Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 2 The space is still there
The two put Fang Shuhui's arm on their shoulders, walked across the main room and helped her to the first room on the right, Lin Yuzhu's room.

The furnishings in the room are simple, a wooden frame bed, a cabinet, a table, a bench, nothing big.

Lin Yuzhu untied Fang Shuhui's coir raincoat and bamboo hat and put her aside, pushed her to sit on the edge of the bed and let Lin Yulan support her, and dragged a bench over to sit opposite her.

The woman on the opposite side bent down and hammered her chest, tears fell drop by drop, and mournful cries echoed through the room.

Lin Yuzhu silently looked at the woman overlapping with her memory.

In the patched and patched loose clothes, he was thin and thin. He was only in his early forties and had already grown hair. His gray hair was dull and dull. There were weather-beaten wrinkles on his forehead and around his eyes. The deep nasolabial folds made this originally delicate face look miserable.

The knuckles are swollen, the skin of the fingers is chapped all the year round, and the small cuts are stained brown by the plant juice, and the nails are black, which can never be washed clean.

Originally the daughter of a wealthy family, she was educated and courteous. She married into a wealthy family and became a married woman.

The good times don't last long, young people lose their husbands, middle-aged people lose their sons, and their families are ruined.

Later, he was tortured by life until he was pale and emaciated, unable to hear or speak, had a broken leg, and was covered in injuries.

Now, her dependent daughter has also left her.

The woman was in extreme grief, she just opened her mouth and could not cry out, tears kept dripping down her chin, the phalanges of the hand holding the skirt of the dress were exposed, and the veins on her neck were bulging.

"You... don't get excited..." Lin Yulan kept helping her back with red eyes, her throat was uncomfortably blocked, "I, if I knew you were so sad, I wouldn't come... Really, really, I wouldn't come... "

"She can't hear." Lin Yuzhu sniffed, "Whether you come or not, her daughter is already gone."

She wiped away her tears, got up, went to the table, picked up a pencil, wrote a few lines on the yellow straw paper, and handed it to Fang Shuhui.

They have not systematically learned sign language, and they use simple gestures for daily communication.For some words, it is more formal to write them down, which is also the respect a mother should have.

"We are sorry for what happened to you. It is a helpless fact that Ling Ai passed away unfortunately, and we occupied Ling Ai's body. If you don't give up, we will respect you, take care of you, and serve you instead of Ling Ai! - Lin Yuzhu Jing superior"

Fang Shuhui looked at the handwriting on the paper with tears in her eyes, and she burst into tears when she thought of her eldest daughter writing on the table with her face full.

As a beginner, her handwriting was crooked, but she felt relieved.

It's good to know how to write, and I won't be blind again if I don't know a big character.

This letter is the same piece of pencil stub, which my daughter picked up outside, and used a small bamboo tube to learn to write, which is regarded as a treasure.

The handwriting on it is handsome and neat, without a single typo.

However, she will never receive a letter from her daughter again...

Also...no daughter...

She shook her hands and grabbed the paper into a ball and threw it on the ground, covering her face and crying bitterly.

Lin Yulan jumped out of bed with tears in her eyes, picked up the ball of paper and read it back to Lin Yuzhu, sat back on the edge of the bed and hugged Fang Shuhui's shoulders, and cried together with her.

"She must hate us so much... Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo to my daughter "

Lin Yuzhu looked down at the yellow straw paper in her hand, was silent for a while, then flattened it and picked up a pencil to continue writing in the blank space.

"I was an abandoned baby because of a bad heart. My parents wanted to drown me. Fortunately, by chance, I was able to live for 25 years. I don't know what my parents looked like. My adoptive father was a An old teacher. He often said that there is a vast sea of ​​people, and meeting is fate. You and I should also have fate. I will do my best to take good care of this body, cherish it, and cherish it. "

It is difficult for a mother who has lost her daughter to accept reality and accept her immediately.

She could only follow the temptation from the side. In her memory, this mother was a soft-hearted and kind person.

Fang Shuhui was tired from crying, she leaned softly on Lin Yulan's body, her eyes were empty.

When the crumpled yellow straw paper was held up in front of her, her eyeballs moved, and her heart ached after seeing it.

