As soon as the Ji Da sounded, the daughter-in-law made a brilliant appearance!

Zhu Qingan carefully held the little rabbit in her arms. At this moment, she felt extremely at ease.

I don’t know why, but I was so excited just now, but now that I am hugging my beloved, the excitement has slowly calmed down.

Zhu Qing'an felt the gradually steady breathing of the girl beside him, lowered his head and gently inhaled the fragrance of Zhi Nian's hair, which was the smell of his own shampoo.

What seems to be different is that the smell of shampoo is also mixed with the girl's faint body fragrance.

Smelling this scent of peace and happiness, Zhu Qing'an also fell asleep.

-

Zhi Nian lives in the mountains and she doesn't have any friends.

The seven-year-old girl had never been to kindergarten and didn’t even know what a kindergarten was. She was surprised to hear the name.

It seemed like her birth was a mistake, and everyone disliked her except her mother.

Zhi Nian is seven years old but is still malnourished and looks like a four or five-year-old child. He has never had enough to eat since he was a child and has always had many illnesses.

Zhi Nian didn’t know what she was doing. She just looked at the plastic bottle in her hand and felt it was so familiar.

The plastic bottle was half filled with ants, and because the remaining half was water, she just remembered it.

Dad came home today and seemed to be drunk. Every time this happened, mom would give her a bottle to play with.

Every time Dad comes home, Mom becomes very unhappy.

But she still pretended to be calm, smiled and gave Zhi Nian an empty bottle, asking her to go outside to fill it with ants, and she could only go home after the bottle was at least half full.

When Zhi Nian went out, he heard his mother's voice coming from inside.

"Nian Nian is about to turn eight, and she has not yet attended kindergarten. She has not received any enlightenment, and school will start in a few days. Don't you plan to let her go to the first grade?"

Dad's voice rang out, "Why go to school! Girls are just a waste of money. Just get married in the future. Why study? There's no money!"

"No money, no money, you always have no money! It's always the same excuse! Don't you need money to smoke and drink? Look at whose children are almost eight years old and still haven't started school..."

There was a fierce noise inside, and Zhi Nian hid outside the house, not daring to go in.

Because mom said Nian Nian should be a good and obedient child, and mom said she can only go home after filling the bottle, otherwise mom will be angry.

Because he had installed it so many times, Zhi Nian's speed today was particularly fast.

Zhi Nian looked at the sky and was very happy that she was running so fast today. She trotted home to share this with her mother as soon as possible.

But when she opened the door, she found her father hitting her mother hard with a stool.

Zhi Nian took a step back in fright. Blood was dripping from the corners of his mother's mouth, and her red lips were slowly opening and closing.

"Don't come over here, hurry...go away!"

"Looking for...Grandma..."

Zhi Nian held his breath, his eyes full of disbelief, tears welled up in his eyes and dripped onto the back of his hand, the burning temperature was frightening.

Is her father going to beat her mother to death?

Looking at his mother's lip movements, the obedient Zhi Nian quickly ran away to the mountain to find his grandmother and go home.

After hearing this, grandma was also very anxious. She was old and her legs and feet were not very flexible. Zhi Nian ran forward anxiously, but when he saw that grandma didn't catch up, he ran back to pull her. His little face, which was not even the size of a palm, was crying pitifully.

Even so, it was still late.

My mother was beaten to death and buried in the mountains.

In the days after his mother left, Zhi Nian fell ill and had a fever for several days in a row, calling for his mother all the time.

The child, who was already skinny, now looks even more pitiful.

Grandma felt sorry for Zhi Nian and took him home to raise him.

Every night after Zhinian fell asleep, he would cry and call for his mother.

My grandmother would cry whenever she heard this, her life was so miserable.

After Zhi Nian recovered, his grandmother used her own subsistence allowance to send him to school. Whenever Zhi Nian had time, he would run to the mountains to accompany his mother, as his mother was too lonely there alone.

-

"Mommy mommy..."

Zhi Nian frowned in her sleep, her tears wet the pillow, and she kept calling for her mother unconsciously.

Zhu Qing'an was startled, then looked at Zhi Nian who was in great pain, and looked at the tearful little face in the moonlight, and suddenly felt heartbroken.

Zhi Nian's hands were tightly grasping the quilt, as if he had a very painful dream.

Zhu Qing'an hugged Zhi Nian gently and patted his back continuously, like comforting a crying baby.

"Don't cry, Nian'er, don't cry, Nian'er is the best..."

As Zhu Qing'an spoke, he lowered his head and gently kissed Zhi Nian's face, her delicate eyebrows, her closed eyes, and the dripping tears.

She licked them clean one by one, and then kissed her straight nose and soft lips over and over again. Zhu Qing'an kissed them gently.

She didn't feel impatient at all until Zhi Nian was gradually calmed down and his hands that were tightly gripping the quilt gradually relaxed.

Zhu Qing'an reached out and grabbed her hand, and their fingers were interlocked inside the quilt.

-

Zhi Nian seemed to hear a familiar voice in her dream. She was crying at her mother's grave. Why was everyone bullying her? She missed her mother so much.

She wanted to dig up the grave and go to heaven with her mother.

But suddenly a voice came from somewhere, telling her not to cry, saying that she was the best child.

She is not a good kid! She doesn't want to be a good kid!

But that voice was so gentle and familiar that Zhi Nian couldn't help but hold his head and recall it.

Suddenly I looked down at my hand that was digging the grave. It was so small. The stone had cut a small cut on my little finger, but it was bleeding a lot.

This! This is not her hand!

Here! It's her hand again!

The voice continued, "Nian'er, don't cry. Nian'er is the best..."

Zhi Nian looked up at the sky, and the blood from his fingers dripped onto his mother's grave.

Yes, this is her...

She is who she is...

"elder sister."

Zhu Qing'an was patting Zhi Nian's back, and when she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly heard Zhi Nian calling her sister in her dream.

She responded subconsciously and then hugged Zhi Nian tightly.

"Be good, Nian'er, your sister is here."

-

Zhi Nian was indeed exhausted during this period and had not had a good rest.

Although she changed her bed, the people around her and the familiar scent made her feel safe.

So Zhi Nian slept very soundly and did not notice anything unusual.

When I woke up, I saw that my nightgown was only lifted a little, but overall my clothes were intact.

She didn't think much about it, but just thought about the dream she had last night. Zhi Nian looked up at the ceiling and finally couldn't help but sneered.

Zhi Nian raised his right hand towards the window where the sunlight was coming in. There was a long and thin scar on his little finger, which had turned white now. The wound was not big but it was exactly the same as the one in his dream.

She thought she was on a mission, but many of her memories had been buried. It turned out that she was reliving her own life.