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

Bi Musen slapped himself hard: "I didn't think of this."

Bi Mulin sighed. His brother was indeed not like this before. He was very warm and had a mild temper. He never bullied him like other brothers bullied their younger brothers, and he would never lose his temper and yell in public.

When my mom was pregnant with my younger sister, he said he wanted to be the best big brother and prepared a lot of things for my younger sister.

But since when did my eldest brother become impatient, irritable and impulsive?

Yes, after Yan Yuzhi came.

The young boy looked gloomy for a moment. Were he and his family really harmed by ghosts?

So, he's not a murderer, right?

"Brother, pick up the oranges and go home quickly."

At home, Grandma Bi boiled some hot water and asked Su Yi to take a bath. She was still in confinement and had to go out and get caught in the rain. She hoped she wouldn't get sick.

My daughter-in-law's family lives in the city, and she is the only girl in the family.

Her ancestors were in business, and during the war, her father responded to the call to support strategic materials, handed over the family property, and nationalized the industry, and the family became a respected red capital.

Marrying into their family is considered marrying down.

But the girl who was brought up in a pampered manner was not at all spoiled. She gave birth to children for her son, took care of the elderly, and endured the loneliness and helplessness of her husband's frequent absence.

Relying on his own abilities, he found a job in the commune. During his rest time, he would not forget to help his family with farm work and earn work points.

Grandma Bi likes and loves this kind of daughter-in-law.

The young death of the little granddaughter is a pain for the whole family, but none is more painful than the death of the daughter-in-law who is a mother.

Unfortunately, her husband was not with her at that time, and although her parents-in-law wanted to care for her, it was not the warmth she wanted.

The mother-in-law was sick and hospitalized, but the daughter-in-law didn't allow her to tell her parents' home. The Su family didn't know about this yet and couldn't come to counsel the daughter-in-law.

Grandma Bi sighed secretly and could only pay more attention to her daughter-in-law in life.

Su Yi shook her head and refused, leaning on the small coffin, staring at the door motionlessly.

Seeing Master Bi coming back with a little kid in his arms, he hurried over to him and asked, "Dad, what happened to the kid?"

Mr. Bi handed it over: "I'm tired of crying and fell asleep. You can wash it. There are injuries on the body. Be careful."

Su Yi hugged the baby in Bi's arms with heartache. Even though he had been carried by Mr. Bi all the way, his little body was still cold.

"Mom, help me get some hot water."

"Hey, okay, okay."

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were giving the little girl a bath in the house.

The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren simply washed up and sat in the main room.

On the table in the main room, there were wild oranges picked by Xiao Muya and a thick ginseng without roots.

Ginseng is as thick as a small tree bud and is at least a thousand years old.

If it hadn't been eradicated, it would have been a priceless treasure.

Even if the roots are cut off, it is still valuable.

Ginseng grew on the edge of a cliff. When Bi Muya fell down, he grabbed it in a panic and saved his life. It was considered a life-saving ginseng, and he brought it back with him.

The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren looked at the things on the table, and no one said a word.

Mr. Bi smoked a cigarette after a long time.

The air was filled with smoke and heavy rain. The small coffin stood quietly, and the atmosphere was bleak and depressing.

Grandma Bi came out to pour water and saw Grandpa Bi smoking. She glared at him unhappily.

"The child is young and cannot stand the smell of smoke."

Mr. Bi turned it off in silence.

"How is the child?"

Grandma Bi sighed, "The little guy couldn't keep warm, Xiaoyi is with him. His body was covered with scratches and bruises, I'm afraid he fell hard, but the little guy didn't cry out in pain.

She just kept shouting that she was hungry. What a pitiful thing she was. She hadn't eaten for a whole day. It was also because we were careless and ran to harvest early that we forgot about her.

I'll steam an egg for the child. Musen and Mulin, you two can help serve the food first. We are all hungry."

The two brothers stood up to help. Grandpa Bi wanted to smoke again, but thought of his children and held it back.

He stood up and walked to the small coffin, quietly looking at the little man inside.

He is not afraid and has no taboos.

It is said that children who die young have heavy evil spirits and should be taken out and buried as soon as possible.

You can’t enter the ancestral tomb yet.

Grandpa Bi thought, this is his granddaughter, the granddaughter he has been waiting for decades, how can he bury her casually?

His daughter-in-law and the old woman were reluctant to bury him, so how could he be willing to do so?

