Ding Lan was supported by three women and stood at the gate of the courtyard, crying in the direction of her husband's coffin.

"Old Xiao, you just left like this, leaving our mother, hurt and injured, little one, how can you let us live!"

"Aunt her, don't cry, the family is still pointing to you, if you have something, what will happen to this family?"

"Yes, her aunt, don't cry, you don't feel at ease when you go away."

The three women were persuading Ding Lan, and the top of their heads snorted, "Don't cry, Lao Xiao hasn't been sent to the ground yet, and a female baby smashed on his coffin." I can't send it to the town's health center at this time, so I quickly went to Dr. Lao Li and showed her if she could be saved? ”

When I looked up, I saw two men carrying a girl, rushing past them in a hurry, leaving the person on the bed in the house and running away.

The three women followed and ran into the house, Ding Lan wiped a handful of tears, and couldn't care about crying, she almost fainted when she saw it.

"What's going on? Lao Xiao just sent it out, why did he bring back a half-dead girl, what kind of bird oolong? ! ”

"Aunt her, it's important to save people, I'll go and find Lao Li, don't touch her, wait for Lao Li to finish reading." One of the women ran away.

The remaining two looked at Yang Xiaoxi worriedly.

"Aunt her, this thing is not good, what if you can't save yourself from dying in your house?"

"The point is, I don't know who this baby is."

"Ah, what then? Carried out and thrown away? Ding Lan was scared by the two neighbors, their family couldn't withstand any toss.

Aunt Ma pulled the hair off Yang Xiaoxi's face, wiped the blood and dirt, and was startled, "Hey, why do I look at this baby so familiarly, quickly fetch water to wash her face, I must know who she is." ”

The two women were busy.

Three days later, Yang Xiaoxi woke up suddenly, with a splitting headache, "Hmm! She snorted unconsciously, holding her head to endure, waiting for the pain to fade a little, her vision slowly cleared, but everything that came into her eyes made her stunned.

"It must be an illusion." She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, nothing changed in front of her.

"Me? Not dead? She stared down at herself with wide eyes, a patched short-sleeved coarse cloth blouse, cropped pants with holes, not popular but torn, and her exposed calves and feet were black, thin, and resembling skeletons.

She raised her hand suddenly, small, thin, all coated with herbs of blood, Yang Xiaoxi was sure, "Hahaha, I really lived, but this is not me." ”

Inside, the mud walls were pitted, the wooden windows were black, the skin was broken, and the hard clay kang under the buttocks.

"Can you be a little poorer? God, this is decades? It looks like my grandmother said in the seventies and eighties. ”

Yang Xiaoxi looked at everything in the room in surprise, thinking that she was a dignified undercover hero in the new era, known as a ruffian hero, plus a Hades harvester. Among the enemies of the underworld, he was not killed by the underworld, but died at the hands of a pair of scumbags and, Made! It's a wretching idea to think about. What's even more unexpected is that she is alive again, and her soul has returned to the old society, attached to a little poor body, which is really incredible.

It's better to die than to live, no matter what, maybe God rewarded them for the pity of the original owner and her loyalty to the country.

"You're awake!"

A cool and low voice sounded, Yang Xiaoxi looked up, and there was a tall, handsome young man standing at the door. Dressed in a half-worn cyan military uniform, she limped with a molting white porcelain jar in her hand and a marble-like expression.