The dazzling time of rebirth

Chapter 1 Rebirth
The morning sun shines through the gaps in the green leaves, and sprinkles on the mud floor of the room along the dilapidated window.

Dispelled the silence and coldness of the night in the adobe house.

In the corner of this humble room, on a tattered wooden bed, a little girl was lying alone.

He was wearing washed white clothes, and several puddings were faintly visible on the clothes.

His hair was withered and yellow, and his face was terribly pale and emaciated.

What is very eye-catching is a purple-red scar on the forehead, which has not yet scabbed, and bloodshot can be seen faintly.

The girl frowned tightly, as if she had dreamed about something painful, but she couldn't wake up no matter what.

A few faint whispers could be heard vaguely in the room.

When the sun dispelled the early morning mist, the whole village seemed to be slowly recovering, gradually becoming bustling, and many people's roofs were filled with cooking smoke.

Outside the door, there were continuous sounds of cock crowing and dog barking, mixed with chaotic human voices.

The girl on the bed was woken up and struggled to open her eyes, her thin eyelashes trembling slightly.

"hiss!"

She felt a dull pain from the wound on her forehead, and her whole body was weak and weak, as if all her strength had been drained.

Jiang Qingwan was in a daze for a long time before she regained consciousness, staring blankly at the unfamiliar environment around her.

What you can see is the mottled and dilapidated mud wall.

In the small and closed room, except for the old-fashioned canopy bed she is lying on now.

There is only a simple wooden cabinet left, and there is no other furniture, which can almost be regarded as a bare house.

One wall of the room was full of firewood and branches, and it could be seen that this should be a firewood house.

At this time, Jiang Qingwan found that she was covered with a thin, patched sheet, and could still smell a musty smell.

This made Jiang Qingwan frowned slightly, her face full of doubts.

What exactly is this place?
Why is she here?

Wasn't she at Jiang's old house last night?
Yesterday, her "good father" got the news that she had returned to the old house from nowhere.

On the same day, he brought his stepmother and step-sister who was a few months younger than him to the old house.

The stalker forced her to hand over the inheritance left to her by her grandfather.

Originally, Jiang Qingwan didn't want to pay more attention to this hypocritical family, but just let them stay in the old house, as long as they didn't bother her.

It's just that she underestimated the viciousness of this family of three.

That night, she was suddenly attacked while she was sleeping in her room.

At that time, she still had a little consciousness in a daze, and vaguely heard the sound of the scumbag father and stepmother rummaging through boxes and cabinets in their room.

During this period, there were also vicious curses against her.

Amidst the scolding, Jiang Qingwan slowly lost consciousness.

Jiang Qingwan touched the wound on her forehead, recalling what happened yesterday, what did the scumbag father do to her?
Suddenly there was a sharp pain in her head, as if something was desperately trying to get out of her brain, the pain made her head feel like it was about to explode.

She tightly grasped her dry and yellow hair, pressed her temples, and the veins on her hands bulged.

The splitting headache lasted for several minutes before it slowly subsided.

After a little better, Jiang Qingwan kept flashing some strange fragments in her mind.

After the headache completely disappeared, Jiang Qingwan slowly relaxed her tense body due to the pain.

She stretched out her hand and touched the cold sweat on her forehead, digesting the extra memories in her mind that obviously did not belong to her.

After more than ten minutes, she finally sorted out those messy memory fragments.

She suddenly opened her eyes, a pair of peach blossom eyes, as bright as the stars shimmering, the pupils were clear and agile.

If someone saw her at this time, they would find that her eyes at this moment did not match her thin and pale face due to malnutrition.

Jiang Qingwan looked down at the skinny and rough hands.

These were no longer his slender and tender hands.

There were many calluses on these hands, and they were as thin and bloodless as the hands of a mummy. There were also many fine and dense wounds and scars on the hands.

After a long pause, Jiang Qingwan realized clearly.

This is not her body!

She actually crossed over!

The Jiang Qingwan of that world is dead!

Died in the bedroom of Jiang's old house!

The purpose of dying at the hands of her scumbag father and vicious stepmother was to grab the inheritance in her own hands.

But now this body belongs to a 13-year-old girl, her name is also Jiang Qingwan.

It's just that this name is rarely called, and it is generally called Jiang Daya.

This little girl named Jiang Qingwan was bullied by her second uncle's cousin yesterday, injured her head, and was also maliciously pushed into the river in the village.

Later, although he was rescued by a passing person in time, he went back to Jiang's house.

But because there was no one to take care of her at home, she was frightened and had a high fever in the middle of the night, and the poor little girl just disappeared without a sound.

After she died in the original world, she was reborn in Shangwan Village, a remote village in the south, and became Jiang Qingwan, the 13-year-old eldest daughter of the eldest family of the Jiang family in the village.

　This article is set in a parallel world, and all fictional settings serve the plot.

　　Because of the time difference, the current daily update is 2000 words, and it will be updated around 6 or 7 am in China.

　　
　
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