Farming by blowing the lamp: the little girl of the fool's family

Chapter 256 She is dead...

There was a "buzzing buzzing" sound in my ears all the time, it seemed that there were thousands of bees flapping their wings in my ears, which was noisy and disturbing.

I don't know how long the sound lasted.

Yang Jiayin only felt that half a century was so far away.

She opened her eyes with difficulty, but she couldn't see anything except the white snow.

She moved her arm, and her whole body was in severe pain. Even this slight movement felt that every nerve in her body was involved. The pain was so painful that she couldn't even take a breath.

The icy snow weighed heavily on her body, making it difficult for her to even breathe.

There was a burning pain in her chest, and her back was pressed against the ice. She felt like a beggar lying in an ice coffin.

Recalling the bits and pieces of myself from the time I traveled to the present.

She had never had a good day, and finally found a way to leave here, but before she could implement it, she encountered a snow mountain avalanche on the way, and at this time she was buried deep in the snow.

Presumably, she, Yang Jiayin, is really the life of a broom star in this life.

Liang was right.

If Li Jinyang hadn't bought her back, her life in the village would have been a bit down at best.

But since being with her, Li Jinyang's life has not been very satisfactory.

Right now, I don't know what happened to Li Jinyang...

From the moment she was hit by a snowball and hugged by Li Jinyang, she found that her heart was trembling, for fear that she would never see Li Jinyang again, or touch his face again.

Compared with wanting to go home after being wronged again and again, she is more afraid of living without him!
If, if he was really with Tang Wanwan, she would look at him from afar and be satisfied.

"Li Jinyang..."

Yang Jiayin murmured softly, the three words carved into the bone marrow, the corners of her eyes were dry, and she couldn't even shed a tear.

Before she died, she thought about it and took another look at his face.

It became more and more difficult to breathe, and the buzzing sound in her head became more and more obvious. Yang Jiayin only felt a white light flashing in front of her eyes, and her whole body gradually began to become numb.

She chuckled silently.

It seemed that she was really going to die in this pile of snow.

Really unable to hold on any longer, Yang Jiayin sighed softly, and slowly closed her eyes.

Gradually, she felt that her whole body became lighter.

It seems that the soul is shelling out, the whole person breaks free from the shackles of the snow, and slowly flies towards the sky.

Well, she died?
But God has mercy on her, is he going to take her home?
Yang Jiayin stretched out her hand to catch the snowflakes fluttering in the sky, breathed a sigh of relief, and followed the snowflakes flying in the air, letting the cold wind blow her, taking her anywhere.

Just as she was floating wantonly in the air, she could only hear low sobs from the ground.

She couldn't help but lower her head, only to find a man kneeling on the snow, with his hands frantically scratching away the snow in front of him, sobbing softly, while shouting hysterically, "Yinyin, yinyin..."

Who is this man?
Why did she feel heartache when she saw his crazy behavior and heard his sobbing and shouting?

Suddenly, Yang Jiayin felt that her breathing became a little suppressed, and a dull pain arose in her chest.

(End of this chapter)