An Qing stared at the woman with blank eyes.
The woman sighed deeply, came over and touched An Qing's head, and muttered as if talking to herself: "What your father said is right.
But you can hide it, but your sister What to do, but your father is gone, and your mother has to go back to the village to deliver the message, otherwise your father will not be buried in the ancestral graves in the future, and he will be a lonely ghost in the future."
The woman said, staring at the sleeping baby, with a look of sadness on her face.
More intense.
"Trigger the mission to protect your sister, protect your family, and you can accept the plot."
A mechanical voice came from An Qing's mind, making her startled, and then she looked at the woman and the baby with some confusion.
"I don't want you to leave.
It's dark and there are wolves.
I'm afraid."
She didn't receive the plot, but triggered the task.
Obviously the task was directly related to returning to the village, so she deliberately showed a look of fear and pulled the woman's arm. , begged softly.
Because of An Qing's pleading, the woman subconsciously looked outside and found that it was already dark.
She sighed: "I'm confused, how can I go back when it's dark?"
The woman said, patted her forehead, and exhaled.
Perhaps because it was getting dark, or perhaps because she heard the growling in her stomach, the woman finally thought of cooking, but in An Qing's eyes, the meal was not considered rice.
Because what a woman calls cooking is to boil a pot of thick green and black vegetable soup in a dark pot, put it into a bowl full of holes, and hand it to An Qing.
The vegetable soup was steaming and had a slightly bitter taste.
An Qing was looked at by the woman.
Although she was not hungry, she could only frown and take a sip.
She found that the taste was not as bad as she thought, so she endured it slowly.
Drink it slowly.
When the woman saw An Qing drinking the vegetable soup, a flash of relief flashed in her eyes.
Then she drank the remaining vegetable soup in front of the black pot using the broken bowl An Qing had used.
Maybe because she had cried enough, maybe because she was desperate.
After the woman ate, she didn’t cry again when she saw the man’s body.
She just packed up her things silently and found a torn mat.
That night, the woman covered the man's corpse with the shabby mat, then took An Qing and the baby to sleep on the only kang.
This was the first time An Qing slept with the corpse when it was not the end of the world and war.
A kang, this kind of alternative feeling, gave her an indescribable feeling, which was both sad and satisfying.
She knew that this was the emotion that belonged to the original owner.
The woman cried all day during the day and was very tired at night.
After a while, she fell asleep.
An Qing took advantage of this time and began to absorb the plot.
The original owner's name is Su Anqing, and she is a miserable child, because her parents were married not because of love, but because of business.
Fortunately, in that transaction, the original owner's mother was protected by the original owner's father, allowing her to live in the world.
In the following years, he was spared some vicious covetous efforts, but sadly, those cares were short-lived.
After the original owner's father passed away, the original owner's mother wanted to rush back to the village where the original owner's father was so that the original owner's father could return home for burial.
People from my father's village were taken back after identifying themselves, and the tragedy that belonged to the original owner's family began.
The village where the original owner's father lived was a very backward and very poor village.
When the men in the village grew up, most of them were singles because of their poverty.
In order to allow the village to thrive, the village established a rule without rules of human nature tgt ttrgt: