Chapter 2 Who am I?
Pang Ya is a fool, everyone in the village knows it, and he also knows that she can't understand what he said, and he is talking nonsense.
The picture is just that after saying it, I feel a little relieved.
There seemed to be a smell sticking to his fingers. He wiped them on his body in disgust, then stopped looking at the thing that was trying hard to move under Fat Ya's cloudy eyes, and sullenly took out the wild things in his schoolbag. He threw the hawthorns away without leaving a single one, then he bent down to pick up the books scattered on the ground, brushed off the dust on them, carefully put them into his schoolbag, snorted, and strode towards the village without looking back.
I had just walked to the pond dam when a muffled sound of "Poof!" suddenly came from behind me, like the sound of something heavy falling into the water.
He stopped in his tracks and his heart suddenly sank.
Immediately, the panicked and confused shouts of the villagers rang out from behind: "It's terrible, the fat girl can't think about it, so she threw herself into the pond to die..."
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Under the old locust tree in the yard, Mrs. Sun rolled up her sleeves, revealing her two thin arms, squatting next to a large wooden basin and immersed in scrubbing the clothes in her hands.
There are more than a dozen people in Lao Yang's family. Except for a few old ones and young ones, they all work in the fields. These clothes are thick and difficult to wash, and they can shake off several kilograms of yellow mud when they are taken off. After soaking in the water, a large basin of water was immediately stirred into a pot of yellow mud soup.
Normally, Ms. Sun would carry her clothes to be washed by the pond at the entrance of the village. The water in the pond was flowing from Mianniu Mountain behind the village to the east. She can also wash the dishes for lunch at home.
But today is different. Qing'er rescued her from the pond yesterday afternoon, pinched her and poured ginger water on her. Her life was saved, but she was not in good condition.
She had a high fever in the middle of the night last night and talked nonsense most of the night. She and Qing'er's father didn't sleep a wink all night, so they stayed by the bedside. As soon as it got light, Qing'er's father went to the village to look for him. Uncle Fu, an old Chinese medicine doctor, heard that Uncle Fu went to a town thirty miles away yesterday evening. When Qing'er's father came back and talked with her, they both felt that the disease could not be postponed.
Qing'er's father went to discuss it with Grandpa Qing'er, and drove the family's only ox cart to the town to grab medicine.
The autumn harvest has been busy these days, and all the young laborers in the family have been sent to the fields to harvest rice, so naturally she will go too.
But Qing'er was so ill that she really couldn't let go, so she had to beg Qing'er's grandmother to let her stay at home and do the housework. This morning, she cleaned the yard, shoveled the pig pen, washed the pots and dishes in the kitchen, fed the chickens, ducks and the pig in the backyard. Now she brought the whole family's clothes into the yard to wash them. .
This morning, she went into the house several times to take a look. Every time, she touched Qing'er's head and fed her a few sips of tea. The child was burning like a charcoal stove all day long. Similar.
Sun absentmindedly wrung out the water from the clothes in her hands and threw them into the bamboo basket aside. Then she randomly picked up a piece of dirty clothes from the pile of dirty clothes at her feet and threw them into the basin. Started scrubbing.
A sallow and thin face was filled with worry. From time to time, he looked up at the sun that was about to reach its head. He pricked up his ears and listened to the rumble of the bullock cart coming from the front yard, from Changping Village to the nearby area. Qingshui Town is more than thirty miles away. Qing'er's father has been there for almost two hours. I guess it's time to come back, right?
After hastily rubbing her clothes, Mrs. Sun stood up, wiped her wet hands on her body, turned around and hurriedly walked towards the west wing behind her.
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When Yang Ruoqing woke up, her whole body was sore and her head was still buzzing.
She had just completed an A-level mission and was on the return helicopter.
This is the last mission of her agent career, to send an antique calligraphy and painting to an underground toy auction center in Las Vegas.
After completing this order, her agent career will come to a perfect end.
However, the plane encountered severe strong convective weather over the Pacific Ocean. At the moment of the crash, she vaguely remembered that a green light suddenly flew out from the calligraphy and painting and penetrated into her body. She fell into the sea, and the cold seawater rushed in from all directions...
She struggled in the seawater, trying to grab a piece of aircraft debris floating beside her, her head Finally emerging from the water, fresh air rushed in, causing her to cough violently and sit up straight.
The sudden intrusion of light made her eyes sore.
He squinted his eyes slightly, and when the pain in his eyes faded, he slowly opened his eyes.
What comes into view is a low and dilapidated house with a thatched roof and cracked walls made of yellow mud. There is not a single decent piece of furniture in the house. There is a faded picture in the corner. In the wardrobe, there was a teapot on the table with a chipped corner, and two clay tea bowls with their mouths chipped. The only stool was missing a leg, and it was supported by a few clay bricks underneath.
The floor inside the house was bumpy and damp, and the smell of mold mixed with the urine from the chamber pot beside the bed filled the house, making her stomach churn.
Without cold sea water and no plane wreckage, where is this place that is too dilapidated to be inhabited?
Could it be that she was floating on the sea and was rescued ashore by kind-hearted fishermen?
It’s just that in the 21st century, looking around the world, even the indigenous African people can’t find such a poor place to live, right?
Her eyes swept to a wooden door over there, and wisps of light filtered in through the cracks in the broken door. She opened up the damp and patched quilt covering her body, and was about to get out of bed and go to the door to ask. , his eyes caught sight of a pair of cloth shoes of an indistinguishable color placed in front of the bed, with two holes on the toes.
She shook her head slightly, thinking that having a pair of shoes was better than going barefoot. Just when she stretched out her feet to put on the shoes, something incredible happened.
These fleshy and swollen feet were obviously not her feet.
She was born with a pair of small and exquisite feet, as cute and clear as white jade, and her toenails are as healthy and cute as pink scallops.
But the feet in front of me are rough and thick, and the nails may not have been taken care of for ten and a half days, right? It was dark inside, and the nails were torn off in two places.
Then, she discovered that her hands were not her original ones.
She is an agent and a top international killer. Years of training have left a thick layer of calluses between the fingertips of her hands. But she is a hand control, so even though her fingertips have calluses, the rest of her hands are well maintained, white, smooth, and as delicate as jade.
As for the hands in front of me, the fingers are as thick and short as radishes soaked in water, which is very vulgar.
She touched her facial features again, and based on her feeling, this face was not her own.
What's going on?
who is she?
Who am I?
Where is this?
At this moment, a "creak" sound suddenly came from the quiet and dark room, and the dilapidated door opened a gap for a person. Then, a figure hurriedly opened the door and came in from the outside.
(End of this chapter)