Yang Zimei got out of the car and refused to let the waiter take her home, so as not to let her family ask questions, she might as well lie and say she was with the master.
Back at the door, my grandfather was discussing with my father about building an earth wall, my grandma was bending over to collect firewood, and my mother was sitting under the tree breastfeeding her sister. No one looked anxious.
When they saw her appear, everyone showed surprised expressions.[
"Niuniu, why did you come back from the old fairy so early today?" Grandma wiped her sweat and asked.
It seems that they thought that they had spent last night at the Taoist temple and were not worried at all. Instead, they were worried about themselves.
"Uh...you don't have to learn anything today, so just come back early."
Yang Zimei sat in front of her mother. After feeding her baby, she put her sister in the baby basket and asked her to help take care of it.
The sister who was full of milk held her fat little finger in her mouth and stared at her with dark eyes.
Yang Zimei stretched out his hand to touch his sister's cute little face, and her sister giggled, very happy, and kept raising her two little hands and making babbling noises.
Thinking of the tragic death of my sister in my previous life!
Her heart twitched!
In this life, she must prevent all this from happening, let her sister grow up smoothly, and call her sister sweetly.
"Big brother, big brother, something happened, something happened!"
Uncle Yang He walked in excitedly, shouting.
"What's the matter?" Yang Qing raised his head and asked in confusion.
"Liang Ruhua just fell into the lime pool and burned most of her body. Now she is being sent to the hospital." Yang He looked excited.
Liang Ruhua usually does things in the village, and everyone hates her.
There was no expression of gloating on Yang Qing's face. He just responded lightly and lowered his head to calculate how much material would be needed for the earthen wall.
Yang He was asking for trouble, so he left in frustration.
Yang Zimei remembered that in the last life, nothing happened to Liang Ruhua. Now she was disfigured by the lime pool. It was probably because she had disturbed the feng shui of their ancestral tombs.
Thirty minutes later, Yang He ran over again, shouting as if he had discovered a new world, "It's terrible. Something happened to the village chief. I just sent his wife to the hospital. The car suddenly broke down and hit the wall. I heard that he was also injured."
Already."
"Brother, do you think this is their retribution?" Yang He leaned into Yang Qing's ear and asked softly.[
"Don't talk nonsense, be careful of trouble coming from your mouth." Yang Qing warned.
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything anymore. I just saw how badly you were bullied by their family. I just wanted to make you happy. Really." Yang He saw Yang Zimei sitting beside him reading a book and walked over, curious.
Ask, "Niuniu, what book are you reading?"
Yang Zimei smiled slightly and said, "Look through it as you like."
"Ma Yi Xianjutsu?"
When Yang He saw the cover of the book, he bared his teeth and said, "Niuniu, I heard that you are studying with the old Taoist priest on the mountain. Are you learning these feudal superstitions of fortune telling? Come on, let's help uncle see how his luck is this year."
Yang Zimei remembered that in his last life, Yang He went to work in Shenzhen with others, buying and selling, making his first pot of gold, and even opened a large-scale wood processing factory, and he was doing well.
"Uncle, are you planning to leave home and go to Shenzhen to work?" Yang Zimei looked at him pretendingly and asked.
Yang He was very surprised after hearing this. These days, he was restless and always thinking about going out for a living, but he had never told anyone about this idea, not even his wife knew about it. He couldn't understand what Yang Zimei was doing.
How did the five-year-old Niu Niu know? Was it really her face reading?