She had planned to bury her daughter and go with them.

Now this familiar yet unfamiliar daughter turned out to be a poor person...

Lin Yulan stretched her head to look at it, and cried out loudly, "You are too miserable..."

"Don't worry about whether I'm miserable or not, why don't you hurry up and get sympathy? She's miserable enough, don't let her think about doing something stupid for a while." Lin Yuzhu handed her the pen and paper.

Lin Yulan took it, not knowing how to write, and said weakly in a crying voice: "I...I think...I was actually doing well before..."

"Didn't you say that your mother doesn't love you? Then follow this line of thought and write a semi-propositional composition. The central idea is: don't give up life, there are still people in this world who need you."

"Uh..." Lin Yulan blinked and looked at her with tears in her eyes, "You are not a teacher..."

Isn't the wish I said before very embarrassing?

Lin Yuzhu smiled faintly, "My dad is a teacher, and I used to be a self-media. Don't worry, here, you have no chance to go to school."

The thunder stopped and the rain continued.

Lin Yuzhu sat in the main room silently looking out at the gray sky that was raining continuously.

She was kicked out.

What the lack of heart said requires an immersive writing environment, with her presence exhausted, and the invigilator standing next to the sense of sight.

She raised her right hand to look at the small plum blossom mole on her wrist.

Fortunately, the space that was accidentally obtained in the previous life is still there.

The plum blossom pattern gradually became clear, and with a flash of light, Lin Yuzhu let out a long sigh of relief, and finally opened the door for her.

As soon as her consciousness moved, she appeared in the space, and she couldn't help the corners of her eyes twitching.

Ah this...

The body is not hers, can't get in
"This is too pitiful..."

Her helpless wailing echoed in the wilderness of twenty square meters.

She tried to kick the weeds, which didn't budge and passed through her feet without hindrance.

She glanced at the sign on the lintel of the dilapidated store, a little speechless.

In the past, electronic screens were used for transactions, and touch screens were clicked.

Now this supply and marketing agency...

Doing too much?
A big glowing egg rolled out of the door, Gulu Gulu rolled to her feet, and it took a long time to stay upright.

"Don't tell me, you are that sand sculpture of Tata."

"Zhuzhu~Hello~Emma, ​​let you see my original form, shy~"

The clear voice of the little Zhengtai was that he was right.

"Why are you an ass?" Lin Yuzhu squatted on the ground and poked him with a sleepy expression.

Suddenly realizing that I could actually touch him, I felt a little better.

"I'm coming out of my shell!" Tata shouted happily.

Click.

The egg cracked two holes.

Two little feet kicked out of the crack and ran happily.

Lin Yuzhu rested her chin and watched the egg run away with complicated emotions. Sure enough, the way the sand sculpture came out of its shell was very sand sculpture.

The two-legged egg ran back, and after a while, the pointed head split a crack, and a small head pushed the shell open, revealing a chubby little face.

On the bald head, there is only hair at the fontanelle, heart-shaped, cute and cute.

"What's going on, what's the situation in this space now? How can I reclaim this wasteland? The store can't be used?"

Tata retracted her feet and sat down with a sad face.

"Where do you think you got a second life? It's my uncle who used space energy to split a space-time tunnel for you! If there is no energy, the space will become a random initial state, and the store will not open until the energy is restored."

Lin Yuzhu stretched out her hand to walk through the weeds, "I have no body, who will farm the land, where is the spring water?"

"Who else can plant it, my little helper, I'll say it~ the spring water is over there." Tata hopped and hopped far away, and fell down in the grass with a thud.

Lin Yuzhu tentatively pointed at the small puddle the size of a palm, "Is this... my spiritual spring?"

"Surprised or unexpected!" Tata shook the mud off the eggshell, "The little thing is quite naughty, almost broke my leg."

Lin Yuzhu's whole body is not well.

In the past Lingquan, she had no problem swimming in it, but now it is a problem to cover it with a palm.
"Where are the tools of labor?"

"In the store."

"Then how do you open up wasteland?"

"unarmed!"

Lin Yuzhu tried to find his hand, but couldn't find it, and the two fell silent.

It's useless to stay in the space any longer, we can only wait for him to completely break out of his shell.

(End of this chapter)