The beauty is charming and strong, and the cold Buddhist son is deified

Chapter 13 Space Awakening
Song Dalin was on guard at the Song family that night. After the six children finished their meal and washed up, they went back to their rooms to sleep.

In the three sisters' boudoirs, there are three small beds separated by three cabinets. Each sister has her own bed and wardrobe. This is the advantage of being born in a carpenter's family. There is no shortage of furniture.

Song Qingwan slept on the bed in the innermost room. There was a window next to her that looked out over her small backyard. Beyond the backyard was the sandy land facing the river, and beyond that was a tributary of the Grand Canal.

The drinking and drinking water for the people nearby are all in the Grand Canal, which is very convenient.

A lot of things happened in the Song family today. The fifth child was frightened. He originally wanted to sleep next to Song Qingwan, but he considered that she would not sleep well at night and would kick Song Qingwan's wound.

So Song Qingya slept in her sister's bed, which gave Song Qingwan a chance to catch her breath and finally have her own private space.

She actually traveled back to ancient times and was given a second life. Perhaps this was God's reward for her noble sacrifice. I just wonder what happened to her teachers in the apocalypse?

Just as Song Qingwan was thinking about the past, a Zhizhi sound suddenly rang in her mind, which surprised her immediately. She immediately called out with her mind: "Zhizhi, are you there?"

Zhizhi is a canary with a chip implanted in her. She can talk and has a high IQ. She is the medium of her previous life's storage space and her best partner.

"Wanwan, I'm here. How come we are still alive?" Zhizhi just woke up and was surprised to find that he was still alive.

The reason why Song Qingwan was able to self-destruct was actually due to the effect of it and the space. The master and servant at least blew up the zombies within a few miles.

"Actually, we traveled through time to ancient times. I got someone else's body to survive. What about you, Zhizhi? Come out and let me see you."

As soon as Song Qingwan finished her words, a fist-sized canary flew into her hand. Its feathers were bright and silky to the touch.

"How is it? I still have a body. It should be the space that protects me. Our space is still there, but it has shrunk to 100 square meters, and all the supplies from my previous life are gone."

That was what Song Qingwan had spent a lot of time to earn in the apocalypse. Without the supplies, there would be no security, which was very regrettable.

"It doesn't matter. As long as we are alive, it's better than anything else." Song Qingwan rubbed her face against the little canary affectionately, missing it very much.

Then he started talking to the little canary about the current situation and didn't go to bed until very late.

After having the little canary, Song Qingwan slept particularly soundly that night and woke up very late the next day. Everyone knew that she was exhausted, but no one came to wake her up.

She slept until she woke up naturally. It was already dawn. Song Qingwan felt much refreshed. Some of her wounds had healed and her headache was gone.

The canary was her lucky star, bringing her space. The power of that space would definitely transform her body into the powerful physique of her previous life.

Song Qingwan was in a good mood. After getting dressed, she took the canary out.

The canary was also very curious about the ancient environment. It would jump onto Song Qingwan's shoulder to take a look, then run to the top of her head, chirping non-stop.

But outsiders couldn't understand what it said at all, only Song Qingwan herself could understand it.

"Hey? Sister, where did you get this little oriole? It's so beautiful." When Song Qingfang saw the canary, she immediately ran over to watch.

Song Qingwan smiled brightly and said, "Don't call it a little yellow oriole just because it is golden in color. It is actually a noble, beautiful, brave and strong canary.

When I woke up, I heard a bang on the back window. As soon as the window was opened, it flew in by itself and followed me.

This is a good omen, sister will definitely have great luck. "Anyway, let's brag about it first, anyway, she won't let herself live too badly. Song Qingfang was stunned, she really believed her words, with an admiring and envious look, sister is right.

There were only a few children at home at that time. After making sure that his mother's condition had improved, Song Dalin asked for leave early in the morning. Given the situation at home, he had to stay at home for a few days before going back to work.

Qingping and Qingan also went to school. Unless it was an extremely urgent matter, the teachers in the college would not allow them to take leave.

But before they left, they had almost prepared the house, prepared breakfast, washed clothes, and swept the floor.
But Song Qingya was still busy in the kitchen. The Song family had a new baby, so she boiled eggs, painted them red, and sent them to her close relatives, friends, and neighbors to announce the good news. She also notified the guests to come and congratulate her when the baby was three years old.

In ancient times, the third day of the New Year was very important for newborns, as it was the beginning of their lives, and the more guests who came, the better.

Because Xiaoqi had suffered a great crime, Song Dalin was determined to help his youngest son "wash three sides" even if it meant selling everything he had, so that he could despise those who framed him.

See? Good triumphs over evil, it's just a trick!
After listening to Xiao Qingfang's story, Song Qingwan understood. After washing up, she went to visit her mother in her room first.

Ye Qiu'niang has woken up and is feeding Xiaoqi.

The baby's pain nerves are not very sensitive, so after Dr. Luo's medication and Song Qingwan's splint fixation, Xiaoqi no longer cried or made a fuss.

He is very easy to take care of, except when he is hungry or peeing, he will cry a little to remind adults.

"Why are you feeding the baby yourself? You haven't recovered yet, right?" The mother's face was still very pale, and she had difficulty holding Xiaoqi's hands, which made Song Qingwan very dissatisfied.

Ye Qiu's mother smiled weakly, "Mom didn't have a high fever last night, and the lochia is normal, so I'm fine.

We must feed him now. Otherwise, if we miss this period, he won’t be able to produce milk in the future, and our little Qi will starve to death, right?”

Song's mother lay sideways, holding her son and feeding him while stroking his head lovingly, her maternal love overflowing.

But her body was trembling slightly, and it was obvious that she was struggling.

Song Qingwan sighed, and immediately stepped forward to support Song Xiaoqi, "You'd better lie down, so that Xiaoqi can eat while lying down without having to exert any strength."

Ye Qiuniang was stunned for a moment, then she burst into laughter, "You are such a hard-hearted sister, how can a child drink milk like this? Xiaoqi is still injured."

"Hey, don't underestimate our Xiao Qi, he is very capable."

Sure enough, even when lying down, the human cub was sucking milk with relish, obviously a little foodie.

"It's over, it's over. Here comes another edible one. My father can't feed him anymore."

"Haha, you kid..." Ye Qiuniang was helpless, but in a good mood. Her eldest daughter had indeed changed, but wasn't she also her daughter?
After Song Qingwan dealt with her mother's side, she went to the kitchen to drink some porridge, and then followed Song Qingya to deliver eggs.

The Song family came from other places and none of their relatives were in the capital. Apart from their neighbors, there were a few colleagues of Song Dalin with whom he had a good relationship.

Colleagues had their own fathers to send them off, and the two sisters only sent off the neighbors who were on good terms with the Song family.

But Song Qingwan didn't know that there was a surprise waiting for her on this trip.

(End of this chapter)