At this time, a miserable and vicissitudes of voice suddenly came from the door.

"Why are you so crazy! If you want to vent your anger, just hit me!"

"Come on, beat me to death. It's all my fault. I should have stopped you in the first place."

A scrawny old man, holding a basket on his wrist, walked tremblingly through the door. When he saw the scene in the courtyard, his eyes were about to burst, and infinite anger burst out from his cloudy eyes.

Even though her legs were weak, she stumbled forward quickly, and she didn't know where she got the strength to push the crazy woman away.

He grabbed the woman's hand with his bony hands and smashed it hard on himself, making an extremely shrill sound.

"It would be better if we all died. It would be a clean death, and it would be better than living a hard life like this. Not only is life hard, but also the heart is hard." As he spoke, the old man burst into tears.

The crazy woman's hands trembled, tears flashed in her eyes, and she muttered, "Yes, it's not good to die. But he must still be alive and well... How could I just leave like this..."

The crazy woman murmured to herself, and suddenly she ran into the house, dug out an object from the bottom of the cabinet, and cried while holding it. It was an extremely rare photo frame of this era, and there was an old yellowed photo in it.

Old Mrs. Chen in the yard walked up to her grandson. Looking at her grandson whose life or death was unknown, she felt infinite sadness in her heart.

People say that it is hard when you are young, but it is not really hard. The real pain is when you are old.

When she was young, she lived a good life, even an extremely luxurious life. However, when she got old, her husband and son were dead, her son-in-law ran away, her daughter went crazy, and her only grandson was always beaten by her biological mother.

She is old, but she can't stop her.

Slowly squatting down, Mrs. Chen slowly picked up her grandson, who was already lying on the ground, and walked into the house step by step.

The grandson on his back is actually not heavy. The boy, who is almost ten years old, is as tall as a toddler.

Although these years are difficult for everyone, everyone does not have enough to eat and cannot keep up with nutrition. But these two years have been a little harder. In the past, when we had to eat from a big pot, at least we had something to eat.

The old man firmly carried his grandson back to his room, placed him on the bed, and opened the boy's tattered clothes. His back was covered in bruises, which was shocking.

Mrs. Chen almost shed tears again. She took out the medicinal wine hidden in the cabinet, rubbed it on the boy's back, then covered him with a quilt and went out.

After picking up the bamboo basket that had just fallen to the ground and the wild vegetables scattered on the ground, Mrs. Chen went to the kitchen.

…

At this moment, the room was empty. The boy who had just been beaten was lying on the bed. He twitched a few times and stopped breathing for more than ten seconds. However, he suddenly gasped and resumed breathing.

The boy on the bed suddenly opened his eyes as if he had woken up from a nightmare.

What kind of eyes are those?

They are phoenix eyes that are as bright as stars and as cold as cold light.

There is endless coldness and ridicule hidden in those phoenix eyes, which seem to have seen all the joys and sorrows of the world, making people dare not look into these eyes that seem to be able to see through people's hearts.

He struggled to hold up his injured body, glanced around the room doubtfully, and then looked down at his hands and body.

Small and full of scars.

Then he lifted the quilt and got up from the bed. He didn't even put on any shoes, and looked through the window at the yard in his memory.

"It turns out...I have gone back in time..."
Chapter completed!