After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 2 Recuperation
Without continuing to immerse herself in her thoughts, Song Jingmo wiped away her tears, and just about to sit up, the door opened from the outside.

Mr. Song carefully carried a bowl of dark soup medicine to the bedside. Seeing that the person woke up, he put the medicine bowl aside, helped her sit up with a blank expression, and took a soft pillow for her to lean on. Be more comfortable.

There was no dialogue, Mr. Song picked up the medicine bowl and concentrated on feeding the medicine one spoon after another, while Song Jingmo immediately lost consciousness of the ridiculously bitter medicine when the first spoonful of medicine was taken in, and his face wrinkled.

Seeing her expression like this, Mr. Song faintly smiled in his eyes, but he kept feeding the medicine on his hand.

When Song Jingmo came back to his senses, a bowl of medicine had just been fed, and a few dark yellow fruits on the palm spread out in front of him exuded a faint fragrance.

This is Song Jingmo's favorite fruit. It grows in the field of thorns in the wild. It is not easy to pick, and the quantity is also small. Few people will pick it and eat it.

Only Mr. Song took the trouble to pick it back, and used it to coax his granddaughter who didn't like to eat when the weather was hot at home, and now he used it to coax Song Jingmo who drank the bitter medicine.

I took one and put it in my mouth, bit the peel, the aroma first overflowed my lips and teeth, the juice of the fruit was sour and sweet, and the bitterness was dispelled at once.

"Little whale..."

Sensing the old man's hesitation to speak, and the sense of danger that was sometimes absent at that time, Song Jingmo subconsciously showed a cute smile.

Seeing that he had a good attitude towards the subjects of education, Mr. Song's anger, which was less than three points originally, almost disappeared.

Seeing the weak and pale face of the little girl lying on the bed, she managed to look serious. What should be educated still needs to be educated.

"Tell me, how many times have I told you not to go to the water alone."

"How many people who can swim have drowned in that river, even if you, a little girl who can't swim, just walk by the river, it's dangerous—"

"Grandfather, I can't be protected by you forever in this life. If it's because I don't know how to use water now, I can't get close to the river. If there are some things that are not suitable for me to do in the future, no one can do it for me." , wouldn’t my situation be more dangerous then?”

When Mr. Song heard the little girl's soft voice call her grandfather, his heart hardened after hard work, and then softened in a mess.

He raised it with his own hands from a foot long.

More than ten years passed in the blink of an eye when the grandfather and grandson lived together.

"My grandfather didn't let me learn to swim. This time, someone came in time and saved me. If I fall into the water next time, no one will come to rescue me. You won't find someone as sweet and caring as me." It's my granddaughter." Song Jingmo knew how to beat a snake and climb the stick when he saw the stick, and when he saw the old man's expression softened, his words became a little more casual.

Mr. Song's expression froze, and he knocked on Song Jingmo, who was planning to be a good boy.

"I don't care about other people, and you have a different fate, Xiaojing, back then..."

Mr. Song paused, and continued: "Someone made a fortune for you back then, saying that you were destined to die young, that you would not live past the age of 20, and that you had to avoid large waters to grow up safely."

"So all these years, I have been holding you and not letting you go to the water."

Song Jingmo couldn't help being stunned when he heard this.

Didn't she just die before the age of 20?Why didn't Mr. Song mention this to her in the last life?

"Now that I think about it, I'm really thinking about it." Mr. Song noticed the change in Song Jingmo's expression, and thought she was simply surprised, so he straightened his thoughts and said again.

"Since my little whale has such a doom, there is absolutely no reason to avoid it all the time. The doom will come true one day. If grandpa can keep guarding the little whale, then I must not be around when the doom comes true."

"I shouldn't protect you too well, it's hurting you instead."

It was him who was too conceited.

Fortunately, there is still time, and he can still make some preparations.

Song Jingmo had so many thoughts in his mind that he didn't know where to start.

The head ached dully again, as if a hammer was hitting it again and again.

"Don't think about it, it's important to take good care of your body."

"Sleep, you'll be fine when you wake up."

Song Jingmo was helped to lie down, Mr. Song tucked the quilt for her, but he didn't go out, and stood beside the bed for a long time.

It wasn't until Song Jingmo was drowsy that he heard a long sigh.

People in Songjiazhuang are extremely xenophobic. Mr. Song is considered to be from Songjiazhuang. As a spiritual cultivator, he is still somewhat respected on weekdays.

Ever since Mr. Song brought a child back and devoted all his attention to raising the child, the attitude of the people of Songjiazhuang began to change.

There is a difference between a spiritual practitioner who has no descendants and a spiritual practitioner who has descendants.

The house was built by Mr. Song little by little. It looks ordinary on the outside, but inside it has everything you need. The comfort of living is no worse than that of the richest family in Songjiazhuang.

A wild girl without father and mother was cared for by spiritual cultivators, and the people in the village had to pay Mr. Song for some small favors.

Everyone in Songjiazhuang knew that Mr. Song looked kind and not easy to talk to.

All dissatisfaction is hidden, because they still have to rely on Mr. Song to resist the beasts from outside.

Mr. Song is not confused, he understands what the people of Songjiazhuang are thinking, and he knows the reason why his granddaughter fell into the water this time.

It was said that it fell into the water by accident, but it was actually pushed by some of the children.

The fact that a child has such bad thoughts is because of the influence of the elders in the family.

He is a spiritual cultivator, and his level is not low. If he wants to find out what the people in Songjiazhuang are saying in private, it is easy.

Just now when he stood there and let go of his senses, he heard the malice that every house couldn't hide behind closed doors.

Songjiazhuang is located in a barren area, and there are no monsters that can affect people's minds.

Those people had already planted the seeds of resentment and jealousy in their hearts, and gradually turned into an ugly appearance.

The most frightening thing is the ghost, it is clearly the human heart.

Well, it made him wake up.

Song Jingmo, who was sleeping, didn't know this. After drinking a few medicines left by the old pharmacist, her health was almost healed.

Once in good health, Song Jingmo planned to earn some money.She remembered that old man Song often coughed at this time. Because he didn't have enough money in his previous life, after old man Song fell ill suddenly, the doctor he invited was helpless to deal with old man Song's illness. Do your best to obey the destiny.

If it wasn't for that immortal disciple who promised to cure old man Song, she wouldn't have left Songjiazhuang at all.

Thousands of dollars are hard to buy. I knew it earlier.

And now, she knows what's going to happen in the next few years, and the initiative is in her hands.

It will take about half a year for the disciples of the Xianmen to come to Songjiazhuang, and her top priority now is to earn enough money.

At that time, I will take old man Song to other places to seek medical advice, and if I don't have enough money, I will set up a local stall to do business, and there will always be a way to survive.

I heard that there are panaceas that can cure diseases that cannot be cured by medicine. As long as there is a cure, as long as the person is still alive, then there is hope for life.

Old man Song is her only concern in this world. The greatest connection between her and this world is that she has such a grandfather who doesn't care about anything about her and wants the stars instead of the moon.

How can He De be able to meet Mr. Song who is not related to her but treats her so wholeheartedly.

What she was really afraid of was being alone.

Those days were too long, too bitter, and too difficult.

(End of this chapter)