In the cold winter, water turns into ice.

On the earthen kang in the farmer's house, Su Wanwan and a little kid were staring at each other.

"Are you sure I'm your aunt, and your name is Jiaojiao?"

The little girl nodded, not quite understanding.

Su Wanwan finally confirmed that she had transmigrated into a book.

I was transmigrated into a book called "The Wrong Love for the Sweet Wife, the Sadistic Love", and the little girl in front of me is the future heroine of this book, and I am the girl's aunt and future adoptive mother?

The door was pushed open with a creaky sound, and a woman wearing a very ugly hat stuck her head in. A gust of cold wind blew in, accompanied by a loud voice.

"Hey! Big sister is awake?

Get up quickly, your sister and brother-in-law are going to be buried, take Jiaojiao with you to see them off!"

Against the light, the face of the person coming could not be seen at all, but his sturdy figure was even more bloated under the cotton coat. He wore a crappy hat and a thick scarf that wrapped him tightly. Together with the north wind, it made people's pupils shrink continuously.

Su Wanwan shivered subconsciously. It was so cold!

Seeing the loud voice rushing in, he pulled her off the kang.

"Hey sister, why are you still standing there?

Your sister and brother-in-law are waiting to be buried. You have only one child like Jiaojiao. Why don't you let Jiaojiao go to see her parents?"

Only then did she remember that she came when the original owner fainted from fright after seeing her sister and brother-in-law's death.

The loud man was very strong. He took Su Wanwan's cotton shoes and put them on her. He reached out to pick up the little girl next to him, and pulled Su Wanwan out of this house with very regional characteristics.

As soon as she got outside, Su Wanwan realized that this was the north, not the south.

She's really...really...really cold!

Did this guy go into the cellar?

The north wind was as sharp as a knife, and it made her face numb instantly. As a southerner, it was the first time she experienced the coldness of the north.

People in the south can’t bear it!

"Sister, your sister and brother-in-law are also pitiful.

It's normal to see them faint from fear, but it's outrageous not to go back after sending the spirit away! Our local custom is not to bury the dead with regrets, as that will turn them into vengeful spirits!

Quick, quick, quick——

Take Jiaojiao to see them for the last time!"

There was a lot of chatter, and Su Wanwan had a wooden face and just listened. She was frightened by the cold air that she was not used to, and was dragged away by the loud voice.

I saw a yard full of white banners, and in the middle were two medium-sized peach wood coffins!

"People are coming, people are coming, let Jiaojiao take a look so that we can close the coffin lid!"

An old voice emerged in this chaotic moment, and then everyone looked at Su Wanwan and the child in the loud voice's arms.

At this moment, all of Su Wanwan's attention was attracted by the two coffins in front of her. She walked forward woodenly, pulled the coffin lid to look inside, and her facial features had all become flat, and she even forgot to scream.

His face was completely pale, and his body was stiff with fear.

It was the first time in her life that she saw a dead person. When her parents died, she only saw ashes.

He turned his head stiffly and saw another coffin next to him. The face of the person inside was even more miserable. The eyeballs were put in, and there was not much skin left on the face. Dark brown blood was congealed on it.

When she suddenly saw that unrecognizable face, Su Wanwan felt as if her heart was not her own.

Only when she was touched by the loud voice next to her did she feel the reality. She had really come to the world in the book.

“Wow wow—

I want my mother, I want my mother——"

With this tearing baby voice, Su Wanwan was scared back from screaming.

She hurriedly took Jiaojiao from the loudmouth's arms and held her face in her arms.

"Auntie is here, Auntie is here!

Don’t cry!

Jiaojiao, don't cry!"

It seems to be instinctive, the body does it.

Jiaojiao kept crying, and Su Wanwan was so scared that she felt weak in the knees, but she kept speaking to comfort the frightened Jiaojiao.

Jiaojiao is only four and a half years old, how could she be frightened like this?

Loud-mouthed and the others were also wiping their tears. This was the rule, and they also didn't want their children to see this kind of scene. But what else could they do if they didn't see the couple who died so tragically?

"My condolences, take good care of the children!"

He pulled Su Wanwan, who had no reaction, aside and whispered something to comfort her in a loud voice.

The dead cannot be resurrected, so the living must look forward.

"Cover the coffin..."

The old voice sounded again, pulling Su Wanwan and Jiaojiao apart with a loud voice.

After taking them to the side, a group of men came forward to close the coffin lid, and then tied two large roosters with bright red combs to the coffin board.

"rise--"

Along with this sound, two coffins were lifted up by sixteen men. The sounds of suona, gongs and crying were intertwined together, and they slowly moved out accompanied by paper money flying all over the sky.