Wei Youran's head had some memories that didn't belong to her.

A pain in the back of her head irritated her nerves, and her ears buzzed.

"I don't care! I have to go to Liu Chunyan to settle this account! It's just that she plays leisurely! I'm going to go to the village secretary to sue her! ”

"Ozawa, you stop for me, don't make a mess yet, wait until you wake up."

Wei Jianguo looked at his granddaughter lying on the bed, his little face was pale, and he was not angry at all, he secretly touched the moistness in the corner of his eyes, and almost choked: "Ranran, my good granddaughter, you must not have anything to do." ”

Yubei Village is a small village in Lincheng, it is not easy for Wei Jianguo to pull his grandchildren alone, he is honest and honest, and he is worried that if he makes a big mess, he will not end up with any benefits.

Wei Jianguo seemed to think of something: "Xiao Ze, you go to Dr. Liang again." ”

Wei Ze ran out in response.

Wei Youran, who was lying on the bed, moved his fingers, only to feel weak, his eyelids were heavy, and it took a lot of effort to barely open his eyes.

"Yes! Ran Ran woke up, how did he feel? Hungry or not? Seeing his granddaughter wake up, Wei Jianguo was overjoyed: "You must be thirsty, grandpa will pour you a glass of water first." ”

Wei Youran took advantage of Wei Jianguo's efforts to pour water, looked around carefully, and looked at the mud wall in front of him, the small wooden table and small wooden chairs, and the old, slightly yellowed wall calendar hanging on the wall.

July 26, 1985

Wei Youran was full of excitement, eighty-five... Eighty-five years......

Wasn't everything in my mind a dream? Her heart skipped a beat, she looked down at her thin arm, and hurriedly went down to the ground to find a mirror.

In the mirror is one, pale, not yet faded immature little face, black hair draped under the shoulders, delicate little face is pitiful, but this is not her.

Wei Youran almost couldn't believe that she had become a 16-year-old child.

She is an emerging entrepreneur in the 22nd century, worth hundreds of millions, the youngest richest person on the list, and the last memory in her head, the plane crash!

Is she dead? Is this a rebirth given to her by God?

But look at the moment, there is nothing, only a farmhouse, two bricks and tiles, and she is still a yellow-haired girl.

"Hiss......"

The pain in the back of his head made Wei Youran grin and scream in pain, only then did he remember the cause and effect that happened to the original owner.

The entrance examination has just ended, and Wei Youran was successfully admitted to high school with excellent results.

Liu Chunyan, who has a good relationship with the original owner in the village on weekdays, insisted that she plagiarized, and the original owner was angry but scuffled with her, and finally Liu Chunyan hit the back of the head with a stone, passed out, and she woke up until now.

Plagiarism, if this black cauldron is really buckled on Wei Youran's head, then the village will definitely not let her study again.

She was a scholar in her last life, and she had the ability to never forget, although she didn't need to learn these knowledge, but she came to a strange environment and became a sixteen-year-old child, and she had to regain control of her life.

Wei sat leisurely on the bed, and that little face had a calm composure that should not have been.

She thought about it, eighty-five years and eighty-five years, in this era, to be admitted to high school, that is the pride and hope of the whole family, if she doesn't study, then the consequences she will face are probably to stay at home for a few years, and then she will be married to someone else, such a life is not her life at all.