Their generation has experienced those turbulent years. In those ten years, anyone who dares to mention feudal superstition will bring disaster, so there is still fear in their hearts.

Although it is now 80 years old.

Ge LiuTao thinks of Jiang Xiaogang's words, but his hands and feet are cold.

"We just woke up and said a word. I was afraid."

"Little novel what? Did you tell you who pushed her into the stream? " Jiang Songhai lowered his face. "We can't just let it go."

Jiang Xiao was weak since she was young, but someone was so cruel that she was pushed into the stream.

In this weather, the water in the mountain is still freezing cold. After being rescued, Jiang Xiao has a high fever and has been burning for two days.

Jiang Songhai has been waiting for her to wake up and say who pushed her to the stream, ready to go to the door to settle accounts. He recognized that his children would not be so playful, and ran there to play at dusk, and was afraid of water since childhood, and would not be close to the stream.

"No! She didn't wake up. She just said something in a daze Ge LiuTao repeated the words Jiang Xiao just said, because she was afraid, she said it very much.

But Jiang Songhai listened clearly.

He frowned, too.

Don't blame your wife for being afraid. This sentence is really very strange. However, we should not be suspicious just because of one sentence.

"She just had nightmares. Don't talk nonsense."

Ge LiuTao wanted to say something else. He opened his mouth and looked at her husband's thin face and sad eyebrows, but he didn't say anything more.

She sighed and said, "I'll make her another bowl of medicine."

It's dusk when Jiang Xiao wakes up again.

She smelled a gust of rice and her stomach growled.

It is so real hunger that there is no way to regard all this as a dream.

She is still lying on an old-fashioned shelf bed, with four pillars on the bed, four poles across it, and fences on three sides. On the fence, there are pictures of wealth, wealth and auspiciousness. On the fence, there are still tattooed curtains, which have not been put down, but are hooked up with two golden iron hooks.

Looking out of the bed, there are concrete walls, concrete floors, tile roofs, beams made of primary color tree trunks, and a naked light bulb hanging from the beams...

there is also a large wall calendar painting on the wall, which shows a stage beauty in red dancing clothes and holding a pipa, which looks like a strong nostalgic wind.

Jiang Xiao saw the number at the bottom of the calendar.

1980。

Jiang Xiao felt his hair stand up.

She could not help but reach out and pinch her face.

"Hiss!"

Her facial features were huddled together in pain.

She looked at her slender hands and couldn't believe she was 13 years old.

Back home in Siyang village.

Jiang Xiao covered his eyes and tears broke down again.

Then she heard a voice coming in from outside.

"Aunt Tao, is the girl Jiang Xiao still up? Tut Tut, this is really a delicate young lady's life! I told her to get up

Grandmother's voice followed: "Guiying, you don't go in, we are still burning!"

Maybe it was pulled, and the tone of the visitor was angry.

"I'll ask you what you're burning! I have to find out how our Dani's clothes are broken! It was easy to make a couple of new clothes when I lit them in the evening! Our big Ni said that it was Jiang Xiao who tore it. You have to pay for it! "

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