Chapter 18

"Girl Li, Leng Yi said that you saved the young master from illness last time?" Niu Jing suddenly said.

coming!

Du Xiaoli was so worried that he was really remembered? She looked at Han Mingyi with disgust and said, "yes, I saved him last time. He not only didn't thank me, but also kicked me."

Du Xiuheng heard Du Xiaoli's words and looked at Han Mingyi. Han Mingyi bowed his head unnaturally and drank soup.

Niu Jing smiled twice and asked, "how do you know that you can save the young master in that way?"

"I don't know either." Du Xiaoli shook his head and said, "after I was ill last time, I found a lot of things in my mind. When I thought about it, it came out. Grandpa Niu, did you say I met an immortal?"

"Immortal?" Niu Jing looked at Du Xiaoli strangely.

"Yes!" Du Xiaoli nodded and said, "last time I thought I was dead, and then I went to a place with many beautiful women. They said I shouldn't go there, so they pushed me, and then I woke up. Later, I got better."

Niu Jing and Han Mingyi looked at each other and wondered if they should believe Du Xiaoli's words. It is impossible to say that the immortal saved her and gave her a lot of knowledge. But a seven year old child knows how to treat Han Mingyi's convulsions, which is also unimaginable.

"Maybe it's really given to you by the gods!" Niu Jing said, "but it's given to you. You should cherish it, you know?"

"Grandpa Niu, can you not tell others?" Du Xiaoli looked carefully at Niujing.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want others to treat me as a monster!" Du Xiaoli lowered his head sadly and said, "if people in the village knew that I had died once, would they think I was a monster and drive me away?"

Niu Jing thought about it and thought it was possible. The people in the village have never seen the world. They have lived here all their life. Their thoughts are inevitably pedantic. If they really know, they don't know how to treat her!

"OK, I promise you."

"Thank you, Grandpa Niu!" Du Xiaoli said happily.

When Han Mingyi finished drinking the soup in the bowl, Niujing took them back. After leaving the yard, Han Mingyi said, "do you believe what she said?"

"Anyway, this is the best explanation." Niu Jing looked back at the lonely yard on the hillside and sighed.

After they left, Du Xiaoli went to give Du Xiuheng a bowl. This time, Du Xiuheng didn't take the bowl, but grabbed her wrist and asked calmly, "who are you?"

"Bang -"

The bowl in Du Xiaoli's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and the Milky soup splashed on the ground.

"Brother, what are you talking about?" Du Xiaoli felt a little flustered for the first time when he came to the world. To be exact, it was the first panic since joining the organization in a previous life.

Du Xiuheng looked at his familiar face and said word by word, "you don't my sister. Who are you?"

"I......" Du Xiaoli just opened her mouth and was blocked by Du Xiuheng.

"Don't talk about immortals. I don't believe it. My sister has been afraid of snakes since she was a child. She can't even look at them, let alone kill snakes and stew."

Du Xiaoli opened her mouth and wanted to weave a reason. Seeing Du Xiuheng's bright eyes, she found that she couldn't say those words. She broke away from Du Xiuheng's hand, did it on the ground next to him, looked at the distant plain and said, "you're right, I'm not your sister."

"Where is my sister? Who are you?" seems to be expected. Du Xiuheng was not too surprised, or he has subconsciously accepted the fact since he suspected it.

"Your sister died, so did I, and then I came back to life in your sister." Du Xiaoli said faintly, "I have the same name as her, but I have lived for more than 20 years, and she has only lived for a few years."

"No wonder, no wonder..." Du Xiuheng seemed to have all his strength taken away and leaned back against the wall.

No wonder? Du Xiaoli looked at Du Xiuheng suspiciously.

Du Xiuheng suddenly covered his face with his hands, sobbed and said: As like as two peas, brother, brother, "I actually found that she had no breath. At the time, she was breathing like that. Her sister looked exactly like her. I don't believe it. I don't believe my sister died like a mother. I went to decoct medicine and drink medicine. My sister would be fine. So when I ran out and came back, I found she was alive and breathing, and she could open her eyes and call my brother. …”

Du Xiaoli was frightened. Her predecessor had died before she came?

"But I gradually found that this sister is no longer my familiar sister. She used to be timid and scared when she saw outsiders. She is also not sensible. She often loses her temper at home and will turn upside down if she doesn't follow her. She feels uncomfortable when she smells the medicinal herbs. It's impossible to learn to distinguish the medicinal herbs from Lord Niu. She doesn't know how to cook and what to do after being bitten by a snake How to cure... "Du Xiuheng murmured that Du Xiaoli was different from his predecessor," but I was afraid. I was afraid to face this matter. I was afraid that my mother would blame me if I didn't take good care of my sister. I promised her to take good care of my sister... "

Du Xiaoli didn't know what to say to comfort him. Du Xiuheng's words broke her qualification to continue to be his sister and made her officially face the fact that she was not a person in the world for the first time. No matter how she escapes and plays the role of her sister, she is not her after all. She is a lonely soul in this world. She wanted to find a place to rely on, but now she was told the truth. She is not his sister. Then what qualification does she have to live in the name of his sister? "You..." she wanted to ask him what you were going to do. Maybe she was afraid that he would say something about abandonment, so she said a word and couldn't say anything later. They then sat like this, sitting from the middle of the day to the sunset, and no one said a word. After dark, Du Xiuheng groped back to his house. Du Xiaoli continued to sit under the eaves, looking at the stars, but found himself more and more lonely. Is she destined to have no family or relatives? Even if she lives again, can't she have the warm family affection? Du Xiuheng looked at the small figure sitting alone in the moonlight outside the door, put his hand over his face and lay down heavily. After a while, Du Xiaoli went back to her room, but she didn't fall asleep and kept paying attention to the situation outside. She didn't know what kind of choice Du Xiuheng would make. If he ran to the lower village all night and told others that he was reviving from the dead, he would certainly burn her with fire according to the thoughts of those people. So once Du Xiuheng goes out, she will leave immediately.