Rebirth of the white-eyed wolf

"Ahhhh!" Yang Ziwan screamed and sat up from the bed, sweating all over her face!Her eyes were staring fixedly, her face was pale, and she couldn't see anything in the dark.

This is where? !Ward? !She remembered that she was pushed down by Yan Qingyue!So what's the place here?is she deadstill……

Yang Ziwan turned her head in horror and looked around.It's a pity that it was too dark around, and it was stormy outside, and there was no light at all, so she couldn't see anything.

lamp!Turn on the lights!She was in a hurry to find the switch!Although she didn't see anything, she could feel that this is not a ward. The door of the ward has windows, so that no light can come in. So where is this? !

Did she survive falling from such a high height?At that time, the feeling of falling from the building was still vivid in her mind, and the pain that penetrated the bone marrow at the moment of landing seemed to be still on her body, Yang Ziwan hugged herself with her hands in horror.

Then she realized something was wrong!

No, the body is wrong!

Yang Ziwan is very thin because she has been busy with work and doesn't eat well, and her development is not good enough, but no matter how thin she is, she shouldn't be what she is now.

She touched her arm back and forth in horror!wrong!The body is wrong!There is nothing on the chest, and the body is very small, it is not thin at all!It is small!

Yes, it is small!It's like... a 6 or 7-year-old child is... small.

A flash of lightning struck, and the room was lit up for an instant, and Yang Ziwan also saw her hand at this instant!

Those are... tiny hands!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Dream, dream, dream!She is dreaming!what happened? !Is she dead?is dead?Or reborn? !

Yang Ziwan's eyes widened and she put her hands on her head, but she couldn't think of a clue.

The light in the room was suddenly turned on.

"Xiaowan? What's wrong with Xiaowan?" Wang Jing turned on the light, ran to the bed with a nervous face, hugged Yang Ziwan who was covering her head and screaming, and said, "Are you scared?" ? Xiaowan is not afraid, Xiaowan is not afraid, mom is here."

Yang Ziwan in her arms stiffened the moment she saw Wang Jing, and even trembled when she was held in Wang Jing's arms, as if struck by thunder, her eyes almost fell out.

Soon Yang Zian's voice came from outside the door. "What's going on? How is Xiaowan?" Yang Zi'an was wearing pajamas, wearing glasses as he came in.Then he saw his little daughter looking at him with a hellish expression.

"What's wrong, Xiaowan?!" Yang Zi'an also became nervous. He only had Yang Ziwan as a little daughter after middle age, and she was always very precious. Seeing Yang Ziwan's expression now, he immediately worried: "Yes Didn’t you have a fever?! Why this expression?!”

As soon as Wang Jing heard what Yang Zi'an said, she immediately touched Yang Ziwan's head with her hand, and said in surprise: "It seems to be a little bit. Xiaowan, is it uncomfortable?"

Yang Ziwan still had a dull expression on her face, completely unresponsive.

Yang Zi'an looked at it, and immediately said urgently: "Oh, you see that the child is not responding, no, send it to the hospital quickly."

When Wang Jing heard this, she immediately picked up Yang Ziwan and ran outside.

Yang Ziwan didn't speak the whole time. There was a big mirror downstairs. The moment she passed the big mirror, Yang Ziwan saw herself in the mirror.

Small, pale, terrified, with jet-black hair a little messy, she was being held in Wang Jing's arms.

It was a face that Yang Ziwan herself was a bit unfamiliar with, but that face was indeed her own... yes, her childhood self.

The young self, held in the arms of the parents who had died a few years ago in the original memory, passed in front of the mirror.

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Yang Ziwan had a high fever, and was drowsy, sometimes awake and sometimes lethargic, dripping on her white and tender hands, Wang Jing sat by the bed with a worried face, and peeled an apple for Yang Ziwan.

The door of the ward opened, and Yang Zian who was out bought breakfast and came over, looked at Yang Ziwan who was asleep on the bed and said softly: "How is Xiaowan?"

Wang Jing also whispered: "The fever has just subsided, and I haven't woken up yet."

When Yang Zian heard this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "The fever is finally gone, and it's been three days. It's good to go." He opened the red plastic bag in his hand, and said to Wang Jing, "You're tired too. , let's have some breakfast, I bought your favorite preserved egg porridge."

Wang Jing responded softly, took the preserved egg and lean meat porridge handed over by Yang Zian, and drank it carefully.

"Hey, I'm also to blame for my negligence. Xiao Wan has a fever like this, and I didn't even notice." Yang Zian blamed himself.

Wang Jing comforted at the side: "It's not your fault, and I didn't pay attention. Thinking about Xiao Wan's spirits that night was not very good. If I had paid attention earlier, it wouldn't be like this."

