Twenty years ago, it snowed heavily in the nameless fishing village of Wu Kingdom, and the thick snow was up to 1 meter high, and the villagers wore thick cotton jackets to go out.

And Wei Ruoyun looked at the snowflakes in the sky, standing alone in the snow blankly, muttering, "Snow, it's so cold." "Am I not dead? I died in Luo Chunting's jealousy, died in a glass of Heding red poisonous wine, and went to Huangquan with my unborn child.

When Wei Ruoyun thought of this, her eyes turned red, as if she was about to shed tears. "Luo'er, what's wrong with you? Are you hungry?" At this time, a familiar voice and the sound of footsteps appeared in Wei Ruoyun's ears.

Wei Ruoyun only felt a bang in her head when she heard this voice, this voice is the voice of the mother? I'm not dreaming, right? Wei Ruoyun stiffened, turned his head to look, and saw Luo Mu standing not far from him, looking at himself worriedly.

Luo Mu seemed to be much younger, her hair was not gray, and her body bones didn't seem to be as weak as she remembered, Wei Ruoyun shouted in disbelief, "Mother, is it really you?"

"Silly boy, it's not your mother, who is it? Your father has prepared a meal, and when he is tired of playing, let's go back, it's cold outside, tomorrow is your eighth birthday, what kind of gift do you want? Luo Mu's eyes were full of tenderness.

"Mother!" Wei Ruoyun pounced on Luo's mother, crying like a child in Luo's mother's arms, how long has it been since she cried? I, Wei Ruoyun, have really come back? Back to when I was eight years old, back to when everything began? God, I hope this is not a dream, even if it is a dream, let this dream last longer.

There was still a faint smell of soaphorn in my mother's arms, familiar and unfamiliar with a touch of warmth, Wei Ruoyun's tears flowed even more fiercely, and she couldn't say a word when she cried.

"What's the matter, Luo'er, is the second cow next door bullying you again? Tell my mother, my mother will find them and I will definitely get justice for you." Don't cry, don't cry, let's go home, Luo'er. Luo Mu looked at Wei Ruoyun, who had never cried so fiercely, and was at a loss.

Wei Ruoyun wiped away her tears vigorously with her frozen red little hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay, mother, I just thought I would never see you again, let's go home, I miss my father, I'm so hungry." ”

"Eh, you stupid boy, isn't your mother here? Okay, your father made you your favorite fish stewed vermicelli, let's go home, oh~~ My little Luo'er is home. Luo Mu said happily, and the small body of Wei Ruoyun who was picked up walked in the familiar direction in her memory.

Wei Ruoyun looked at the small fishing village that had been blurred in his memory, and now he appeared vividly in front of his eyes again, and a strange emotion rose in his heart, not knowing whether to be happy or melancholy. Do you want to rejoice in your rebirth? Or do you want to be sad that the small fishing village is very poor, and the memory of the family's food is not enough every year, and maybe they will not survive this winter.

Passing through the corner of a well is Wei Ruoyun's home, a small thatched house, although dilapidated and not big, but it is full of memories of Wei Ruoyun's childhood, and a thing called happiness.

As soon as he entered the room and lay on the warm kang, Wei Ruoyun didn't seem to feel very cold, and a trace of warmth from the kang flowed into Wei Ruoyun's heart.

Luo's father is not the rich merchant in his previous life, he is still an ordinary fisherman, wearing coarse linen clothes, and his skills are excellent at making his daughter's favorite fish stew vermicelli.

Luo's father saw his wife bring his playful daughter back from outside, and said with a smile, "Ah, our crybaby little Luo'er is back again, look at your little appearance, are you crying outside again, lunch will be right away, don't cry, tomorrow you will be eight years old, a little adult." ”

Wei Ruoyun looked at Luo's father, who was 20 years younger, and her heart was mixed, like a jar of seasoning that had been overturned, not a taste.

In his previous life, Luo's father was very good to him before he was 10 years old, and he was a competent father, but after the age of 10, Luo's father became rich, so he changed his appearance.

There are groups of wives and concubines, they spend all day drinking, and they are extremely indifferent to themselves, and with the birth of the children of those wives and concubines, they are even more dispensable.

In the end, Luo's father failed in business, and those concubines left after collecting the money, not caring about Luo's father's life or death, only his mother and himself, helpless, and living on the streets, which led to the later tragedy.

Luo's father has good cooking skills, and the aroma of vermicelli and fish slowly permeates this small thatched house, Wei Ruoyun shook his senses from the memories, only to find that his stomach was a little hungry.

"Come, eat while it's hot, you're hungry. Father Luo brought a bowl of steaming noodles to Wei Ruoyun, his eyes full of pampering.

There is not much food in the family, and in order to make himself eat better, Luo's father also specially put fish and meat, which shows how determined Luo's father is, fish and meat can be sold for money, and it is the main income of the family.

Wei Ruoyun looked at this bowl of noodles, and suddenly figured it out, no matter what, he is my Wei Ruoyun's father, Wei Ruoyun looked at this bowl of noodles and showed a bright smile, "Thank you, Dad." ”

"Thank you, I'm your father, I should eat, eat quickly, only when you are full can you have the strength to grow taller. Luo's father touched Wei Ruoyun's little head, patted it gently, and went to prepare lunch for himself and his wife.

Because there is not much food in the family, Luo's father and Luo's mother eat brown rice, which is very difficult to eat, Wei Ruoyun eats this bowl of hard-won vermicelli, and her heart is heavy, the family is so poor, can you survive this winter?

Soon, a bowl of vermicelli bottomed out, Wei Ruoyun didn't even let go of the soup, and after drinking it, she felt a little hungry and flattened her stomach, a little better.

Because there is not much food in stock, so, in my childhood memories, it seems that there is no day to be full, and this bowl of small vermicelli is already the best food.

Normally, you can't eat it, because tomorrow is Wei Ruoyun's eighth birthday, and there are only noodles.

At night, today is the first night of Wei Ruoyun's rebirth, but Wei Ruoyun can't sleep at all, turning over and over are the scenes experienced today, the gentle voice of the mother, the doting eyes of the father, and the days of poverty at home are like a hammer, knocking on Wei Ruoyun's fragile heart again and again, and finally freezing in the bowl of fragrant vermicelli, finally letting Wei Ruoyun's heart slowly melt, turning into a pool of spring water, flowing through the limbs and hundreds of remains.

Wei Ruoyun raised her little hand and swore silently, I must let my family live a good life, definitely!

"Luo'er, the sun is on your ass, get up. Luo Mu gently patted Wei Ruoyun's little head, Wei Ruoyun rubbed her confused eyes, and when she saw Luo Mu's kind eyes, she realized that all this was true, I was really not dreaming, I was really reborn, back to twenty years ago.

Wei Ruoyun was still a little in a trance, quietly watching Luo's mother put on that cute little red cotton jacket for herself, and tied up two long pigtails.

"Luo'er, today is your eighth birthday, what do you want? Mother went to the town to buy it for you, didn't you clamo to eat sugar gourds a few days ago? When Niang came back, how about bringing you a string of sugar gourds?" Luo's mother gently took Wei Ruoyun's little hand.

Wei Ruoyun looked at Luo's mother's gentle eyes, and then remembered that Luo's mother didn't know how to fish, and usually went to the town to help big families do some chores to subsidize the family.