C2

The new Son of Heaven had ascended the throne for three years, and was even more diligent in governance. The entire nation was gradually becoming clearer and more resourceful, and the strong and the rich and the commoners were living in peace and happiness.

Within Niu Village, there was an inconspicuous, poor little village. Almost all of the houses in the village were thatched houses, the rare blue brick houses stood out.

This village was even poorer than the last one. It was located between several large mountains, and there was only a muddy path that led to a small town in the distance.

Qimu was currently sitting on the bed in the most remote and most dilapidated thatched cottage within the Niu Village. The scene that entered her eyes caused her head to hurt so much that it felt like it was about to split open when she woke up.

She remembered as if she were dead, and the sound of the plane exploding, and the screams and cries of those so-called noble people had woken her from her sleep, and she remembered more deeply the proximity of death and the pain of physical injury.

Where is she now? Where is this? What was going on? Was she dead or alive? Qimu's face was expressionless. Her eyes were deep and probing, but there was also a trace of unease in them.

Unfathomable scenes kept appearing in her mind. She had never experienced them before, but it was as if she had experienced them personally. Her emotions were all real.

She clenched her fists, breathing a little harder.

After sitting there for a while, Qimu finally managed to move. Her head was still aching, but it was much better than when she woke up.

As her mind gradually cleared up, Qimu began to observe her surroundings.

Based on her many years of habit, under such strange circumstances, unless Qimu had a clear understanding of the situation, she wouldn't act rashly and give others information.

This was a somewhat dilapidated wooden house. However, it was kept fairly clean, which showed the temperament of its owner.

Besides the big bed that Qimu was sitting on, there was also a slightly smaller bed on the left. Qimu estimated that the big bed could accommodate 3 adults and the small bed could accommodate 2 adults.

On a triangular wooden shelf was an ancient, wide-mouthed wooden basin. Several towels were draped over the wooden basin, each strip of which was of an unknown color. Next to him was a three-level cabinet that held bottles and jars.

There was also a table. One of its legs was supported by a flat stone and two wooden boxes were placed side by side.

Qimu lifted the thin old quilt and got off the bed. She walked straight out and the door creaked open.

The sunlight followed Qimu's movements, gradually shining onto her face and body. The warm feeling slightly comforted her, making her feel uneasy.

Outside the house, Qimu found a water jar and picked up a wooden spoon that was hanging beside the water jar. She scooped up a spoonful of water and looked at the reflection in the water.

It was a face she had never seen before.

What about her face? Who is this?

Qimu's heart became increasingly anxious and restless.

After a while, she lowered her head, cleared her emotions, and raised her head again, staring straight at the sun in the sky. The sun was still as before, hot, hot, and full of life, causing her eyes to hurt, and her pupils to constrict, causing her to squint slightly.

There was light, and it would hurt. This was the feeling of life!

Her face had changed, but she could still think and move.

Wasn't this — she was still alive.

Although it was, in another way, it was — well, it was good.

There are a lot of things that she hasn't done yet...

And that person, she hadn't met him yet …

However, it was possible, it should be possible, it should be possible, and it would never happen again … This was a distance that was separated by thousands of years.

In the end, she still failed him. The person that she had never met before, the person that she did not know of, the person that made her yearn for him.

If he knew that she borrowed a person's body and her soul was reborn, he would probably be happy for her, right?

He would say, Qimu, wherever you are, I'm right behind you.

Hadn't he always done that?

At that moment, an extremely tenacious life force suddenly erupted from Qimu's thin and small body. Her eyes were firm, containing traces of disbelief, joy, and longing.

Qimu lowered her head, reflecting her pretty face in the water. Within the rippling water, one could vaguely see her childish and thin face.

This was a small face that had yet to grow.

Qimu was very satisfied with her pretty face. She smiled at the reflection, and the girl in the water smiled along with her. The beautiful curve of her lips was pleasing to the eyes.

The current her was beautiful like the moon and flowers, beautiful like jade, and had an extremely developed body. She was like a beautiful woman, and when Gu Panpan looked back, she attracted the attention of countless men.

At this moment, her small face could not be considered beautiful. Compared to the current her, it was like the clouds and mud in the sky. However, as Qimu looked at her face, she did not feel particularly awkward.

Qimu was deep in thought when she heard a somewhat anxious and caring voice. It was a woman's voice.

