Zhang Ran had a bizarre dream, she dreamed that she had gone back in time, back to the time when she was framed as a broken shoe.

A lot of people were pointing at her, she was angry and arguing, and then she was pushed down and slammed into the corner of the table on the side, bleeding bright red all over the floor.

Not!

There was a sudden sharp pain in his forehead, Zhang Ran breathed a long breath of fresh air, and then opened his eyes with great effort.

A haggard yellow face suddenly approached, startling her.

"But you're awake? Why are you so stupid, why are you ...... Does your head still hurt? ”

With a familiar face and familiar facial features, is she going to heaven after death?

"Mom, I didn't expect that the first person I saw after I died was you, what about my dad, wasn't he with you?"

Faced with the end of his own death, Zhang Ran's heart was unexpectedly calm.

Since the infamy of the broken shoes on her back, there has not been a moment of peace in her ears.

The people in the village laughed at her, relatives and friends abused her, and teachers and classmates looked down on her.

Later, she was taken to the Gu family, but she still couldn't avoid the fate of being criticized behind her back.

After struggling to survive for so many years in a world full of strange eyes around her, she really felt so tired!

Now that she's dead, at least here, she's still with her parents.

"What nonsense are you talking about, you stupid boy?"

When Qin Yuzhen heard Zhang Ran's words, her heart suddenly jumped with shock.

Hiss!

An even more intense pain suddenly struck, and Zhang Ran's little face in pain was almost distorted to the point of deformation.

It seems that since she woke up, her forehead has been aching faintly, Zhang Ran was surprised in her heart, could it be that people still retain pain after death?

It doesn't make sense, didn't she drown, why did it hurt her head?

"Is your head hurting again? Mom will go get you some plasters to apply again. Qin Yuzhen tucked the corners of the quilt for Zhang Ran with her big belly, and then turned to leave.

Zhang Ran grinned as he watched Qin Yuzhen leave, and a strange thought suddenly popped up in his mind.

Isn't this the afterlife?

The quilt on her body was sticky, pressing on Zhang Ran's body like a sponge wrapped in water, making her uncomfortable for a while.

She sat up with a headache, her eyes involuntarily surveying her surroundings.

The black and heavy wooden frame bed, a thin layer of old cotton wool was spread under the mattress, and several slender straws extended to the edge of the bed through the bottom of the cotton wool.

It was very dark in the room, and things two meters away were almost indistinguishable, so Zhang Ran endured a headache and groped out of bed.

A rope hung not far from the bed, Zhang Ran pulled it in a ghost, and the room was immediately shrouded in a layer of faint yellowing light.

Zhang Ran turned his head to look around, the mottled earthen walls, the uncovered houses, and the layers of tiles on the roof were also clearly visible.

There is also a uneven and blackened wooden floor underneath, and you can make a crunching sound when you step on it.

Near the windowsill was a writing desk with a thick stack of books neatly stacked.

On the side of the writing desk stands a half-person-high vanity mirror, and on the four corners of the mirror are a few small red happy characters.

How can everything in the room feel more familiar the more you look at it, isn't it?

Zhang Ran covered her mouth in surprise, was she really guessed?

In order to confirm her conjecture, Zhang Ran didn't care about the pain in her head at this time, she walked to the makeup mirror in three steps and two steps.

The small makeup mirror just encompassed half of her body, and the mirror immediately reflected a pale and sickly little face: a delicate chin, big sparkling eyes, a pretty nose, and a bloodless but still touching cherry mouth, such a perfect face was almost like a masterpiece of God.

Zhang Ran froze in place, and the little face in the mirror also frowned, with the blood-stained gauze on her forehead, which added a bit of pity to the softness.

Zhang Ran gasped, the face in the mirror was indeed her face, but this face looked more than ten years younger!

There was a torn off calendar on the desk, and Zhang Ran couldn't help but look at the numbers on it, almost screaming in shock.

1983？

Zhang Ran looked at her slender hands blankly, did she really go back to when she was 15 years old?

Crunch.

The door behind him was gently pushed open, and Qin Yuzhen struggled to enter the house with a boxy medicine box.

"Ranran, why did you get up?"

Qin Yuzhen put the medicine box on the desk, and helped Zhang Ran's thin little body to sit down on the stool next to her.

Zhang Ran was like a marionette and let Qin Yuzhen fiddle with it, and she still felt very unreal about her returning to the age of fifteen.

Qin Yuzhen pulled another wooden stool and was just about to sit down opposite Zhang Ran, when the half-covered door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

A tall middle-aged woman rushed into the room with a fierce attitude, she stood at the door with her hands on her hips and her eyes breathing fire and shouted:

"Zhang Ran, you dead girl, hurry up and get out of the old lady, your little broken shoes hooked my son's soul and he was taken away by the village committee, the old lady is not finished with you!"