Liu Yixiang's worry just started, and then, a trance appeared in her heart.

Rhubarb, who is it?

Why is it so familiar?

Familiar scenes flashed through her mind, and she just wanted to see what it was, but her heart seemed to be clouded, and she couldn't get rid of it, and she couldn't see what it was.

Liu Yixiang was stunned at the empty jungle, and suddenly, the picture in front of her changed.

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Dilapidated thatched huts, baby girls, old people, and noisy villagers.

All of this brought her a very familiar but strange feeling.

Liu Yixiang's clear eyes became dazed, and she looked at everything that happened in front of her in a daze.

watched the birth of a slap-sized baby girl, and watched the mother of the baby girl who was pregnant for ten months die of dystocia, followed by a heavy and solemn funeral.

As soon as the funeral was over, she watched the man with stubble come out of the thatched hut, with red eyes, sunset and sunset. Sometimes he was drunk all night long, and he didn't even look at his delicate and lovely baby, but entrusted her to the care of the old man in the house.

She watched as the depressed man fell into the river due to alcoholism and suffocated to death.

She wanted to remind him and save him, but found that she couldn't make a sound or move no matter what, so she could only be a bystander.

The next day, the villagers found the man who had fallen into the river, rescued him, and quickly notified the old man in the dilapidated thatched house.

The old man seemed to be getting older, bent his waist, looking at the man who was white and wrinkled by the river, smoking dry tobacco one after another, silent, his face gradually becoming gloomy, not knowing what he was thinking.

The villagers began to scold the baby girl for being a mourning star, an ominous, and a freak.

The longer they scolded, the old man's face became more and more pale.

Liu Yixiang wanted to smooth the wrinkles between the old man's eyebrows, so she thought about it, tried to move, and found that she could move, so she really did it.

Even she still can't make a sound.

No, to be precise, it was what she said, and these people didn't seem to hear it.

She stepped forward, her round fingertips caressing the old man's eyebrows.

What I touched was not the warm touch I imagined, it was cold to the touch and very unreal.

As if he couldn't see her, the old man bent down and wanted to pick up the dead man on the ground.

A thin and old man, where can he hold a man who has been immersed in the river all night.

It took a lot of effort to hold the man in his arms, and his face turned red, but he only supported the man's back.

Then, the man slipped to the ground again, and the old man propped him up again and again to sit upright, trying to pick him up, but he had no strength, but he could only let the man slide to the ground again and again.

The surrounding villagers wanted to come forward to help, but the old man stopped them.

When the villagers saw the old man's appearance, the ugly shouting and scolding gradually stopped, and the atmosphere became heavy.

For some reason, Liu Yixiang's heart was a little sad, and she always felt that it shouldn't be like this.

The old man was still unwilling, sweat waded through his pale sideburns, and tried many times, but he still couldn't pick up the man.

She saw something dripping from the dry ground, and it became wet.

Eventually, the old man gave up and put his head on the man's stiff and cold chest, tears streaming down his cheeks, "My son ......"

Liu Yixiang's heart seemed to have been caught by something, and her heart was sullen and uncomfortable.

The villagers retorted and tried to help the poor old man once again, but no matter what they said, the old man just didn't agree to help him.

The wrinkled face looked gray, dragged the man's feet, gritted his teeth and walked in the direction of home.

dragged a long water stain on the ground, just like Liu Yixiang's mood at this time, stunned, as if shrouded in shadows, out of breath.

She stepped forward and lifted the man's shoulder.

He suddenly appeared in mid-air, and the surrounding villagers seemed to be unable to see this strange scene at all, and followed the old man silently.

Liu Yixiang looked very dazed, ignoring this weirdness, Mu Ran followed the old man back to the thatched house.

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Then there is the support of the spirit, the guard, the funeral, how many days the old man kept watching, Liu Yixiang accompanied him for many days.

After the funeral was completed, the old man finally couldn't hold it and fainted.

Liu Yixiang stepped forward very nervously, picked up the old man horizontally, and put him on the bed, so anxious that she didn't know what to do.

This old man, as soon as she saw it, had a very cordial feeling, although she didn't know him, she just couldn't help but want to get close to him.

Not only did she forget the rhubarb, but she also forgot everything, she couldn't remember Linshui Village, she couldn't remember Liu Chenxing, she couldn't remember the thatched house that carried her joy and happiness, she couldn't remember her mother who had a difficult birth, and she couldn't remember her father who went with her mother.

I can't remember the system, and I seem to have forgotten that I was a monk.

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She anxiously went out and wanted to ask for help, but everyone she held couldn't see her, couldn't hear her, and passed by her.

Liu Yixiang was so anxious that her mouth frothed.

It was still the village chief who was worried about Liu Chenxing, so he came over to take a look, and saw that his face was discouraged, so he hurriedly invited Lang Zhong, which saved his life.

After Liu Chenxing woke up, although he remembered that the baby was his granddaughter, he would never care about her again except for feeding her every day.

One of them sat aside, silent all day, and did not go around the village, but ran back and forth in the fields outside the thatched hut, farming, resisting hoes, cooking, smoking, and being in a daze, every day.

Liu Yixiang is like this, watching the baby grow up here in the thatched house.

One-year-old, two-year-old, three-year-old, like an old man who learns, has no innocence and liveliness of a child at all, and is bored in the house all day long.

Sometimes, over the course of a year, the grandfather and grandson have spoken no more than five sentences.

Gradually, the little girl became more and more silent, no one taught her how to speak, she couldn't speak, only hummed...... Yes...... Hmm

When the girl was five years old, the old man finally gave up and walked around the village.

The woman in the village said that his granddaughter was a bad star, and she ignored the old man beside her, saying that she had killed both of her parents, and that one day she would kill the old man himself.

Liu Chenxing's face became more and more gloomy when he heard this, his lips pursed and his face calmed, and he didn't say a word.

So, the little girl's suffering began on this day.

The old man has one more activity every day, that is, he beats and scolds the little girl.

When it hurts, the little girl will only make a muffled sound with no meaning.

I don't cry, I don't laugh, I just stay numb in the corner.

In the beating and scolding all day long, Liu Yixiang felt very sad, she seemed to have become the little girl, she was the little girl.

The little girl feels pain, she will feel pain, the little girl is stuffy in the corner, but she feels very wronged in her heart.