"Mu, why are you up? Quickly go back and lie down, are you feeling unwell?! "

A woman dressed in sackcloth saw Qimu standing outside the house from afar. She ran towards her and wiped the sweat off her forehead.

Qimu turned her head and saw a woman dressed as an ancient peasant woman. She opened her mouth unconsciously and shouted with a weak and trembling voice,

"Mother."

Qimu was frightened herself so much that she didn't even want to open her mouth.

His heart inexplicably flashed with guilt and fear.

This, this should be, this body, the original mother.

As the woman approached, she touched Qimu's forehead with her rough hands. Qimu took a few steps back out of habit. Her hands trembled slightly as she held the wooden spoon.

The woman's thoughts were meticulous and she noticed Qimu's abnormality. Her brows slightly furrowed as she spoke with a tone full of worry and gentleness,

"Mu, do you still feel uncomfortable? It's all your fault, Mother. Quickly come into the house and lie down."

After saying that, she held Qimu's hand and walked towards the place where Qimu had woken up.

Stunned, Qimu followed the woman. Staring at the hand that was being held, the feeling of being held and the warmth that came from it, something suddenly flashed through her mind.

It was a little uncomfortable and a little warm.

Qimu sat on the bed while the woman squatted down to take off her shoes. The shoes were pink and washed clean. Even though there were two small holes in the front, they were still tightly sewn together.

According to the original owner's memories, this shoe was specially made for her by her mother when she was eight years old. Although it was old and worn out, she was still very precious.

As Qimu thought of this, she felt a little sad. It should be the original owner's mood. She lowered her head and thought like this.

"Lie down a bit longer. Mom will go cook, and after that, your dad and your little brother will be back."

The woman instructed softly. Worried that Qimu wouldn't be able to lie down properly, she continued.

"I can't get off the bed and walk around randomly. I have to take care of my body."

The woman looked at Qimu affectionately. She always felt that her daughter was a little dazed today. She didn't like to talk and was not as stubborn as usual. She was afraid that it was due to her illness.

Sensing the genuine concern of the woman, Qimu nodded and smiled before lying down.

When the woman saw this, she tucked Qimu in and covered her tightly with the blanket. Then, she took out a jar from the cabinet in the room and left.

Qimu felt the woman's gentle movements, but she didn't open her eyes, as if she was unconscious.

In his heart, there was a warm current flowing slowly.

It's time to take care of her current situation, Qimu thought.

Coincidentally, the original owner of his body was called Ye Qimu, which was said to have been given to him by a reclusive monk. At that time, he told the original owner's parents that the child had to have this name, or else he wouldn't be ten years old and would pass this life and death trial.

Isn't it? Coincidentally, the girl was still more than half a year away from 10, so he had passed through her.

Qimu who didn't believe in ghosts and gods used to believe in ghosts and gods. But now, she did believe in him. Wasn't she just a living example?

The original owner's father, named Ye Dazhuang, had been honest since a young age. He had a big brother, Ye Dateng, who was a straightforward person. He also had a younger brother, Ye Yiming, whom he had taken care of since he was young.

The mother of the original owner was called Yang Lili. Her parents were still alive and she had a few siblings.

The original owner's original name was Ye Jinhua, and his cheap father said there were green leaves, red flowers, and gold. The original owner's original name was Ye Jinhua, and his cheap father said there were green leaves, red flowers, and gold.

Qimu suddenly felt grateful towards the monk.

He thought, if someone called him Golden Flowers Golden Flowers, then Qimu really would …

The original owner was the eldest daughter of the family, and beneath her was her younger brother and sister. The younger brother and father were on the field, and the younger sister …

Qimu's heart hurt again when she thought of this. She rubbed her heart as an image appeared in her mind. The original owner cried for days after sending her sister away.

Could it be that this house was a house that valued sons and daughters? Qimu thought with sorrow.

That shouldn't be, since his mother was still very nice to him.

Was it because his cheap little brother wasn't here that he was so good?

Qimu sighed lightly as her vision flashed past. The scenes of her and that family's life in Shanghai …

Sleep a little longer, she thought, and her head began to hurt again.

Memories of the two flashed through his mind.

Qimu lay quietly, her brows furrowed from time to time as she tried her best to digest the extra information in her head.

There was a price to be paid for teleporting.