C1 Getting into the Grass

"Hahaha... In the end, death comes for everyone. Look at this, it's the downfall of the Sheng family. You reap what you sow..."

"The Shengs are destined to have no descendants. I want to see what you have left."

"..."

Nanzhen felt her mind was foggy, with someone constantly making noise, driving her crazy. She had just been studying an ancient wooden fish and ended up falling asleep. Who was being so annoying, disturbing her rest?

She tried to open her eyes but felt her eyelids were incredibly heavy. Moreover, she realized she was in a very cramped space... No, it felt like she was wrapped up like a cocoon.

When she finally managed to open her eyes, she was stunned. A straw mat was covering her face? And her hands and feet... No, her whole body was rolled up in the mat. What was going on?

As she started to understand, her mind was overwhelmed with memories that didn't belong to her. She had simply taken a tired nap and found herself in the 1980s, in the body of a girl named Sheng Nanzhen.

This girl had just died, and her family had wrapped her in a straw mat, planning to dispose of her... The original Nanzhen was only 17, with seven older brothers. As the youngest, she had lived a very pampered life.

Luckily, she arrived at this moment; otherwise, she would have faced death again, buried under the earth...

Two months ago, the original Nanzhen became infatuated with Shuxian from the neighboring village. A few days ago, during a heavy rainstorm, Nanzhen went to see Shuxian and met with an accident, drowning...

But it wasn’t an accident... She was pushed into the river and drowned, and the one who pushed her was her best friend... Tianjiao!

They called each other sisters and even shared the same room. In the countryside, space is limited and families are large, so some girls of the same age choose to share an old house. Nanzhen chose not to stay at her own home, preferring to sleep with Tianjiao.

When they pulled Nanzhen out, she was already gone.

...

Now, wrapped tightly in a mat, she couldn’t move even if she tried.

“It’s about time. I’ll take Zhen now,” a weary voice said.

“No, let me see Zhen one more time,” a woman cried out.

Nanzhen frowned slightly; it was the voice of her original parents.

“Axiu, the child is gone. Let her go peacefully,” Zhenbei said again.

Nanzhen struggled to move and called out, “Dad... Mom.”

“What’s that sound? I heard Zhen calling me.”

“Stop imagining things. Zhen is gone... she won’t be back.”

Sheng Nanzhen: "..."

They really want to bury her alive!

She wasn't sure if being buried would send her back to her own time. What if it didn't? That would be the end of her!

"Mom... it's me, Zhen."

"I hear it, it's Zhen, she's calling me. Step aside, my Zhen is calling me."

Sheng Zhenbei heard it clearly this time too; it was his daughter's voice...

Miao Xiu reached the edge of the straw mat, her face full of sorrow, and asked, "Zhen, are you reluctant to leave me, is that why you came back?"

"Mom... I'm not dead, this straw mat is binding me uncomfortably," Sheng Nanzhen quickly said.

"Really?" Miao Xiu was stunned for a second, then joyfully hugged the straw mat.