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Chapter 1 started in **** mode?
1992.
December of the lunar calendar, winter.
Two major events that caused a sensation in the city happened in Huicheng.
The eldest son of the wealthy family Yan died young.
Taifeng Real Estate CEO Song Yueliang was in a car accident.
The incident involved two well-known figures in the upper class, and various newspapers and news media rushed to report.
The news spread in a short period of time, and everyone in the city knew it.
Adds a touch of weirdness to the city that is approaching the end of the year.
In the old industrial area in the north of the city, a small figure dragged a dirty snakeskin bag and struggled out of the alley.
This winter in Huicheng is very cold, with the biggest snowfall in ten years.
The whole city is covered in silver and white.
Because the bag was too heavy, it left a long trail on the snow.
As the New Year draws near, factories, enterprises and organizations in the city begin their annual holidays, and there are people rushing to buy New Year's goods everywhere.
The children followed their parents, cheering and cheering, their little faces full of excitement and anticipation for the New Year.
Such a lively scene seems out of place for the little baby standing alone in the alley.
After standing still for a while, the little baby lowered his head and continued to drag the bag with all his strength, because of the effort, his little face turned red unnaturally.
"...Did you read yesterday's newspaper? The Yan family, a top rich family, is so rich! I didn't expect their son to die of illness at such a young age. He was only twenty-nine years old, right?"
"What's the use of having more money? You can't buy Lord Yan. But one of Jun's youngsters is born, and he left without being able to finish the years. It's a pity."
"What is there to be regretful about? In terms of youth, isn't the CEO of Taifeng Real Estate younger? A car accident, just like that."
"You mean Song Yueliang? That's a ruthless person! A relative of my family who works at the police station said that she drove her car into the car of the CEO of the Song Group! They are going to die together! There are three people in the Song family car, now They were all lying in the hospital, not knowing whether they were alive or dead!"
"Hey, what kind of deep hatred wants to kill someone's family? Song Yueliang is really ruthless!"
"Isn't it? She has a name in that circle, Yasha, and she's known for being ruthless and crazy!"
A few women in front of them are carrying baskets and walking here with their children chatting.
The little boy subconsciously dragged the snakeskin bag to the side of the aisle, fearing that it would block the way of others.
However, it was still a little slower, and a corner of the snakeskin bag rubbed against the shoe of the little boy who walked up to him.
"Damn you little beggar! Don't you have eyes when you walk?!" The woman with fashionable curly hair immediately picked up the little boy, cursed and kicked the snakeskin bag away.
The little baby was still tugging on the mouth of the bag with her small hands, but was deflected by this force, staggered and fell on the snow, and there was a burning pain in her knee, which was only wearing single pants.
The mouth of the snakeskin bag was also loosened, and bottles and cans rolled out of it, and some stacked old newspapers and waste paper were exposed from the hole in the bag body.
"My son's shoes are new, and they cost 30 yuan! Can you afford to pay for them if they get dirty?"
The little doll seemed a little slow to react, and it took a while to get up, ignoring the pain in his knee, and looked at the little boy's feet in a panic.
A pair of beautiful shoes, very new and clean, only some mud on the edge of the sole.
"No, it's not dirty..." the little baby said timidly, her voice was waxy and soft.
She looked to be only five or six years old, and she was wearing a shabby and thin flowered jacket. The jacket was already short and could barely cover her stomach.
Only a pair of gray trousers were worn on the lower body, and a pair of sandals with broken straps were glued on again and again.
The little doll's face and lips were purple from the cold, and she stood there timidly, dragging a snakeskin bag taller than her.
Because the small face is too thin, the already round eyes look bigger, dark and ignorant, but extremely clear and clean.
Those were a pair of eyes that softened one's heart just by looking at them.
A woman who was traveling with me pleaded, "Forget it, forget it, don't worry about it with a child. Don't we have to rush to the grain and oil store to buy oil? There are many people queuing up there, and I'm afraid we won't be able to buy it if we go late."
Thinking of rushing to go shopping, the curly-haired woman glared at the little doll, and stomped on the snakeskin bag on the ground as she left.
"Okay, okay, let's go!"
The little doll stood where she was, staring blankly at the little boy who was held in the arms of the curly-haired woman, her eyes flashed with envy, and after a while she turned around and squatted down, distressedly filling the empty plastic bottles and glass jars on the ground. Into the snakeskin bag.
She picked up these things for many days before she picked them up, and she can exchange money with Uncle at the scrap station.
After she sells these, she will be able to eat steamed buns today.
I won't be hungry again.
The waste station is a little far away, the little baby is dragging the bag and staggering on the snow, the unnatural blush on the meatless cheeks is getting deeper and deeper, and the head is also dizzy.
The feeling of lack of strength became heavier and heavier, and the little doll couldn't hold it anymore, so she squatted down next to the electric pole by the roadside.
Worried that the snakeskin bag would disturb others, she used her last strength to bring the bag in front of her.
Xiaoxiao leaned softly against the electric pole, closed her eyes gently, and habitually held the small black stone hanging around her neck with her little hands.
The sky is getting darker a little bit.
The sky is snowing again.
The street is still lively, with lights and festoons everywhere, beaming with joy.
A gust of cold wind whizzed by, and a newspaper blown from nowhere hit the little baby's feet.
The page facing up has two news stories side by side, reporting the anecdote of the wealthy Yan family and the boss of Taifeng Real Estate.
Men are handsome and elegant, while women are flamboyant.
The little baby didn't move.
She curled up under the telephone pole, her small body was already stiff and cold.
The little baby also died in the cold winter of Huicheng.
In the void, a mechanical sound sounded.
【Di—The host is reborn, the Shifang system is activated, and the binding is successful—】
1990, June.
The noon sun is so poisonous and hot that it is dazzling.
Little Wa'er's head was in a daze, she didn't know where she was, she just felt her arm was being pulled by someone, it was so painful.
She struggled to open her eyes, and a figure from behind appeared in her field of vision.
The woman is tall and strong, wearing a brand-new floral shirt, long trousers, and a low ponytail behind her head.
The other party was dragging her up the mountain.
The little baby's eyes widened suddenly, with fear in them.
Even after a long time, she still recognized the person in front of her at a glance.
"Mom, mother?" The little baby murmured in a panic, calling out that strange name.
The woman paused and turned around.
The sun shines through the dense trees on the mountain, and the fine light and shadow hit the woman's face, revealing her long face and high cheekbones, as well as her fierce and cold eyes.
She looked at the little baby, and slowly smiled, "Big girl, there is a beautiful flower over there, and my mother likes it very much, go and pick it for me."
The little baby looked along her finger, and there was an unknown flower blooming on a cliff not far away, caged in the scorching sun and swaying in the wind.
The scene of deja vu made her stop moving, and fear grew densely in her heart.
In the hot June, the little baby was cold all over.
"I'm asking you to pick flowers for me!" The woman's voice was sharp, she picked up the little baby and threw it towards the cliff.
The little baby was like a kite with a broken string, its thin and thin body was thrown over the cliff, and fell straight to the cliff behind.
Her eyes were wide open, and as far as she could see, above was the cold smiling face of the woman after she succeeded.
At the same time, a voice suddenly sounded in her mind.
The boy's voice is extremely irritable—
【Hell mode at the beginning? ! I am Nima! 】
The new book is here, it is the story I want to write, I hope you will enjoy reading it. Like a little collection Oh ~
(end of this chapter)
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