The cold wind whimpered in his ears, and Yang Qiqi suddenly opened his eyes.

With the pain and suffocation of being pierced by the cold sword in her chest, she sat up and looked at her chest subconsciously. It didn't matter what she saw, she was so surprised that she was clever and cold from the inside to the outside.

His body seemed to be the size of seven or eight years old, and his hands were extremely small, dry and bloodless.

She was shocked in her heart and thought to herself: What's going on, am I not dead?

She looked up in horror and looked around. The room was dilapidated, with a square table and two wooden benches, lying on a mud kang by himself.

This scene—

The door was suddenly pushed open, and a cold air swept in, and Yang Qiqi shivered from top to bottom. Her mother, who had already been an ancient woman, appeared in front of her at this moment.

How is this possible, she returned to the Yang family at the age of eight, married into the Marquis of Anping at the age of sixteen, and was twenty-eight years old when she died, and her mother had been dead for twenty-one years.

But in front of her, she was clearly twenty-one years ago, in the dilapidated house where the mother and daughter lived in Nagano for seven years.

Yang Qiqi's eyes were full of horror, as if he had seen a ghost, and he was speechless. If she goes to hell now, she shouldn't be like a child. But if this is a near-death hallucination, then everything in front of you is so realistic that it is weird.

Seeing Yang Qiqi's stupid appearance, Wen's heart was sour, and he stepped forward and put his hand on Yang Qiqi's forehead, and said, "It's no longer burning, okay, it's okay." Wen said, crying with joy and taking Yang Qiqi into his arms.

In front of her, when she was seven years old, she was pushed into a snow cave and woke up after being unconscious for three days and three nights. That night, Wen died in a quarry next to the exile camp.

Yang Qiqi thought of this, suddenly excited, his heart was shocked and painful, hugged his mother tightly and did not let go, "Mother ......" her heart was extremely sour and desolate, with deep grievances, crying bitterly.

Wen's heart was sour by her crying, and immediately hugged Yang Qiqi tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

The mother hugged her head and cried for a long time, and Wen cheered up, wiped her tears for Yang Qiqi and said, "Don't cry, your body is still weak." I'm going to cry like this, my eyes are going to cry. I haven't eaten for three days, so I'm hungry, right? There's porridge warm on the stove, I'll fetch it for you. ”

Yang Qiqi was deeply disturbed, hugged his mother and said repeatedly: "Mother, I can't eat at all." Don't go, you just look at me, don't go anywhere! ”

Wen looked at Yang Qiqi's nostalgic expression, held Yang Qiqi in his arms, and said with a smile: "Good, good, good!" You're such a big kid, and you love to be spoiled like this. ”

Yang Qiqi's eyes were gloomy, and he nested his head in his mother's arms. Although she didn't know what was going on right now, her mother was really right in front of her, and she couldn't let anything go wrong with her.

Wen gently stroked Yang Qiqi's back and said softly: "The body has not recovered yet, sleep for a while." ”

Yang Qiqi felt exhausted from top to bottom since he opened his eyes, and now every nerve in his body was extremely tense, and he didn't dare to close his eyes at all, "No, I don't sleep, and my mother can't go anywhere." ”

Wen smiled and agreed: "Don't go anywhere, your mother is here to accompany you!" ”

After all the previous experiences, Yang Qiqi was already physically and mentally exhausted. Now in the warm embrace of my mother, it is rare to feel a little relieved. It wasn't long before his eyes closed unobedience.

By the time she woke up again, her mother was no longer in the house. Yang Qiqi's heart jumped, and he was so frightened that he turned over and sat up, and called loudly: "Mother, mother!" ”

It was extremely quiet, and no one responded. Yang Qiqi buzzed in his head, immediately climbed off the bed, didn't have time to put on his shoes, and rushed out of the room.

It was already twilight outside the room, Yang Qiqi took the wind lamp by the door, and walked in the direction of the quarry in his memory.