Rebirth Autumn Returns to the Countryside

Ding Guihua was not at home at the moment. She couldn't sit still. She forced herself to eat something and then took Zhenbang to wait at the gate of the yard. She had a lot to say to her daughter.

I didn't cry this time. I just couldn't control the trembling when I greeted my daughter. I stared at her without blinking, as if she would disappear if I blinked.

Old Lady Leng was very confused: "What are you two doing? You don't need to kiss like this when you see each other every day, right? Aren't Qiu'er's mother's fingers still wrapped? Doesn't it hurt to hold Qiu'er so tightly?"

A series of questions proved that the old lady also cared about the mother and daughter, but Ding Guihua refused to give up and followed them from outside the yard to inside the house, from the back room to the backyard and the greenhouse.

Leng Yanqiu was not used to this kind of following. In fact, her mind was still confused. Why did her mother suddenly wake up? Was it related to her inability to enter the small world?

Her trouble is that she seems to have forgotten a lot, and cannot completely close the gap between her past and present lives and the three hundred years of cultivation in between. Many people and many story links are vague, and there are even gaps, with causes but no effects, and effects but no causes.

How did the three hundred years of cultivation begin? As soon as she appeared in her memory, she was a teenage girl, without a father, a mother, or protection, working as a lowly kitchen servant in a mountain gate in the cultivation world...

The past cannot be retrieved. Ding Guihua suddenly choked up and said, "Qiu'er, Mom had a very long dream."

The mother and daughter were standing by the grape trellis. They had just picked a crop of Cabernet Sauvignon not long ago. Ding Guihua hadn't opened the bottle of wine yet, and a new crop of grapes had grown out, with small grapes like mung beans.

"You dreamed that the space expanded, right? You can plant more of what you want to plant and raise more of what you want to raise. This is a good thing. Why are you crying?"

Ding Guihua's eyes widened, tears falling faster: "It's enlarged, no, I want to talk about that dream. I dreamed that you followed my old path, didn't even finish junior high school, got a diploma, went to a technical school, and got married!"

Leng Yanqiu: Why am I feeling cold all over? I have this memory, but it is the most tragic story I don't want to recall.

Ding Guihua's tears were about to burst. Just recalling a dream made her feel so miserable: "Mom dreamed that you were bullied, always bullied, and, and--"

She really couldn't continue describing, so she cried uncontrollably, and the bandage on her hand turned into a handkerchief, which was already half wet.

A girl who has no parental protection and is timid by nature and used to being bullied will inevitably be bullied. Living with a man without any status and position will not have a good ending.

Leng Yanqiu's voice was filled with resentment, a very slight resentment, because she knew that such complaints were meaningless: "What about you? Didn't you in the dream ever know that she was bullied?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry—" Ding Guihua changed her posture, squatting on the ground and crying, "I didn't know, I really didn't know. When you were in elementary school, I secretly went to school to see you. Your grandma told the teacher in advance that we couldn't meet, saying that I would take you away. Your teacher said she couldn't bear the responsibility—your grandma came, grabbed my hair and told me to get out, saying that you would be better off and more successful without me..."

That scene emerged in Leng Yanqiu's eyes. Yes, this was also a memory she had lost. An elementary school teacher was holding the little girl's hand and standing under a willow tree in the school. The branches of the willow tree were drooping and dancing in the wind. There was a commotion at the school gate. Parents who had come to pick up their children in advance gathered around to watch the show and take sides. The young Grandma Leng bravely cursed and pushed a cowardly woman. The woman could only cry and beg, but a woman who insisted on getting a divorce and leaving her child to be raised by her grandparents would only be spurned by the teacher and the parents at that time.

Leng Yanqiu fell silent, and the slight resentment in his heart dissipated.

But for Ding Guihua, the overwhelming regret could not be dissipated. Who could bear to see her daughter being bullied by one or a group of people, beaten and kicked, and crawling on the ground? She screamed and fought in her dream, but unfortunately she could not change the fate of her daughter in the picture.

"I'm sorry, Qiu'er. Mom watched you being bullied and couldn't help. I watched you living with someone else and couldn't stop you. I watched you get pregnant and then miscarried, but mom couldn't do anything… By the time mom found out, you were already gone! Mom kept looking for you. I spent all the money I saved for your college education, but I still couldn't find you. Mom kept looking for you, and I would continue looking for you when I earned some money. People said that people like you are the most likely to be abducted, so mom would go to the bus station and follow the green-skinned trains. People said that we had bad fates and had to pray to the gods and offer incense, so mom would go to offer incense, kowtow, donate money, visit temples and Taoist temples, do good deeds, and accumulate virtues… Mom is incompetent, and the mom in my dreams is also incompetent. I couldn't find you when I arrived. Mom saved other girls but couldn't save you…"

"Crack!" A flash of lightning illuminated the roof of the shed, and a loud thunder rushed over, "boom-boom."

Leng Yanqiu saw a white-haired old woman lying in a pool of blood. The heavy rain was hitting her and the pool of blood. She looked up at the sky and murmured, "I only ask - I only ask for my Qiu'er to have strength and ability, so that she will not be bullied anymore, will not get married early, and go to college..."

In the background of the picture, there is a skinny woman with a big belly who has just taken off the iron chains, a villain in handcuffs, and an ambulance rushing over...

The rain was pouring down, just like the downpour that happened when the old Ding Guihua left the world.

He survived alone in the world of cultivation for three hundred years, cultivated the eighth level of true Qi, and was about to ascend to heaven after breaking through the last level of the ninth heaven. However, before he was struck to ashes by the last thunderbolt, the scene of his past and present life that he saw was the torrential rain at this moment.

Lost cause, and lost result.

Leng Yanqiu stretched out his hand and covered Ding Guihua's head.

The rainstorm suddenly stopped, and a rainbow appeared across the greenhouse, illusory and bright.

The world suddenly became noisy. Vegetables and fruit trees in and outside the greenhouse were stretching and growing. The chickens were jumping around, stepping on puddles. The chickens were clucking, managing the chickens and restraining the rabbits. The wild rabbits had dug holes crisscrossing under the wire mesh, and another nest of wild rabbits was born, but they were white in color. Grandma Leng stepped into the wire mesh to pick up eggs, muttering, "The rain is really heavy, don't let the eggs get wet."

"Mom," Leng Yanqiu helped the still sobbing Ding Guihua up and said with a smile, "How could you take the dream as reality? Who can bully your daughter like me? Look at your crying, you must be satisfied, right? Get up and take a look at how much money you have in your account. Don't be proud, keep earning money, keep doing good deeds as a practice, and if you want to continue burning incense and worshipping Buddha and Taoist temples, we support you!"