Zhou Xiang's parents are both working and are busy at work every day. Zhou Xiang started washing dishes and sweeping the floor at the age of five, and started doing laundry and cooking at the age of seven or eight.

My eldest brother has intellectual disabilities due to meningitis and lives with my grandfather in the county town. My grandfather is a cadre and has a high salary.

His older sister and third brother lived with his grandmother in the county town, and only Zhou Xiang moved to the town with his parents when he was five years old.

When he was eleven years old, his eighteen-year-old sister Zhou Yu returned to the family. However, the things Zhou Xiang did on a daily basis did not decrease, but increased.

My sister only cooks and washes clothes. Zhou Xiang is responsible for washing dishes and clothes, and everything else is still done by Zhou Xiang.

At the age of twelve, Zhou Xiang was admitted to the junior high school in the county. He went to live with his grandmother and began a more difficult life.

My grandmother was illiterate, had bound feet, and walked slowly. She set up a melon seed stall at the county station. Every day after school at noon, Zhou Xiang had to go to the melon seed stall to get vegetables to take home and cook, or ask my grandmother to go home and cook.

Grandma doesn't accept food delivery, so even if Zhou Xiang takes the vegetables home to cook, he has to let Grandma eat after they are done. Grandma then lets Zhou Xiang go to school. It takes Zhou Xiang twenty minutes to walk from home to the stall, and Grandma's small feet make it even slower, so it is common for Zhou Xiang to be late for class in the afternoon.

Zhou Xiang was still responsible for cooking after school in the evening, and he had almost no time to do his homework, as his grandmother turned off the lights at a fixed time.

In order to save coal, grandma never turned off the coal stove every night, so Zhou Xiang had to get up early every day to light the stove, and then grandma would come to make breakfast before Zhou Xiang could go wash up.

Breakfast was almost always leftovers from the previous day. Zhou Xiang looked at the fried rice in his bowl and the egg fried rice in his third brother's bowl, and always wondered how his grandmother could cook two kinds of rice in one pot.

其实外婆也并不是疼三哥，只是在外婆这里相对来说，男孩比女孩重要点，三哥十四了，很内向的人，是被外婆按照棍棒底下出孝子的道理，每天揍一两顿揍出来的性格，从七岁揍到大。

The elder sister and third brother always said that their parents kept Zhou Xiang with them because they loved her. In fact, Zhou's mother told her that because she was a girl and too young, her grandfather and grandmother were unwilling to take her in, so her parents brought her to live in the town.

My grandmother lives in a very small house allocated by her unit. The front was demolished and a four-story shopping mall was built. There is a warehouse on the right and the new building of the post office on the left. The small yard of dozens of square meters becomes a steamer at night in the summer.

Zhou Xiang went to sleep on the rooftop of a big shopping mall, but was woken up by the cold in the middle of summer night, his body covered in dew. When he was in the third grade of junior high school, Zhou Xiang had wrist pain and was diagnosed with rheumatism.

A bottle of medicine containing 100 pills costs 28 yuan, which is a high price for Zhou's mother, who only earns 27.8 yuan a month, so she only buys three days' supply at a time, twice a month.

Because of her poor academic performance, Zhou Xiang was admitted to a technical school and graduated in three years. At the age of 18, her mother found her a job at a catering service company. As everyone knows, the state-owned restaurant and the bathhouse belong to this company.

Zhou wanted to work in a state-owned restaurant that had been contracted out and was assigned to wash dishes. She was soaked in water all day long, and rheumatism had become her companion.

She got married at the age of 22 and had a child at the age of 26. Her husband was a very suspicious person, so if Zhou wanted to get home from get off work within ten minutes, the phone at the state-owned hotel would ring.

At the age of 38, Zhou Xiang finally managed to leave the house with nothing, left the suffocating in-laws' home, and went to Kyoto to work. She met a local Kyoto man who had a daughter, and the two did not have any more children. This second husband was a good-tempered man, and Zhou Xiang lived a very happy life.

No need to worry about housing or savings, and live a happy life.

In her old age, no one was willing to support her. Her daughter-in-law said that she was already someone else's family and had not fulfilled her responsibility to raise her son until he was 18 years old.

The stepdaughter said that her father was gone and she had nothing in this house, so she could leave.

Zhou Xiang, whose limbs are stiff due to rheumatism, drags her body to pick up garbage and waste paper every day and sells them to make a living. Her home is under the bridge.

One day she picked up a broken bracelet that looked like silver but wasn't, so she just wore it. Her second husband had bought her several pieces of jewelry, but they were later taken back by her stepdaughter.

Zhou Xiang looked at the bracelet on his wrist, thinking about the happiness he had experienced in those years, and his dry eyes turned slightly red.

One time, the bracelet accidentally absorbed blood from the finger, and then it became connected to Zhou Xiang. Zhou Xiang had read a few novels when he was young, and guessed that this might be a space-related thing, so he thought about going in.

Inside was a small farmyard with three thatched houses and a low bamboo fence outside. The entire yard was about two hundred square meters. There was a well on one side of the yard, but the well had dried up. On the other half were six cultivated plots of land, but nothing was planted in them.

On the left side of the thatched house is the bedroom, in the middle is the living room, and on the right is a place similar to a study, with a desk and a chair. There is a tall bookshelf on the right wall, but the bookshelf is empty.

There is a door on the back wall of the study. When it is opened, there is a staircase, and going down is a basement, which is also empty.

The fence can only open the door, but you can't walk out. It's the same all around, and soft things block the way.

From then on, Zhou Xiang, the scavenger, would put anything he found that he thought was good into the warehouse in the space, including old mobile phones, broken tablets, broken laptops, broken fans, broken refrigerators, washing machines, and air conditioners. In short, he would collect some scrap metal and even some complete books.

Zhou Xiang planted the fruit core he picked up in the corner of the yard and brought water from outside to irrigate it. The fruit core grew into a fruit tree and bore fruit in half a year.

The things blocked outside the fence are also strange. People can't push it, but when the trees grow up, they can push it open and the fruits can be picked.

So Zhou Xiang planted fruit trees along the edges and corners of that layer. Gradually, he planted ten trees of each kind of apple, pear, and peach. When there was no more space, Zhou Xiang planted a few trees on the ground in the yard.

Each fruit is relatively large and tastes better than the ones sold. This kind of life gives her a sense of satisfaction. She picks up treasures every day, eats fruits, and occasionally uses her old mobile phone to access the nearby Internet to watch videos.

But why? Why did I go back to when I was ten?

When Tang Monk went through eighty tribulations to obtain the Buddhist scriptures, Tathagata Buddha calculated that he had missed one tribulation and gave him one more.

When God was taking me away, did he feel that my suffering was not enough and asked me to start over again?

If I were given some other difficulties, I would accept them optimistically, but to start accepting the difficulties handed down by my relatives again is too much!

What did I do wrong in my previous life?

Do I have to face this kind of life over and over again in this life?

You are the boss, and I am just a chess piece in your hand. You can put me wherever you want, including undoing the move and starting over.

But I don’t want to start over, I’ve had enough of this kind of life!

I don't want to!