"You dare to say that I am in trouble. Damn it, Death Stick, I will let you get into trouble today! Brothers, beat her to death!"
A man with a scar on the left side of his face, bulging eyes, and a sinister face pointed at a thin woman in old clothes who was lying in front of him timidly, and yelled angrily!
"Spare my life!" The earth-colored woman hugged his legs and begged, "Forgive me for not knowing anything. I was wrong. Boss Huang, you are blessed with good fortune and wealth..."
The man took his foot away from her hand, lifted it up, kicked her over violently, and stepped hard on her chest with his big foot wearing leather shoes. Several ribs were broken. The pain made the woman curl up all over, and her eyes were filled with pain.
The horror is getting worse.[
"You don't know anything, and you still dare to come out and pretend to be a magician? Today, I will kill you for Tian Xingdao. You guys will be beaten to death by me, and then you will be dragged to the back of the mountain to hide you!"
*
“Niuniu, Niuniu, Niuniu—”
A familiar and sad cry came to Yang Zimei's ears, like a soul calling.
Mother?
She died, so she could see her mother who died early?
She tried hard to open her eyes, and what came into her eyes was the thin, haggard and anxious face of her mother, Huang Xiuli. Next to her was her father, Yang Qing, who was wearing thick myopia glasses. In addition, there was another man sitting on a chair, trying to look dignified.
The skinny grandfather Yang Bai and the grandmother Zeng Hui holding the baby.
Is she...really dead?
Therefore, can we see our grandparents, parents, and baby sister who have become undead?
She looked up towards the roof.
The worn tiles, the dark mud brick walls, and the dim interior were all exactly the same as when she was a child. It was so amazing!
"Niuniu, are you awake?"
Her mother, Huang Xiuli, looked at her blinking black eyes and cried with joy. She reached out and held her tightly in her arms, her voice choked with sobs...
This temperature!
It's real!
She even clearly felt the heartbeat and breathing coming from her mother's chest.
If it were a soul, would it have these?
She opened her eyes blankly, and her gaze fell on the calendar beside her——
March 26, 1992?[
Is this the day of her fifth birthday?
how so?
Did you dream it?
She raised her hand, only to find that her hand was very short and very small. When she looked down at her body, she was also very small. She was wearing the little floral dress sewn by her grandma herself.
she……
What's wrong?
"Mother……"
She spoke up and found that her voice had become very childish, with a milky sound.
"Niuniu——"
Hearing her cry, Huang Xiuli was so excited that she burst into tears, "Great, great, you finally woke up, I scared my mother to death!"
This situation is so familiar!
She remembered that when she was five years old, she fell seriously ill and had a high fever that led to coma. When she woke up, she remembered what her mother said.
She looked at her father, Yang Qing, who was taking off the heavy glasses from the bridge of his nose and gently wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes.
Grandma Zeng Hui was clasping her palms together excitedly to thank the Bodhisattva.
Grandpa Yang Bai breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at her, stood up, and walked out the door...
Everything is as if it were the same day again!
She pinched her little arm quietly, and it hurt.
I really wasn't dreaming, nor did I become a dead soul, but I was back to when I was five years old, and my life was starting over!
*
Thinking of this, she was so excited that she cried.
Her mother hurriedly hugged her, caressed her back, and kept comforting: "Niuniu, don't cry, mom is here!"
When she heard this, her heart skipped a beat——[
In her last life, when she was six years old, her family was suddenly ruined and she was full of troubles!
This time, she was reborn as five years old, one year before the tragedy began!
Will she continue to repeat the tragedy of her previous life?
