Rebirth to 90s: The Heroine of the Salted Fish Quit Her Job

As Liu Liang spoke, a hand on her side clenched tightly. She didn't dare to call out that mother, and even Zhou Lanping didn't dare to listen to her. Give her some time, they still have a lot of time. She has not grown up yet, and she has not grown crooked. In this life, she has lived well, and she will definitely grow into a big tree in the sky.

Give your mother a shelter from the wind and rain.

"For me?"

Zhou Lanping hurriedly picked up the bowl. As soon as the bowl was picked up, she smelled a sweet and sour taste.

She couldn't help taking a sip. It had an apple flavor, a little sweet, but not as greasy as the sweet one. It was the pure apple flavor, so fragrant that she could bite off her tongue.

The sour and sweet taste is like eating a piece of iced watermelon in the hottest summer, not to mention how refreshing it is.

"Liang Liang, is there an apple in this?"

Zhou Lanping just remembered, where did the apple pieces in the bowl come from, how could there be any extra apples in their house, the only apple was the one that Grandma Wang gave her.

And she thought that Liu Liang ate it all, and giving it to her daughter would make her happier than eating it herself.

This is being a mother, even if she starves to death, she is reluctant to let her daughter eat a small bite of rice, a grain of rice.

"I can't finish it, so I put it in there."

Liu Liang still clenched her hand behind her back.

"I'm going to bed first, don't be too late."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left. In fact, she didn't dare to face Zhou Lanping too much now. She was afraid that the guilt would make her collapse, but in Zhou Lanping's eyes, she was shy and awkward.

"Also said that she is cold and ignorant. I think it's just the awkwardness of a child's family." And her self-talk made Liu Liang, who had just walked into the house, paused.

Well, what she says is what it is.

Being awkward is awkward, and there are times when people are not awkward.

If she is ignorant, she is ignorant. She will grow up and be sensible. She will not understand it all her life. It is her fault.

If you eat too much, you will know what is right or wrong?

If you do a lot of wrong things, you will know how to do it in the future.

She closed the door gently, and when she walked over, she also picked up the schoolbag on the ground that she had lost for a long time, and she weighed the schoolbag with one hand.

It's pretty light.

No, if she didn't believe it, she weighed her schoolbag again.

This schoolbag contains at least 20 pounds of books. With so many books in it, it can't be so light. Although she said that she had gone to school early, she still remembered that she was pressed by the schoolbag at that time. Shoulder.

And now what she is holding in her hand, it seems that it should not be called a schoolbag, but a schoolbag.

Is it possible...

She suddenly thought of something, and threw her schoolbag on the table. When she kicked off her shoes, she sat down cross-legged and tried to find the feeling of energy in her body.

For her, this is nothing but familiar things. After all, she has lost her heart and soul in that world. What she does every day, in addition to the necessary life, is this kind of cultivation method, a kind of qi-based method. Interest is something that is nourished by interest, and then accumulates over time.

This kind of thing may be nothing in that world, because everyone can practice it, but the degree of purity is different. The purest thing can save people's lives, and even if it is impure, it can also be used for health preservation.

In fact, she didn't know how far she had practiced, but she just heard from the old man that if it wasn't for her lack of a soul and consciousness, she might have cultivated the purest breath of life.

In that world, she was in a daze, and she really didn't remember much, not even what her master's face looked like.

However, she was unlucky, but she remembered those exercises and clearly remembered the laws of the movement of the breath. It may be familiar, or it may be the company day in and day out.

So now she is doing it like her own instincts, remembering her heart, her actions, and even the luck of her veins. She is feeling those qi points in her body little by little. .

That is, there are many differences between the two worlds. That world is very strange. In fact, she can't tell what the strangeness is. She just knows that it must not be materialistic.

What can happen there is not necessarily here.

There is something that can be learned there that may not be possible here.

She is using her own body now. If she has no air, even if she practiced according to the previous exercises, 80% of the time, even if her legs were numb, it would be useless.

She felt every inch of her body carefully.

As a result, no.

She can't find it, and she can't feel it. It's like a stone sinking into the ocean. When something has become an instinct, it has become a habit. It doesn't take many words to know whether it exists, where it belongs, and it belongs again. where?

But no, even if she tried again and again, she still couldn't feel anything. She even tried to run that kind of exercise, trying to re-condense it, but it still couldn't work.

Really.

She stretched out her hands, which were very beautiful. The hands of a little girl were like light-white fingers, with slender fingertips and delicate fingertips. The nails were also in excellent shape, with a light pink color, and five small crescent moons were also there On the nails, it is healthy and beautiful.

This is her own body, the body she had when she was twelve years old, not the one that was riddled with disease and scarred. The twenty-six-year-old self was not the one who had adventures.

Therefore, she is no different, even if God reborn her twice, she is still no different.

No, she is still different. She is not who she was in her previous life. In this life, she can distinguish between good and bad, has a brain, and will allow herself to live a good life.

She slowly relaxed her body, although she was a little disappointed, after all, if she really had it, it could be regarded as her golden finger. Although it was not many, it was very useful, and it could be said that it could change her life aspirations.

But now that there is no proof, she can only be helpless, time is going, life is going to pass, she will think of other ways to make herself and her mother live a better life.

Also, die a few years later.

And just when she had stopped looking for her previous skills, suddenly, she felt a very strange feeling on the little finger of her right hand.

This is a respite decision.

What she didn't believe was that she felt the throbbing of the fingers of her right hand.

It's not a jump of flesh, it's not a jump of nerves, it's the kind of thing that comes from the pulse of blood.

There is, indeed, there is.

Even Liu Liang, who described herself as calm, was almost screaming.

She had already given up and was thinking of other ways to survive.

As a result, God made her the biggest joke, but it also gave her the biggest surprise.

This spark of hers could burn everything.