"You...you didn't scold me." After saying this, Song's mother quickly lowered her head.

It was as if she had mustered up all her courage to say those words.

"Why would I scold you?" Song Yueying asked, looking completely bewildered.

"Ah!" Song's mother was stunned. She didn't know why her daughter was cursing her. She only knew that her daughter was good at cursing, and that everyone who came to her for medical treatment would be cursed.

She also often gets scolded by her daughter.

It was easy to guess what Song's mother was thinking. Song Yueying only needed to look at her changes in expression to know what she was thinking.

The original owner did indeed have a strange temper and would curse people at the drop of a hat.

Others have reasons for cursing, but the original owner had no reason for cursing; it was a completely indiscriminate attack, cursing whoever came across.

Song's mother spent the most time with the original owner of this body each day and was scolded the most. As a mother, being constantly scolded by her own daughter was quite pitiful.

“I will never scold you again,” Song Yueying said.

She used the original owner's body, so she has to take the blame for the original owner's mistakes, and she also has to take care of the original owner's mother.

"Why?" Song's mother asked subconsciously.

She had to explain why she wasn't being scolded anymore, which left Song Yueying speechless.

Seeing that her mother was waiting for her answer, Song Yueying took a deep breath, exhaled, and said, "There's no reason why. Just remember what I said."

Song's mother nodded obediently, "Okay, I promise, I will definitely remember what Xiao Yingzi said."

"Hmm." Song Yueying hummed in response, then placed the jar containing the ointment into the wooden medicine box.

My fingers touched the few lonely bottles of pills in the medicine box. I took them out one by one and looked at them; each bottle contained only a few Western medicine pills.

Song Yueying knew that people in this era were poor, but she didn't expect them to be this poor.

"I've been wronged, can I really tell you?" Song's mother asked tentatively.

Song Yueying's thoughts were pulled back. She turned her head to look at her mother and then nodded.

Song's mother asked again, "If I'm bullied, can I really tell you?"

Song Yueying nodded again.

Song's mother cried again, reaching out to hug Song Yueying. "Little Yingzi, where have you been? I've looked everywhere for you but I can't find you. They told me you ran off with your lover."

“I don’t believe it. Even though you like to get angry and often scold me, you’ve never abandoned me.”

"You wouldn't leave me and run off with some other man, would you?"

After asking the question, Song's mother looked at Song Yueying with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. She was afraid that Song Yueying would be angry, and even more afraid that Song Yueying would tell her that she was leaving and that she should take good care of herself at home.

Seeing her mother's uneasy expression, Song Yueying felt a pang of sadness. Her daughter was her mother's only support, and although she spoke firmly, she still harbored worries and fears.

I'm afraid she'll leave me behind.

With a sigh, Song Yueying nodded and said, "I won't abandon you."

"Really? You really won't abandon me?" Song's mother smiled through her tears, but then her face fell as if she had just remembered something. "But, Xiaomeng and the others all said..."

“What Song Rumeng and those people in the village said was a lie. Don’t believe them anymore.” Interrupting her mother, Song Yueying thought that she would leave this place sooner or later.

He added, "Wherever I go in the future, I will take you with me."

Song's mother nodded heavily. The mother and daughter talked inside the house, but a torrential rain started outside.

The rain poured down from the eaves, growing heavier and heavier. The roof tiles, which had been blown open by the wind, had gaps through which rainwater dripped into the house.

"The rain is too heavy, this is going to be bad." Song's mother quickly got up and ran out the door. She soon returned with basins and buckets, which she placed in the leaky areas to catch the rainwater.

Watching her mother busily collecting rainwater, Song Yueying gazed thoughtfully at the rain outside.

Summer downpours come quickly and go quickly.

After the rain, a rainbow appeared in the sky, and wisps of smoke began to rise from the village chimneys. Song Yueying stood at the doorway of the main room, gazing at the beautiful rainbow in the sky.

Song's mother went to the kitchen to make lunch. She heard a knock on the door, stepped through the muddy yard, opened the gate, and saw a person sitting by the gate.

Judging from his clothes, he's a... man.

"Wang Laicai, you good-for-nothing, how dare you come to my house!" Upon seeing the man, Song's mother instinctively assumed it was Wang Laicai, the man who had been harassing her daughter, and her anger flared up.

Looking around, I spotted a rock that was neither too big nor too small against the wall.

She walked over, picked up a stone, and headed towards the man, cursing, "Damn Wang Laicai, you stinking toad, I'll beat you to death!"

Hearing Song's mother cursing, Song Yueying's heart skipped a beat. Fearing someone might die, she waded through the mud to stop her.

At the courtyard gate, Song's mother stopped in her tracks as soon as she saw the man's face, and her hand, which was raised to throw a stone at him, froze.

Song Yueying, who rushed over to stop him, slipped and fell face-first onto the man.

"Ugh." The man let out a muffled groan.

Song's mother was stunned.

At this moment, Song Yueying just wanted to curse herself, saying she was more trouble than she was worth. She tried to get up, supporting herself on the man's chest with both hands, and asked a question after seeing his face clearly.

"How come it's you?" Song Yueying found Qi Yanjue's handsome face both familiar and unfamiliar.

She had only been back in the village a short while when he followed her. Song Yueying was so angry that she forgot to get up.

"Little Shadow, do you know him?" Song's mother asked, forgetting to put down the stones she was holding in her hands.

“I know her.” Song Yueying turned to look at her mother and saw the stone she was holding in her hands. “Please put the stone down first.”

With Qi Yanjue's skill and reflexes, Song's mother would have kicked the stone far away before it even hit the ground.

Song's mother listened to her daughter the most and threw the stone aside.

"Little Shadow, how do you know him? I've never seen him in the village before." Song's mother was very puzzled. "Why is he sleeping in front of our house?"

Ignoring the previous question from Song's mother, Song Yueying answered the next question directly, "I don't know either... no."

Song Yueying suddenly realized that even though she had thrown the man so hard, he hadn't woken up. She reached out and lifted Qi Yanjue's eyelids to take a look, and came to a conclusion.

"He's not asleep, he's unconscious."

"Oh, she was unconscious!" The exclamation had barely left her lips when Song's mother's expression suddenly changed. Could it be that her daughter had fallen on someone and knocked them unconscious?

No, I absolutely cannot let my daughter bear the blame for hurting someone.

"Well... well... it's alright, he'll wake up on his own. Little Shadow, stop clinging to him, get up quickly." Song's mother quickly reached out and pulled her daughter up.

He even pulled his daughter back a step.

Seeing the alarmed expression on her mother's face, Song Yueying asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Song's mother said, "Let's ignore him and hurry into the yard."

“If we ignore him, someone could very well die.” Song Yueying was telling the truth.

"What do you mean?" Song's mother asked, puzzled.

“It means he will die,” Song Yueying replied.