, I'm so stupid." Song Xinyi secretly scolded in her heart, obviously she knew that her family was so poor, and she had just woken up, Zhao Shishi must have been by her side without a moment of rest, she had just woken up, Shishi was busy making porridge and hot buns, she must have not eaten a mouthful of food, and then looked at her lips, they were almost dry and cracked, she must not have drunk a mouthful of water. "Alas... Why did I forget to care about Sister Shishi, who has been taking care of me. ”

"Sister Shishi, thank you" Song Xinyi raised her head and looked at Zhao Shishi's eyes sincerely. "Don't, Xinyi, although I have always regarded you as a sister, but according to your identity, you are still my miss." Zhao Shishi blushed, and there was a shy smile in her already watery eyes.

"Okay, okay, they all say that you are my sister, let's be sisters in the future, don't be a young lady or a young lady, you have taken care of me since I was a child, and I have always treated you as a relative." Song Xinyi said emotionally, in fact, it is indeed the case, according to the memory of the original owner, when Song Xinyao was three years old, the family was not too difficult, not only can maintain food and clothing and some surplus money, the couple is kind-hearted, once in the bazaar, I met a seven-year-old girl who wore linen and filial piety but had no money to bury her parents, and gave a copper plate for a while, and asked her to bury her parents. volunteered to be a slave and take care of Song Xinyao, who was only three years old at the time, this girl is Zhao Shishi, so Song Xinyao and Zhao Shishi have basically eaten and lived together and grown up together for more than ten years, so it is reasonable for Song Xinyi to call "sister".

Zhao Shishi's eyes were red, she held back the rolling tears, touched the left side of Song Xinyi's face with her rough hand, barely hooked the corners of her mouth, wanted to say something but swallowed it back, leaving only a long sigh.

"Okay, Sister Shishi, go and eat," Song Xinyi couldn't get used to this sad scene the most, so she laughed and broke the sad atmosphere, took out a bun from the plate, and then stuffed the white porcelain plate containing two buns into Zhao Shishi's hand.

Zhao Shishi nodded heavily, stuffed the ragged linen quilt covering Song Xinyi's body into the corners of the quilt, and turned around and walked out of the room.

Song Xinyi didn't notice anything, now all her thoughts are on this express box, she doesn't know that in this era of dignity and order, there are very few examples of masters and servants treating everyone equally, and Song Xinyi's approach has cultivated a right-hand man who is willing to die for her in the years to come.

Song Xinyi carefully looked at the express box.

No address, no sender's name, no tracking number. This is simply a "three no" product... Song Xinyi was really powerless to complain, so she couldn't wait to open the express package.

Well... It's not bad, the product is the product, except that the way it appears is a little peculiar, but it is indeed the goods sold by the young lady in the circle of friends, Song Xinyi clicked on the screen again, clicked on the WeChat icon, and checked her wallet balance, the goods arrived, and the money was less.

Song Xinyi began to have pain again, but she still had a harvest, at least she found a product that she could receive from the circle of friends. She rubbed her chest as she thought as she comforted herself.

In the end, it was joy that defeated the sadness of having no money, she took the bun and took a hard bite, and then stared at the bun with her eyes wide in disbelief.

It's not that this bun is ugly, it's that this bun has no filling. Steamed buns without stuffing are soulless, which is the same as eating rice noodles without rice noodles, and eating egg fried rice without rice.

Song Xinyi collapsed on the bed in frustration, chewing the bun without filling in her mouth.

Wooden houses, small villages? Buns without stuffing, torn clothes? How does this work? Let me, an urban college student from the modern era, change all that!