Wear it quickly, it's better to live a miserable life than to die

After reading it, Ding Yi's three views were shattered.

It seems that the Xia family is the bankruptcy props of the Xia Xueshe sisters. They won’t stop until they have enough fun, right?

Xia Taoyan is more miserable. Her life is getting shorter and shorter, and she will never have a good ending.

The Xia family’s disaster began with Xia Taoyan. Each life became more miserable than the last, and each life ended with them dying faster than the last.

Is Xia Taoyan a weight? Why use her death to highlight the differences of others and show her stupidity?

Ding Yi was puzzled. What kind of deep hatred could he not be willing to endure unless his own family was destroyed?

The ghost writer hates the Xia family so much, and hates the age of thirteen, who makes people wither before they have a chance to bloom in their prime.

"Yaoyao, will your original self never come back?" If she were him, she would also go crazy.

"Don't come back. Stop ruining your character all the time, okay? No matter who you pretend to be, you're still Ding Yi."

Ding Yi nodded vigorously, "That's right, I am Ding Yi. If I don't act like Ding Yi, who else should I act like?"

Ding Yi was puzzled and felt that Yaoyao was targeting her.

Her fists are hard and Yaoyao wants to hit someone. Are they talking about the same thing?

He is playing deaf and dumb and cannot be ignored.

Continuing to dig deeper into the plot, Ding Yi cursed as he watched.

"Only in the world of storybooks can there be such a chaotic, sieve-like plot."

"Rebirth cannot improve IQ. The predecessors were right. God is blind. A person like this has a chance to be reborn. Could she be an illegitimate daughter?"

"She traveled through time and space, thinking that fate was with her and not observing her surroundings carefully. Little did she know that even the most powerful traveler would encounter a great magician. A meteorite falling from the sky would wipe out the whole army. That would be child's play."

"Bah, you think having a system cheat is so great. Heaven is the boss, earth is second, and she is third. No matter how powerful the cheat is, it can't help a fool."

"Traveling through, or traveling through the apocalypse. The storybook world is amazing. Even here, not a single city is dead. Instead, they caught the traveler and wiped out all nine generations of his clan. It's really great. The Changdu Dynasty has great luck. It even wiped out the local reborn girl, the soul traveler from another world girl, the local lucky girl, and the apocalypse girl, and it still stands firm. I admire you!"

Xia Taoyan, the cannon fodder, is already halfway to the capital and is now recuperating in the Xia family villa in Jianhui City.

Jianhui City is not on the route between the border and the capital.

"Cough, cough——" Ding Yi felt chest tightness and shortness of breath. This body had some congenital deficiencies, and he was tired from traveling for many days and caught a cold.

Uncle Xia Wenliang felt pity for his younger brother's orphan, so he went to Jianhui City and waited for the orphan to recuperate for a while before setting off again.

With two children, the pace was already slow. In the first five examples, Xia Wenliang and his men took half a year to return to the capital.

It’s hot summer now and we’re only halfway there.

In the plot, they arrived in the capital when the frost first fell. Xia Taoyan was exhausted from the journey and fell ill. And because both her parents were gone, she couldn't help feeling melancholy and depressed.

This is a person like Lin Daiyu.

Along the way, Xia Taoyan seldom spoke to her uncle. Because of the difference between men and women, Xia Wenliang rarely asked Xia Taoyan about anything other than the necessities of food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Most of the servants in the general's mansion got married and had children in the frontier. Only two children with small heads were orphans with no living relatives, so they went to the capital with their sister and brother. She was one of them, and her brother Xia Chengxi was the other.

In short, she was not familiar with any of them.

Ding Yi clapped his hands in joy. No one knew, so how could she be called a broken character? Yaoyao didn't understand, so she didn't need to pay attention.

Brother Xia Chengxi? A seven or eight year old kid, he knows nothing.

Since all the demons and ghosts were gathered together, and the elders of the Xia family were still there, it was not easy to separate the family. Ding Yi wanted to slow down the journey, but he didn't want Xia Wenliang to be scolded when he returned.

Xia Wenliang received the emperor's order to leave the capital and go to the frontier, so he must return. Otherwise, he will be treated for dereliction of duty. The charge can be light or heavy. If it is light, it only takes a word from the emperor. If it is heavy, he will be dismissed and left idle at home.

The old man of the Xia family is still alive, that is, Xia Wenliang's father and Xia Taoyan's grandfather. The old man is not in the capital. It is said that he is traveling around the world, seeking immortals and asking for advice. No one knows which Taoist temple he is in now.

It is not possible to split up the family, so it is both a blessing and a misfortune for dozens of people in the family to live in one mansion.

Fortunately, when Ding Yi was dealing with people, he could do it all at once without having to run around everywhere.

Unfortunately, whatever the evil spirits in Second Uncle's family do can affect her.

Ding Yi did not choose to slow down her journey. One day later, she took the initiative to find Xia Wenliang, and, unlike her usual sad expression, she greeted him gracefully.

"Uncle, my niece has recovered. We should hurry back to the capital as soon as possible to bury our father and mother."

The Xia family is from the suburbs of the capital, and their ancestral land and ancestral tombs are all together. This time when Xia Wenliang left the capital, he was not only to pick up his two siblings, but also to go to the border to express condolences on the emperor's order, and to take his third brother and his wife back to the ancestral tomb for burial.

According to the plan, we should have arrived earlier, but my niece was in poor health.

Xia Wenliang saw that Ding Yi's face was rosy, no longer as sad as before, but there was still hidden sadness between her eyebrows. He thought that she had thought it through and got over it on her own.

"You can think this way. If your father knew about it, he would be comforted by your filial piety. The people you have lost will never come back. As long as we don't forget them, they will always be there. Remember not to be sad about the past and let your third brother go uneasy."

"Niece thanks uncle for his guidance. I still have grandfather, uncle, aunt, and brother. I will definitely cheer up and live up to my father's name, General Fubo."

Xia Wenliang stroked his beautiful beard, feeling relieved. His niece's health was getting worse and worse, and he didn't know what to do. Heart disease is difficult to cure, so he thought of asking his wife to take care of her more after returning to Beijing.

Seeing that Ding Yi had thought it through, Xia Wenliang ordered people to pack their luggage and set off on a chosen day.

Without being encumbered by their sickly bodies, the group arrived in the capital in August. However, they did not enter the city, but instead took a route to the eastern outskirts of the city, to Xia Village, where the Xia family's ancestral home was located.

A message was sent to the palace in advance. The next day, the eldest lady brought a group of people to Xia Village. Everyone was dressed simply, and the younger ones changed into linen clothes. They entered the prepared mourning hall.

Bursts of low sobbing were heard.

A few days later, Xia Wenmao and his wife were buried. Ding Yi took Xia Chengxi to pack their luggage, took off their mourning clothes, put on plain clothes, and followed his uncle into the Xia Mansion.

The Changdu Dynasty had regulations on mourning: sons had to mourn for their parents for 100 days, and grandchildren had to mourn for their grandparents for 49 days. During this period, they had to be vegetarian, with the exception of children under the age of six, and were not allowed to attend banquets or go out.

Ding Yi and Xia Chengxi calculated the days and found that it had already exceeded a hundred days, so there was no need to continue. However, they could not start with a lavish feast or extravagant meals right away.

Needless to say, Uncle Xia was the first one to disagree.

That was his own brother. If a child was so unfilial, he would drive him out and let him fend for himself.

Counting the days, the reborn, the soul-traveling, the system, and the body-wearing will slowly appear in two months.