Rebirth of the times, the cute and fierce baby regains his luck

It was also a coincidence that Bi Chengzhi was already ready to go and received the call one second before leaving.

Because it was the middle of the night and he was worried something might have happened at home, he made an exception and answered the call.

To outsiders, it was just some ordinary advice, but Bi Chengzhi understood it. It was the secret message between him and his father: be careful of fraud.

It was inconvenient over the phone, so my father didn't want to say it directly, and he didn't want to ask directly either, so he hung up after a few words.

But the few words expressed by Mr. Bi made him feel heavy.

Mr. Bi didn’t know whether his son understood or not. He couldn’t help with his work, so he could only leave the house to him.

But it seems that my family is not optimistic either.

Thinking of his granddaughter who died young, Grandpa Bi felt a dull pain in his heart. He didn't dare to say a word to his son. Fortunately, his son didn't ask anything, otherwise he wouldn't be able to keep up the lie.

It rained heavily.

It was already past four in the afternoon when Grandpa Bi returned home. The other family members also returned home at this time. The work in the fields could not be done, but other work could not be delayed.

When we got home from work, we were all soaked.

"I'll go boil some water," Bi Musen felt guilty. As the eldest grandson in the family, he consciously took on the responsibility. He usually rushed to do the work, and today was no exception.

No one said anything, but they all subconsciously looked into the woodshed.

The place where the little girl was originally hiding was wet and empty.

Su Yi paused, turned and walked towards the woodshed, wanting to see more clearly.

Indeed, there was no one in the entire woodshed. She tried shouting twice, but there was no response.

The others had already started searching silently around, but to no avail.

Su Yi asked in a trembling voice: "Where is the child? It's raining so hard?"

Grandma Bi was not sure: "Maybe he went home?"

Family?

Bi Mulin said: "She said last night that this is her home."

"I'll go look for it," Mr. Bi said without saying anything, turned around and walked out.

Bi Musen waited for a long time but no one came in, so he ran out and asked, "What are you looking for? Why don't you come in?"

"The child is missing," Grandma Bi said anxiously, slapping her thigh.

Only then did Bi Musen remember the annoying little girl.

I hurried to the firewood shed to look, but there was nothing.

"Oh, I saw her this morning. I saw her going up the mountain."

Bi Musen looked guilty and annoyed.

He was hit in the sore spot by the little girl and became angry and embarrassed, so he just left her and left. When he looked back halfway, he saw that the little girl was walking towards the mountain.

I didn't think much about it at the time, let alone calling her back.

Su Yi was immediately furious and slapped Bi Musen in the face: "You saw her walking up the mountain and you didn't stop her. She was only three years old. It's not enough for you to kill her once, do you want to kill her twice?"

Bi Musen's face suddenly turned pale.

Grandma Bi hurriedly pulled Su Yi and said, "Xiao Yi, you can't blame Mu Sen for this. He was also... bewitched." Seeing Su Yi's appearance of enduring pain, Grandma Bi turned around and said to Bi Mu Sen, "Mu Sen, no matter what, she is only a three-year-old child. You shouldn't let her go up the mountain."

Su Yi's hands were shaking. She hit her son, and her heart was in pain. She blurted out those hurtful words without any control. It was not intentional.

"Musen, I'm sorry, Mom is just too anxious."

Bi Musen shook his head. He didn't blame anyone. It was all his own fault.

"It's okay, mom. Don't worry, it's my fault. Don't worry, I'll go find him. I will definitely bring him back."

Bi Musen ran into the rain, and Bi Mulin thought for a moment and followed him.

Su Yi seemed to have lost her soul. She walked into the house in a daze and leaned against the small coffin.

Grandma Bi wiped her tears secretly, what was going on?

Why did this damn ghost bring such harm to their family?

The Bi family probably didn't realize that they had completely believed the villain's words, but their natural caution prevented them from showing it easily.

Bi Muya was so focused on finding oranges that he forgot that he was no longer a ghost, and with his small arms and legs, he could not walk fast at all.

By the time she arrived at the wild orange place, it was already past eleven o'clock.

The little guy doesn't have a watch and doesn't know the time.

Looking at the bright yellow wild oranges, I feel nothing but joy.

The orange grows on the edge of the cliff, half inside and half hanging outside.

The oranges outside look much more delicious.

A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. The little tiger girl climbed up the tree barefoot and moved out with a grunt.

The slender branches were trembling, and the little man on them was also trembling.

Not only was she not afraid, she was also giggling and shaking on it.

After having enough fun, I started picking fruits. I picked one, cheered, threw it on the ground and continued picking.

It was not until the big raindrops hit her face that she realized she had forgotten about it.

The little man became anxious and quickened his movements. The heavy rain washed away his vision and he could not see clearly, so it took him a lot of time.

They didn't start to climb down the tree until there was not a single one left.

The branches were slippery due to the rain, and the little guy fell from the tree without paying attention.

"what……"

The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren who went up the mountain paused: "Did you hear anything?" asked Grandpa Bi.

The brothers nodded: "It sounds like a child's scream."

Mr. Bi was anxious: "Go this way, quickly."

It was really dangerous to go into the mountains in the heavy rain. Mr. Bi was old, and after walking for a while, he began to gasp for air.

I wasn't paying attention and slipped and fell.

The two brothers were shocked and ran over to support Grandpa Bi: "Grandpa, are you okay?"

Mr. Bi waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm fine, hurry up and leave, don't delay."

The two brothers wanted to ask Mr. Bi not to go, but they were worried about him going back alone, so they had to move on.

The rain was so heavy that they couldn't see the road clearly. The raincoats on the three people were already soaked through and weighed heavily on their bodies, dripping with water all over.

After finally climbing up a ridge, I lost my direction and didn't know where to look.

"Grandpa, big brother, second brother."

A dark shadow ran towards them through the rain, the small figure was cheerful and agile.

The three of them were a little dazed, as if it was an illusion.

"Grandpa, big brother, second brother, look, I picked some wild oranges for you. They are delicious."

The dirty little man was barefoot, his body was covered with bruises and bloodstains of varying sizes, and his little jacket was torn and hung loosely on his fleshy shoulders.

His chubby little face was swollen, but he was smiling very happily.

She held a huge leaf of an unknown species in her arms. Inside the leaf were fist-sized oranges that looked fresh and juicy.

The three of them felt their throats tighten, their hearts ache, and a feeling of fear sweeping through their bodies.

Bi Musen suddenly became furious. He slapped away the orange that the villain was offering to them like a treasure and said angrily, "Are you a fool? You knew it was going to rain, but you still came here to pick oranges. Do you know how dangerous it is in the mountains? Are you deliberately using a trick to inflict pain on yourself? You are so young, why are you so thoughtful?"

The little man blinked his eyes, and then burst into tears: "Bad, big brother is bad, big brother is the worst, I don't like you anymore, wow..."

The little man stood in the rain, crying at the top of his lungs, his little body trembling slightly, which made people feel heartbroken.

Grandpa Bi couldn't help but hold the little guy in his arms and coaxed him: "Be good, Muya, don't cry. Big brother is also worried about you. Don't cry, grandpa will take you home."

The little guy hugged Mr. Bi's neck and couldn't stop crying.

Mr. Bi hugged her tightly, using his own warmth to warm her cold little body, then turned around and strode down the mountain.