Yang Zian touched his wife's hand and said, "Okay, we all made mistakes, and now is not the time to blame ourselves, as long as Xiao Wan recovers from her illness."

Wang Jing nodded and continued to drink porridge.

Yang Ziwan over there was in a daze, and actually woke up, but she didn't open her eyes, her mind was in chaos, like Zhuang Sheng's dream butterfly, unable to distinguish between reality and dream.

She clearly remembered that she was pushed downstairs by Yan Qingyue, and she also remembered the 26 years of her life, every job she had done, everything on the dinner table that day, and even how the parents in front of her passed away. But why did she change back to her childhood in the blink of an eye?Wang Jing and Yang Zi'an have not passed away yet.Not even Yan Qingyue? !

Is the current self dreaming, or everything before is a dream of oneself? !

Both sides are so real that she can't tell the difference.

Yang Ziwan closed her eyes, fell asleep again after thinking about it.

The next morning, as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Wang Jing was wiping her sweat. Seeing her wake up, she immediately said happily, "Xiao Wan woke up? Are you hungry? Mom brought porridge, and Xiao Wan Wan Dan's favorite egg, do you want some?"

If this is a dream, why are you still awake?If it's not a dream...

"Mom..." Yang Ziwan tentatively called out, very lightly, and she was afraid that Wang Jing would disappear if she called out too loudly.

"En?" Wang Jing immediately lowered her body, leaned over and asked, "What? What does Xiaowan want?"

"I'm hungry." Yang Ziwan said carefully.

"Do you want to eat eggs?"

"kindness."

Wang Jing carefully helped Yang Ziwan up, and peeled Yang Ziwan's eggs.

When the hot porridge was delivered to her mouth, and the unique taste of eggs was delivered to her mouth, Yang Ziwan finally confirmed that all this was not a dream!

She was reborn and returned to her childhood.

"Mom, what time is it?"

"Huh? Now, it's July 7st, 21:8 in the morning." Wang Jing said fondly while feeding Yang Ziwan.

Yang Ziwan continued to ask: "How many years was that?"

"How many years?" Wang Jing smiled and said, "Does Xiao Wan know how many years it is? It's 1996 now."

On July 1996, 7, Yang Ziwan calculated carefully in her heart. At this time, she should be 21 years old, and she happened to be in the first grade when school started in September.

It went back to 19 years ago.At this time, Yan Qingyue was not even born.

Yan Qingyue was never born... Hehe... Yang Ziwan smiled inwardly, but tears were shed on her face.

"What's wrong with Xiao Wan? Is the ball not tasty? Or is it painful? Why are you crying?" When Wang Jing saw her baby crying, she immediately put down the bowl in her hand and came over to hug Yang Ziwan.

The warm embrace, the soft tone, the warm porridge... the smell of mother, the feeling of pampering.

How many years have I been, and I haven't felt it before!

Yang Ziwan was hugged by Wang Jing, and suddenly burst into tears with a "wow".

"Xiaowan?! What's wrong with Xiaowan? Where does it hurt?! Tell mom~~~ Where does it hurt?"

"Wow..." Yang Ziwan lay in Wang Jing's arms and shook her head desperately, crying "Mom" in her mouth.

She didn't cry after her sister died, she didn't cry when her parents died of illness, and she didn't cry when she dropped out of school. In the years of raising Yan Qingyue, although she suffered a lot, she didn't cry either. , even when she and Yan Qingyue were torn apart and pushed downstairs, she still didn't cry.But for such a moment, she couldn't bear it anymore.

Just because she doesn't cry doesn't mean she isn't wronged.

Just because she doesn't cry doesn't mean she doesn't want to be hurt!

Just because she doesn't cry doesn't mean she isn't afraid.

It's just...she didn't know who she should cry for.

"Mom... Mom... Mom... Wow..."

Wang Jing frantically patted Yang Ziwan in her arms, she didn't know what happened to her baby all of a sudden?Why are you crying like this. "Xiao Wan doesn't cry, Xiao Wan doesn't cry... Mom is here..."

"Mom, I'm scared, Mom, I'm scared...so scared..." Yang Ziwan grabbed Wang Jing tightly, muttering, not knowing what she said, just calling "Mom" over and over again Repeatedly talking about his fear.

Wang Jing hugged Yang Ziwan and patted her carefully. "Okay, okay...Xiao Wan is not afraid, Xiao Wan is not afraid, mom is here, mom hugs..."

The mother's embrace is always the place that children yearn for the most when they are afraid.

I am afraid of my mother, I am afraid of the poverty in those years, I am also afraid when I am alone, and I am even more afraid when I fall from the building.

The building is so high, and the feeling of falling is so scary...It hurts when it hits the ground...It hurts...It hurts...It's scary.