"Saya, hurry up...save Sanya...protect the master..."
"Wu Ya...Mother...you are a bunch of ungrateful wolves..."
Looking at the man who was trapped in a nightmare, his low muttering echoed in my ears.
Du Xiaoying also fell into the tragic scene of the nightmare in her previous life. Tears poured out from the corners of her eyes like a flood, and her heart was torn and bleeding.
She had a bold guess in her heart.
Du Xiaoying had almost no sleep all night. Her eyes were red as she looked at the man's thin waist covered with scars. She was a little dazed and her voice was hoarse.
"Last night....you had a nightmare!"
She didn't say a question, but an affirmative one, staring straight at the man's stern face.
The man's eyelashes trembled slightly, his sword-like eyebrows were tightly knitted, his thin lips moved slightly, and his voice was low and suppressed, "When I was on a mission, I was injured and sent to the hospital. I was in critical condition for a while. Even my old comrades said that I almost didn't survive several times and was in a coma for a long time.
After waking up, I only remember having a very vivid nightmare, as if... my soul was floating in the sky, and in the dream I watched the news of Daya being sold and my sacrifice being passed back home... "
Du Xiaoying couldn't stop sobbing, and the miserable experiences of her daughters in her previous life reappeared before her eyes one by one. She quickly lowered her head to hide the monstrous hatred in her scarlet eyes.
She didn't know why, but she was sure that everything in the man's dream was exactly what she and her daughter had experienced in their previous life.
"So...you retired from the army and changed your job?" Du Xiaoying's voice was very soft.
"Yeah." Song Guoliang's Adam's apple rolled and his voice became hoarse.
"I don't know why, but I always feel that it was so real, as if...it had happened. The first thing I saw when I came back was you protecting Daya, fighting one against many..."
Du Xiaoying blinked hard to control the tears in her eyes, hesitating whether she should tell the truth to this man.
.....
"Okay, you said it was a dream. Now our family has long been separated. You have a job, and I can also earn enough work points.
As soon as the brigade primary school opens in the fall, I'll send the children to school. Everything will be different from your dream. Our family will only get better and better. Everything in the dream will never happen!
Du Xiaoying's voice was firm, and her resolute tone not only comforted the man, but also encouraged and affirmed herself.
The secret of living a new life was eventually buried deep in his heart.
She doesn't dare to gamble!
She couldn't imagine the consequences if the news leaked.
Who is Song Guoliang? He has experienced countless life and death situations in the past ten years and is extremely vigilant and sharp. He had long noticed that his wife was worried and hiding many secrets after she came back this time, but he did not ask any questions.
He couldn't imagine the bitterness and pain that his wife had raised the child alone for so many years, and she didn't really trust him as her husband. He believed that when the time came, his wife would speak up.
It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t say it, as long as his wife and daughter are happy and safe in this life!
"Mom and Dad, can we have porridge and sweet potatoes in the morning?" Daya pushed the door open and came in.
Seeing her daughter, Du Xiaoying quickly waved, "Da Ya, come and help Mom make clothes. Hurry up, both of you, so that the new clothes can be made soon."
"Then I'll let Erya cook." Daya said and was about to go out.
Song Guoliang stood up and said, "I'm going to cook. You and your mother can sew clothes first."
San Ya lowered her head to review yesterday's knowledge.
Siya and Wuya blinked their big black eyes and watched their mother and elder sister making clothes curiously.
Du Xiaoying was holding the new clothes she had made for Daya. She glanced at her two daughters with a smile, "Fourth and Fifth daughters, stay away. We are sewing and don't have time to spare. Be careful not to prick you."
Daya also quickly moved her butt back.
"Go back." San Ya put down the notebook and pulled her two sisters to her side.
The father and daughter brought breakfast bowls and chopsticks into the house, and the five mothers and daughters hurriedly got off the kang to wash their hands.
Du Xiaoying looked at the extra yellow and soft egg custard in the bowl, pursed her lips, and nodded, "Well, you eat too."
"Well, eat quickly."
Song Guoliang agreed, but did not touch the bowl of egg custard. He finished his breakfast in a few bites and went out.
Everyone in the village is used to older children taking care of younger children. Many girls as old as San Ya lead their younger brothers and sisters to collect grass for pigs in exchange for work points.
As usual, Du Xiaoying gave each of her daughters two pieces of fruit candy and half a piece of peach cake wrapped in paper.
"Eat when you're hungry, rest when you're tired. Don't get too tired, okay?"
"I know, don't worry, Mom." San Ya patted her chest, carried a water bottle and a backpack, and slowly walked up the mountain with her two younger sisters.
"The same goes for you two. If you're tired, take a break. Don't exhaust yourselves. Do you hear me?"
"I know~" Erya smiled and took Mu's mother's arm and acted coquettishly.
"Mom, you tell me every day, and my sister and I have already memorized it. Besides, there is sweet sugar water. One sip will make you feel less tired immediately."
"You, mom can't argue with you."
Du Xiaoying reached out and touched Erya's forehead. With her other hand, she took her eldest daughter's hand. Daya, who was only fourteen years old, had calluses and scars on her hands from years of work. She couldn't help but say with concern, "Daya, remember to apply oil to your hands after washing your face every day."
Daya smiled shyly, "Mom, it's okay, I'll wait until winter when my hands are cracked before I guess, I can't waste it."
“Hey~”
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In the evening, everyone in the team was called to the threshing ground for a meeting.
Men and women gathered together to chat, children were laughing and playing, and from time to time there was the sound of adults cursing.
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