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Shen Luxi felt cold.

The cold that seeped out from the cracks in the bones seemed to have been poured into the body throughout the winter.

She wanted to move, but her hands and feet wouldn't obey her. Her lips were chapped and her throat felt like there was a handful of sand in her throat. Even swallowing hurt.

There was a buzzing in my ears, and some sounds came intermittently.

“…Damn girl… she still doesn’t get up to cook… she’s so lazy that she’s bone deep…”

The sharp sound was like a dull knife, scraping away.

Shen Luxi opened his eyes suddenly.

What you see is a gray ceiling, a few blackened wooden beams across the head, spider webs in the corners, a hole in the window paper, and cold wind pouring in along the hole.

She was lying on a hard earthen kang. The mattress underneath her was so thin that she could touch the kang surface. The quilt covering her body was also thin, with several holes in the corners.

This place…

Shen Luxi's pupils suddenly narrowed.

She recognized it.

This is Shenjia Village, the old residence of the Shen family, the small house where the second bedroom lives.

The light coming through the window is the light of spring, bright and smelling of earth and grass.

There were chickens crowing in the yard, and a few dogs barking faintly in the distance.

Shen Luxi slowly raised his hand.

A skinny hand with distinct joints and unwashed mud under the nails.

She remembered the hand.

This hand had dug wild vegetables, rubbed clothes, been beaten, and ended up holding a handful of hay in the wilderness, but it couldn't keep warm no matter what.

"Shen Luxi! Are you deaf or dead?"

The curses in the yard erupted again.

It was the voice of my grandmother Wang Guihua.

Shen Luxi stared at the ceiling motionless, his chest rising and falling violently.

She wasn't deaf, and she wasn't dead.

She died once.

In the winter when she was twenty years old, she starved to death on the way to escape.

The last grain was also taken away by the big house and grandma.

She had no relatives around her when she died. Her father had died of illness a long time ago. Her mother was squeezed in while crossing the river and drowned. Shen Xiaoman had a high fever. She couldn't find medicine and watched helplessly as her brother died in her arms.

That was the last memory of her life.

Cold, hungry, and a body getting colder and colder.

Shen Luxi closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, the panic in his eyes had been suppressed.

She came to life.

God threw her back to the age of fourteen.

The cursing in the yard continued.

Wang Guihua is full of energy, one sentence after another, and those words are repeated over and over again.

Losing money, freeloaders, lazy people.

Shen Luxi opened the quilt and sat up.

Her head was a little dizzy, her stomach was empty, and her limbs were weak.

This body has obviously lost weight for a long time. It is so thin that one hand with a thin wrist can wrap around it.

She stood up holding on to the edge of the Kang. When she stepped on the ground, her soles were cold, her shoes were torn, and her big toe was exposed from the hole.

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