90s: You are all reborn, who will spoil you?

Xie Anyi looked at the helpless little life, her heart filled with pity and reluctance.

"I know, but we still have to be careful. What if the three of us take the baby away and people accuse us of stealing it?" Xie Anming said as he began to look around, trying to find people hiding nearby.

He noticed that the surrounding trees and bushes showed no obvious signs of damage, suggesting that no one had been there recently.

"How about this, let's wait here for a while and see if anyone comes looking for her." Xie Anming suggested, "If no one comes, it won't be too late to take her home."

Although Xie Yan and Xie Anyi were somewhat reluctant, they also knew that what Xie Anming said made sense.

So the three of them sat together under the shade of the tree and waited quietly.

Time passed minute by minute, and the surrounding environment was extremely quiet, with only the occasional bird song in the distance breaking the tranquility.

Xie Yan looked at the baby girl in her arms. She had exhausted all her strength from crying for so long. Her little face had returned to calm and her breathing had become even and deep.

However, time passed quickly, and no one came to look for the baby girl.

Xie Anming looked at the sun gradually setting in the distance and began to feel a little anxious.

He knew that if they waited any longer, they might be in danger after dark.

"Brother, what should we do? No one is coming." Xie Anyi couldn't help but ask, her tone filled with helplessness and anxiety.

Xie Yan also hugged the baby girl tightly, her eyes full of determination and resolve.

She knew that no matter what, she could not let this innocent little life be hurt again.

"Let's take her home first." Xie Anming finally made a decision.

Together, the three of them carefully walked through the woods towards home.

Along the way, they were discussing the baby girl's origin and future plans.

Xie Anyi suggested, "Brother, if we take her back, will mom and dad scold us?"

Xie Yan also lowered her head in thought. She was thinking about the meaning of her rebirth and whether she should do her best to save everyone she could, including the baby girl in front of her.

If she had not been reborn, she would not have reported Lin Luping, Xie Jianhua would not have discovered Lin Luping's gambling and cheating so early, and the two would not have had such a huge conflict.

Xie Jianhua will not take the initiative to ask for a divorce, nor will he send Xie Yan back to Xiangjiazhai this summer vacation.

If she hadn't returned to Xiangjiazhai, Xie Anyi and Xie Anming wouldn't have brought her here to catch pheasants.

Then this lovely little baby girl in front of us might end up in the belly of the beast tonight.

Finally, the three returned to the village.

Xie Anming knocked on the door of his house, and Xie's father and mother came out after hearing the noise.

Seeing Xie Yan holding a tiny baby in her arms, they showed expressions of surprise on their faces.

"What's going on?" asked Xie's mother, with a hint of nervousness in her voice.

Xie Anming explained: "We found the baby girl in the woods, where she had been abandoned. It was too dangerous at night and we couldn't leave her there any longer, so we brought her back."

Mother Xie took the baby girl, examined her carefully, and a hint of disgust flashed in her eyes.

She knew that family planning was now very strict and second children were not allowed. Some people secretly got pregnant hoping to have a son, but ended up giving birth to a daughter, and then threw the girl into the mountains to feed the wild animals.

She was a typical rural woman, and she could see this at a glance.

However, Xie's mother did not want to meddle in other people's business, as their family could not afford to raise the child.

"Xie Yan, take her home. We can't keep her."

Xie's mother's words were like a bucket of cold water poured on the hearts of the three people, especially Xie Yan. She was suddenly filled with an indescribable disappointment and helplessness.

She saw the flash of disgust in her third aunt's eyes and realized that her worries were not unreasonable.

In rural areas, it is not easy to raise a child, let alone a baby girl of unknown origin.

"Aunt San," Xie Yan said softly, a hint of pleading in her voice, "I can take her home, but you have a goat that's just given birth. Can I take some goat milk back?"

Xie Anming also stood up, his tone firm: "Mom, please help me!"

Xie's mother frowned, obviously feeling very conflicted.

She looked at the baby girl in Xie Yan's arms, then at the determined eyes of the two children, and finally sighed: "Okay, I'll go express some milk. Xie Yan, don't worry about this matter. Auntie doesn't like girls."

Xie Yan looked at her Third Aunt gratefully and felt relieved.

She knew that although Third Aunt said this, she was actually kind-hearted. At least she was willing to help express some milk and would also say something to Xie Yan.

Xie Anyi also breathed a sigh of relief. She walked over to Xie Yan and gently stroked the baby girl's face. "Thank you, Mom."

She whispered, tears glistening in her eyes.

Xie's father watched all this silently from the side. He patted Xie Anming on the shoulder to show his support.

"Xie Jianhua has a good family background and can afford to support him, but we are poor and have no other options."

After a while, Aunt San squeezed out a full bottle of goat milk. The goats they raised were actually black goats.

Goat milk is rich in texture and nutrition, and is actually quite suitable for feeding babies.

It’s just that goat milk cannot be drunk directly. Babies’ gastrointestinal function is not good. There are bacteria in freshly squeezed goat milk, so it needs to be disinfected before drinking.

Xie Yan took the goat milk and carried the baby girl back to her grandmother's house.

"Aunt San, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, we really don't know what to do." Xie Yan said gratefully. She knew how precious goat milk was in this era of material scarcity.

Third Aunt smiled, a subtle tenderness showing on her face. "Xie Yan, wait a minute. I'll go get you some diapers and some clothes that my baby has worn."

Xie Yan nodded. Third Aunt glanced at the baby girl with disdain and turned back into the house. After a while, she came out with some clean clothes and some old cloths.

Although the fabrics are a little worn, they have obviously been carefully cleaned and still look neat.

Xie Yan, holding the baby girl tremblingly, took the plastic bag of goat milk and diapers and slowly returned to her grandmother Yang Qin's house.

Yang Qin was shocked to see Xie Yan holding a baby girl. She pointed at the baby and asked, "Xie Yan, whose baby is this? Why did you bring it back?"

Xie Yan was busy treating the baby girl's umbilical cord. Without even turning her head, she said, "Grandma, when Xie Anyi and I were catching pheasants, we saw the baby in the haystack. Someone must have thrown it there. If we hadn't found it, she would have died."

Yang Qin frowned when she heard Xie Yan's answer, and looked closely at the baby girl. The baby girl lay quietly on the bed, her small body wrapped in a slightly old but clean and tidy cloth.

The baby girl's skin is extremely delicate, with a light pink hue. Her eyebrows and eyes have not yet fully grown, but her delicate outline can already be seen.

The long and thin eyeliner is slightly raised, and the eyelashes are like two small fans, gently covering the tightly closed eyelids, trembling occasionally, as if there is a bit of curiosity and uneasiness even in the dream.

Her nose is straight and small, and her lips are pink and slightly pouty.

Yang Qin's eyes moved back and forth on the baby girl's face, and the inexplicable sense of familiarity in her heart became stronger and stronger, but it was like a shadow in the morning mist, hazy and elusive.

She searched hard in her memory, trying to match this little face with a past scene, but in the end she shook her head and helplessly admitted that she really couldn't recognize whose child this was.