"It hurts." Waves of pain spread from his fingers to the pit of his heart, as if he was being poked by the tip of a knife. Su Liu hissed and slowly opened his eyelids.
The first thing you see is the high roof beams, the dense gray black tiles inlaid with a light-transmitting glass, spiders in groups, and a small spider weaving and crawling hard.
This? Su Liu blinked. Is this a dream? This is not her new home that has just been renovated. She closed her eyes and opened them again. The little spider was still crawling. Suddenly it turned over and hung for a long time.
The spider silk fell down a foot.
Su Liu let out a frightened cry, turned over and sat up, but was stimulated by the pain in his hand and screamed.
Looking over, I saw circles of yellow bandages wrapped around my left hand, and the throbbing pain came from there.
Did you cut off your hand? Why do you feel pain in your fingers?
"Liu'er."
Before he had time to take a closer look at the hand wrapped in a torn foot binding, Su Liu was attracted by a hoarse voice. Following the sound, he saw a man of about three years old wearing a patchwork old cloth dress and a hairpin in a traditional costume.
A woman of ten stood by the door.
Seeing this woman with a haggard face, Su Liu's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition arose from the bottom of his heart.
Su Liu watched blankly as the woman approached with a large ancient bowl. Steam was rising from the bowl. When she glanced over, the black juice and an unpleasant and strong medicinal smell hit the tip of her nose.
"Liu'er." The woman put down the big bowl, looked at Su Liu and shouted again, took her hand, tears fell down, and cried: "Why are you so stupid? If anything happens to you,
What should I do if I want a mother?”
While the woman was crying, she lightly beat Su Liu's arm with her hand and continued to chatter intermittently. Su Liu was completely stunned after hearing this information.
"You, wait..." Su Liu grabbed the crying woman's arm and asked hurriedly: "You said you are my mother?"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Su Liu was stunned. Although the voice was a bit gravelly, it was childish and not at all like his own magnetic voice!
Looking at her body and arms, although she was not a child, she was definitely not an adult. Her heart began to panic, and her eyes were looking around for things in the room.
Ignoring the dilapidated furniture and wooden cabinets, Su Liu finally found a bronze mirror on the wooden cabinet beside the bed where he was sitting.
Shaking off the woman's hand, she quickly crawled over on her knees, grabbed it, and immediately screamed, throwing the bronze mirror in her hand to the ground.
In the blurry bronze mirror, a girl about twelve or thirteen years old was reflected. She had a sallow face and thin skin, with disheveled hair. A pair of big phoenix eyes were particularly prominent on her thin and pointed face. This was not herself at all. She, Su Liu, was a young girl.
Is it good for a mature woman over twenty-eight years old?
What's going on? Is it because of her ominous nature that she encountered such a time-travel rebirth in novels and TV shows that even a three-year-old would not believe it?
Farke!
The woman was so frightened by Su Liu's actions that she forgot to cry. She looked at her with horror and asked, "Liu Liu'er, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me, huh?"
Su Liu looked at the anxious woman, who claimed to be her body, Su Chen. Her mouth opened and closed, and she wanted to say that I am not your daughter, but in the end, the words came out of her mouth.
But it was: "Isn't this *** a TV series? Oh my God, what kind of bloody time travel are you doing!"
