I was reborn and returned to the age of three and a half. Did my mother also have a heart transplant

If this is the case, how long can she stay in the human world, or in other words, how long can she stay in Peijia Village?

If she just patted her butt and left, what would happen to the more than 150 households of villagers? Would the children present still be able to laugh so happily and carefreely?

Weng Chenggu was deeply worried.

But he couldn't say these things directly, as it would seem that he was trying to morally blackmail Mo Yan.

After all, no one is obligated to bear the burden of others' happiness and laughter.

Weng Chenggu couldn't say for sure. Without Mo Yan, the people of Pei Village still lived in isolation, remoteness, and hardship, but at least they could keep their lives safe and live to old age. This kind of life was good.

Just like today, everything is developing in a good direction, and everyone's face is filled with satisfaction with life and longing and yearning for the future, but no one knows how long such beauty can last.

If Weng Chenggu were asked to choose between these two lifestyles, he would not be able to make a good choice.

He also didn't know how to persuade Mo Yan to be more restrained and not show too much of his abilities to others.

In fact, he felt that he had no right to prevent Mo Yan from living the life she wanted.

Just to minimize your presence and survive?

The question is, with Mo Yan's abilities, does she need to survive?

Not necessary!

While he was daydreaming, a still hot sweet potato had been placed on a leaf and handed to him.

Facing Goudan's bright eyes, he said, "Principal Grandpa, it's ready. Be careful of the burns!"

"Oh, thank you, Pei Jianguo."

Weng Chenggu called Goudan's name very seriously and thanked him.

Goudan's eyes lit up even more, and he said in the same serious tone, "You're welcome, Principal. Now that you've finished this, I have some more. I'm afraid you'll get burned, so I'll give you one first."

"Oh, I understand. Thank you, Pei Jianguo."

Watching Goudan return to the fire and continue to share the roasted sweet potatoes with other children, some of the children had black spots on the corners of their mouths and faces from eating so much, but they were still enjoying it.

"Uncle Weng, the human body is actually very fragile. Don't overthink things. In many cases, just let things take their own course. The more you think about it, the more likely you are to find yourself in trouble."

"It's also easy to make some of your organs sick. Thinking is the most exhausting thing."

Mo Yan didn't know that with just this much kung fu, Weng Chenggu had already thought of so many things in his mind.

When she was treating Weng Chenggu, she discovered that in addition to the cancerous area, his heart also seemed to show signs of heart failure.

This is usually a symptom experienced by people who are exhausted.

At the end of the world, there will also be think tank talents who work hard and come up with strategies for the survival of mankind.

In the end, all of those people, without exception, had exhausted all their efforts, had gray hair on their temples at a young age, and aged prematurely.

Those with a good ending can still live on bed for another one or two years, but those who endure too much will die young, without exception.

Therefore, Mo Yan has long known that people who use their brains and stress their hearts have a much shorter life span than those who use their hands.

And liking to think and ponder are standard features of people like them.

She didn't want to use her supernatural powers to cure his lung cancer and bone cancer, only to have him suffer from heart failure. That would be too much trouble.

She couldn't treat him every once in a while!

Weng Chenggu was stunned for a moment, wondering if Mo Yan was trying to tell him not to meddle in other people's business?

But then I felt that Mo Yan was not that kind of person.

She had just treated her illness. If she really thought he was meddling in her affairs, she only needed to stop treating him and he would be dead in a few months.

Then she was purely concerned about her own body.

"Ayan, is there something wrong with my heart?"

This time it was Mo Yan who looked at him in surprise.

It’s said that people who like to use their brains and think about things have quick reactions!

With just her reminder, he immediately realized that his heart was not feeling well.

You know, for such a smart person, his brain works so fast, it would be strange if he couldn't get enough blood supply.

"If you keep thinking so much, isn't it only a matter of time before you have heart problems? You said you only live for a few decades, and Uncle Weng, you're already old. If I don't interfere, you won't have much time left to live."

"Now I can cure you. You should stay here and let Weng De take care of you until the end of your life. After your body recovers, you can enjoy your old age in peace and comfort while you can still live. And you can also contribute to the primary school in our village. Isn't that good?"

"That's right, uncle. I think what sister-in-law said is quite right. Tell me the truth. What are you thinking about? Are you almost sick with your heart? Uncle, let me tell you, although sister-in-law can cure you this time, you have to take care of yourself. You can't always rely on sister-in-law to cure you when you get sick. Sister-in-law is willing, and we are embarrassed to bother her all the time!"

"Please be more self-aware. Oh my god, you are already an old man, and Peijia Village is such a simple place. You don't need to scheme with others. Why don't you change your habit of thinking about things?"

Weng De and Alai, who happened to be walking over with roasted rabbit meat and chicken, heard everything Mo Yan said to Weng Chenggu.

Before Ale could stop him, Weng De couldn't wait to step forward and launched a powerful attack on his uncle Weng Chenggu.

Weng Chenggu's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he almost wanted to hit him on the head with the sweet potato in his hand.

"Shut up, what do you know!"

"What do I know? I don't need to know anything. I only know that even if the sky falls, my sister-in-law is still here. My sister-in-law is the pillar of Pei Village. It will never be your turn, an old man who can only bear the burden but not lift it with his hands. Ouch..."

As he wished, Weng De was attacked by the sweet potato peel from Weng Chenggu.

Sweet potatoes are food after all, and Weng Chenggu is reluctant to waste them on this dumb boy.

"Hey, uncle, why are you still hitting people?"

"If you don't know how to speak, then don't speak. What do you mean when the sky falls, there's A Yan? We are not human beings. Why do you expect A Yan to be the only one to deal with the problem? Then what do you want us for?"

"That's not what I meant. What I meant was that you should stop thinking about it. If something serious happens, we will naturally take the lead. If we really can't handle it, we still have sister-in-law to back us up. That's what I meant. Please don't make trouble. What kind of person am I after being misunderstood by you?"

Weng De looked at Alai and Mo Yan with a wronged look on his face, "Alai, sister-in-law, you can't misunderstand me, I didn't mean that."

"I know, I know. Sister Mo Yan and I won't misunderstand you. Hurry up and stop making that eye-irritating expression. Do you think you are still as old as Niuniu? Hey!"

Alai felt that he had lost his temper and was really speechless about this uncle and nephew.

At the beginning, one of them wished they would never have anything to do with the other again.

It's not easy to resolve the past grudges, but at the same time they are still being affectionate and close, they also have to dislike and sabotage each other.

You said that these two people are almost a hundred years old in total, how could they be so childish?