He had thought everything through. He wanted to buy hairpins, skirts, and delicious candies for his granddaughter. He wanted his granddaughter to have everything that the little girls in the city had.

Hateful, hateful...

"My dear, is that really you? You know your family can't bear to part with you, so you're back, right?"

It’s strange that the weather wasn’t that cold, but the baby had been left there for seven days and there was no odor at all.

Apart from the fact that his face didn't look like a normal child's, there were no signs of decay.

It is forbidden to spread feudal superstition. There are no monsters or demons in the world, but how do we explain what is happening before our eyes?

The Bi family thought that the little guy might have a fever in the middle of the night, but after being fed a bowl of egg custard, the little guy fell into a deep sleep and snored, and was fine.

It’s just that his little body can never be warmed up, probably because he has been a ghost for so many years.

The heavy rain has not stopped and is even getting heavier.

There is no need to go out to the fields, the whole family can stay at home.

When Bi Muya opened her eyes, she saw her dear mother and pursed her lips in grievance: "It hurts."

After a night of fermentation, the wounds on the chubby little body surfaced, looking even more tragic.

Su Yi kissed her slightly swollen face distressedly: "Where does it hurt? Can I blow on it?"

The little guy chuckled and said, "It won't hurt if mom kisses me."

Su Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and she felt even more pity for her. She didn't object to her calling her mother.

Rubbing the little guy's soft short hair: "Get up and wash your face, then have breakfast. Grandma made a lot of delicious food for you."

Xiao Muya's eyes were sparkling. When she was a little girl, what she envied most was that others could eat while she could only watch.

"Hello grandma."

Su Yi tapped her little nose: “Little flatterer, come here and put on new clothes.”

The dress was made overnight by her and her mother-in-law. It was made of pink material and was bought specially for their daughter. When they bought it, they thought of making a little skirt for the child when she was one year old.

But the child did not live past his third day baptism.

Xiao Muya's arrival was sudden and strange.

They were worried that it was a frame-up by someone with ulterior motives.

But after experiencing everything over the past two days, they have already identified this child. After all, there are too many coincidences, and other explanations do not make sense except for that one.

Su Yi thought that even if this was not her own child, she wanted to keep it and raise it.

This is also what everyone in the Su family is thinking.

In just two days, the little guy had touched the hearts of everyone in their family, and the suppressed and painful emotions dissipated a lot.

Even though Mu Ya is not the youngest, she is still the lucky charm that comforts their hearts.

So, they wanted to keep her.

The chubby little person looks even more adorable and delicate in pink clothes.

"Mom, is Mu Ya pretty?"

Su Yi couldn’t help but kissed the little man: “It looks good, Mu Ya is the most beautiful.”

The little man started giggling again.

When the Bi family heard this, their heavy mood immediately improved.

Xiao Muya took her mother's hand and went out. She happily ran in front of other people and circled around, waiting to be praised for her good looks.

She even went in front of her older brother, whom she called the most annoying. It was obvious that the little girl did not hold a grudge and had forgotten about the falling out with her older brother.

Bi Musen pursed his lips, unable to say the words of apology, and felt even more guilty.

The mourning hall is still there, and Bimusen and Bimulin are burning paper money to send the little cub on his final journey.

Bi Muya ran over, raised her feet, and lay on the small coffin to look: "I was so ugly when I was a child."

The whole family couldn't help laughing.

Mr. Bi whispered, "Chengzhi's family, it's time to bury the child. We can't delay any longer. Regardless of whether Mu Ya is the child or not, we can't let the child go."

Su Yi pursed her lips, walked over, stood behind Xiao Muya, leaned over and gently stroked the child's face, which was cold, as cold as Xiao Muya's.

"Mu Ya is pretty. She has always been pretty since she was little. Look, the little nose and the little eyes, aren't they the same?"

Xiao Mu Ya tilted her head to look at it. Although she didn't see anything, she still exclaimed happily: "Yes, it's the same. It looks good."

However, others did not blindly agree. They really looked very similar. Except for a few smaller sizes, everything else was exactly the same.

Bi Mulin is the incarnation of Wenquxing. He is not only good at studying, but also multi-talented.

An idea suddenly occurred to him, so he took out a pen and paper and drew a picture of two people, one big and one small, standing beside a small coffin and looking at a sleeping baby.

It is obviously a weird painting, but it feels inexplicably warm.