I pampered my mother in the nurturing game

Chapter 1 Welcome to Xiaoyu Cultivation
The dark and long dirt road is flanked by cornfields as tall as a person on both sides, and the sounds of crickets and wind and rain are mingled with each other.

An old-fashioned bicycle with [-] big bars was lying crookedly on the side of the road. The flashlight tied to the front of the handlebar was the only light on the country road.

Relying on the faint light, a thin figure staggered and hobbled up the bicycle, barely holding it steady, with a pair of feet completely immersed in the muddy water. Blood was constantly flowing out of the soles of the feet and calves, and merged into the dim muddy water.

The figure gradually fades away, as if blending into the long night.

Yu Feiwan felt as if his heart had been struck by a blunt knife, and feelings of powerlessness and suffocation followed one after another.

She stretched out her hand, desperately trying to help the person, who was so close yet so far apart in time and space.

As soon as the scene changed before my eyes, the smooth and soft land looked as if it had just been plowed, and from time to time there were flocks of birds flying across the sky.

The wind is gentle and the rain is gentle, everything seems to be peaceful and fresh with the revival of all things.

Before Yu Feiwan could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the same thin figure, kneeling on the ground silently, suffering the despair and grief that penetrated his bones.

Beyond the figure, there are two grave bags in front of them, one large and one small. There are still unburned paper money in front of the graves.

Let’s take a look at Yu Shuishan’s first descendant, Li Lan.The person who erected the monument was his daughter Yu Ping.

Brother Yu Peng.The person who erected the monument was the eldest sister Yu Ping.

Yu Ping, Yu Ping.

This is her mother
Tears welled up in Yu Feiwan's eyes.

Whether it is the person who breaks his leg late at night and grits his teeth to hold on and still wants to go home, or the person who is silently kneeling in front of two graves now, they are all mothers in their youth.

A little bit of spring rain became a steady patter.

The figure kneeling in front of the grave stepped forward to hold the tombstone, crying with forbearance and despair.

His lips were bitten and bleeding, but he didn't make a sound.

"I can't seem to hold on anymore."

"Help me."

Yu Feiwan wanted to hug his mother, but her whole body was pulled away by a strong force.

"mom!"

……

In midsummer, the wind blows violently, the thunder roars, and the air is filled with deep moisture, as if the whole world is trembling.

A bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, and Yu Feiwan was sweating profusely and woke up from the nightmare.

She once again dreamed of her young mother asking for help.

But even in her dream, she couldn't give her mother a hug.

It has been three years since my mother passed away.

She had heard her mother talk about these hardships, and every time she leaned on her mother's shoulder and held her mother's hand tightly with her little hands.

Yu Feiwan's eyes were slightly red, she picked up her phone and opened the WeChat chat page, which was filled with messages she had sent to her mother.

Three years later, she is still used to sending messages to her mother to chat when she is lonely and sad.

However, the message sent was never responded to, and the video call was never connected.

Yu Feiwan sighed and opened the photo album.

In the photo album, my mother always has gray hair, obvious wrinkles, and an air of old age that cannot be concealed, as if she has never been young.

Yu Feiwan felt sour in his heart and no longer felt sleepy.

What a strange dream, but extremely real.

Tears fell one drop at a time on the phone screen, blurring his vision.

After an unknown amount of time, the phone exited the camera page, and a cute healing little girl icon appeared on the screen.

Xiaoyu life.

In this bunch of application icons, it doesn’t seem obvious.

Yu Feiwan didn't even remember when he downloaded it.

Vitality Girl is a healing, companionship and development mobile game. She once acted coquettishly and played with her mother, jokingly calling her her adopted daughter.

My mother always said she disliked it, but she was always happy to sit on the sofa with her and watch the drama.

In fact, she could tell that her mother loved every moment she was with her.

Thinking of this, Yu Feiwan's red eyes were full of nostalgia and nostalgia.

She is not her mother's biological daughter. Her mother, who was nearly thirty years old, picked her up at the foot of a coal-ash slope.

Since then, mother and daughter have been dependent on each other.My mother always said that she was the one who saved her, but it was clearly her mother who saved her from freezing in the twelfth lunar month of winter.

Xiao Yu's life...

Looking at the cute pink icon, Yu Feiwan curled his lips, and a hint of bitterness overflowed from his smile.

She is Xiao Yu, and her mother was also Xiao Yu.

Blessed to the soul, moved by his thoughts, Yu Fei opened the icon later.

Fate.

A pulling sensation and dizziness that was a hundred times stronger than in the dream came over me.

"Welcome to Xiaoyu Cultivation."

"Binding player identity successful."

"Binding player bank card successful."

The sudden series of electronic sounds made her head feel more and more painful.

Rubbing my temples, I saw a brick house from the 80s and [-]s, with a thin layer of unmelted snow on the roof.

There is a tall jujube tree planted in the small courtyard, and there is a small area surrounded by a fence in the southeast corner. There are a few cooing chickens fluttering inside. I don’t know if they are showing off that they have laid eggs or accusing this cold chicken. In the cold winter, smoke curls up from outside the chimney, floating in the air and being outlined by the north wind into a stretched painting.

This scene makes people feel at ease and can't help but feel nostalgic.

Her dizzy head seemed to be slowly healed by this small courtyard.

What is this, what is this place.

It was not the room she was familiar with, and the mobile phone she held in her hand was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was an extra panel in her mind.

"Xiao Yu's life." Four words hung high at the top of the panel.

A prompt pops up on the panel, "The novice protection period is 24 hours. During the novice protection period, players can choose to be invisible."

"The player's ultimate mission is to pamper Xiao Yu."

Yu Feiwan suddenly realized that he was either still dreaming, or he had encountered something that could not be explained by science for the time being.

For example, entering the development game.

The icon that suddenly appears on your phone is the media.

"Whether you choose to be invisible."

"Whether you choose to be invisible."

"Whether you choose to be invisible."

This sentence is displayed on the panel densely on top of each other, accompanied by a series of ding-dong sounds.

Tsk, he is still impatient.

"Stealth."

Benefits for newbies, don’t use them in vain.

The novice's protection period is only 24 hours, which means she has to use these 24 hours to solve the identity problem.

Yu Feiwan twitched his nose, smelling something vaguely sweet like roasted sweet potatoes.

and many more!

Baked sweet potatoes?
Yu Feiwan sniffed around and found that the sweet and fragrant smell was indeed coming from the room in front of her.

Yu Feiwan raised his feet and gently opened the door following the smell.

There was a squeaking sound, more like it was blown away by the howling cold wind, without disturbing anyone.

Passing through the empty and simple main house and stepping into the cramped and crowded east room, the newspapers covering the walls inevitably turned black and yellow due to the smoke and fire day after day. There was the sound of wood crackling in the firewood stove, and Accompanied by the rich aroma of roasted sweet potatoes.

Two people, one large and one small, gathered around the steaming stove, and you could even hear the sound of swallowing saliva clearly.

One is a little girl in her early ten years, and the other is a little baby about three or four years old.

Yu Feiwan stared at the name floating above the little girl's head in trance.

"Yu Ping."

Yu Ping...

her mother's name.

It's her mother's name!

(End of this chapter)