Their generation has experienced those turbulent years. In those ten years, whoever dares to mention feudal superstition will cause trouble, so there is still fear in their hearts.

Although it is now 1980s.

Ge Liutao remembered Jiang Xiao's words just now, but his hands and feet were cold.

"We Xiaoxiao woke up just now and said something, and I was scared."

"What's the story about a short story? Do 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 childhood, and someone was so cruel that she pushed her into the stream.

In this weather, the water in the mountains was still cold and cold. After Jiang Xiao was rescued, she had a high fever and had a fever for two days.

Jiang Songhai was waiting for her to wake up, telling who pushed her into the stream, and preparing to come to the door to settle the score. He decided that his child would not be so playful, and he ran there to play at dusk. Moreover, Xiaoxiao has been afraid of water since she was a child and would not get close to the stream.

"No! She wasn't awake, she just said something in a daze." Ge Liutao repeated the sentence Jiang Xiao had just said, because she was afraid, and she was so fucking.

But Jiang Songhai had heard it clearly at least.

He also frowned.

Don’t blame your wife for being afraid. This sentence is indeed very strange. However, you cannot be suspicious just by just one sentence.

"She's just having a nightmare, don't talk nonsense."

Ge Liutao wanted to say something, and opened his mouth, looking at her husband's thin face and sad brows, she didn't say anything else.

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

It was already dusk when Jiang Xiao woke up again.

She smelled the smell of rice and her stomach started to growl.

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

She is lying on the old-fashioned bed. The bed is equipped with four pillars, four poles, and fences on three sides. There are paintings symbolizing wealth and auspiciousness on the fence. There are also patterns on it. The patterns on it are not put down, and two golden iron hooks are hooked on it.

Turning my head and looking out of the bed, the cement walls, the cement floor, the roof covered with tiles, and the beams made of original colored tree trunks, as well as a bare gray light bulb hanging from the beams...

There was also a large calendar painting on the wall, which was covered with a stage beauty wearing a red dance dress and holding a pipa, looking like a strong nostalgic style.

Jiang Xiao saw the numbers below the calendar.

1980.

Jiang Xiao felt her hair stand up.

She couldn't help but reach out and pinched her face.

"Hiss!"

The pain made her facial features squeeze together.

She looked at her slender hands and couldn't believe that she had returned to thirteen years old.

Back to home in Siyang Village.

Jiang Xiao covered her eyes, and tears broke down again.

At this time, she heard a sound coming in from outside.

"Aunt Tao, that girl Jiang Xiao hasn't gotten up yet? Tsk tsk, this is such a precious lady's life! I'll tell her to get up!"

Grandma's voice rang out: "Guiying, don't go in, we are still burning!"

Maybe it was pulled, and the tone of the visitor was filled with anger.
Chapter completed!