Mu Li looked at Meng Po, who was making soup not far ahead, with a bewildered look on her face… “Is this Meng Po? Am I dead?” She hadn’t figured out what was going on yet, and just as she was about to calm down and think about it, a voice behind her scolded, “Hurry up, the one in front, you’re next! It’s almost the end of the month, and everyone’s rushing to meet sales targets. Don’t waste everyone’s time!”
Looking back at the few scattered "people" behind her, and then at the ferocious ghost messenger beside her, Mu Li couldn't help but complain inwardly: "Do ghosts still need to catch up on performance? I've become a ghost, why are I still working so hard!"
Thinking back to my own miserable life: my parents were unknown, I lived in an orphanage until I was three years old and adopted by an honest, down-to-earth rural couple. I thought I'd have a happy life with parents, but I never expected to be adopted as a child bride! Even more outrageous, the child bride's husband was still in my adoptive mother's womb, unborn...
In this way, little Muli began her 4-year childhood life of getting up early to feed chickens, sweep the yard, clean the house, wash feces and diapers, cut grass to feed cows, and wash dishes after meals.
When she was seven years old, a never-before-seen virus suddenly appeared in the world and spread rapidly. The entire earth was shrouded in an unknown fear. Everyone was forbidden to go out and contact with others to avoid infection. Because Mu Li's village was located in a remote mountainous area, the number of people infected was relatively small, but the fear of not knowing when to be infected still filled everyone's heart.
During that time, the village was eerily quiet. Seven-year-old Mu Li was already beginning to understand things. She knew it was dangerous outside, so she never ran around or ate anything else. She kept the house spotless every day and kept a close eye on her three-year-old husband, fearing he might sneak out if she wasn't paying attention...
"Be good, little brother. It's very dangerous outside. We can't go out to play. Sister will play with you at home!" Every day Mu Li carefully instructs her 3-year-old husband. In her heart, this boy is her younger brother.
"What brother? We adopted you to be our Tianbao's child bride. You will marry our Tianbao in the future. Don't forget your identity!" Mu Li's adoptive mother Mu Yinhua said while lying on the bed and browsing her mobile phone.
"The children are still young and don't understand those things. Just call them whatever you want. We'll tell them when they grow up." The adoptive father Mu Xinmin took a look at the two children and said to his wife in a flattering way.
"What do you know? Education should start from childhood, haven't you heard? Such an important thing has to be taught to the child in person. Will it be too late when the child grows up and becomes sensible?" Foster mother Mu Yinhua glared at Mu Xinmin and said.
"That's no longer popular nowadays. Look, all the children in the village are going to school. Why don't we send our girl to school as well? She is 7 years old now, and it's time for her to go to elementary school." Mu Xinmin was silent for a while and said cautiously.
"Li Xinmin, have you forgotten your identity? You are a son-in-law who married into the family. How can you have the right to call the shots in this family?!" Mu Yinhua sat up suddenly, pointing at Mu Xinmin's nose and cursing!
Yes, he was a son-in-law who married into the family. Because he was the middle, unfavored son-in-law among three brothers, his family found him a new family and made him the "unfavored son-in-law." He even changed his surname to his wife's and registered his household registration under hers. He was submissive and worked like a slave for decades, finally making it through the death of both his father-in-law and mother-in-law. He thought he finally had a say in the family...
"You're right. I'll do as you say..." Seeing his wife about to get angry again, Mu Xinmin soothed her gently.
"That's more like it!" Mu Yinhua rolled her eyes at Mu Xinmin, then gradually calmed down under his comfort. "I don't know when there will be a cure for this virus. School has been on vacation for a long time, and I heard that we will have online classes. Fortunately, our Tianbao is not old enough to go to school, otherwise we wouldn't have internet at home, and it would be difficult for us to attend classes."
"It will be fine. We ordinary people just need to follow the instructions and not cause trouble for the organization!" Mu Xinmin patted his wife's hand and comforted her.
"Um……"
Just as Mu Li was reminiscing about this, she heard a gentle voice beside her: "Girl, it's time to drink the soup. Drink this bowl of forgotten soup, stroll across the ancient bridge, and let the past go with the wind..."
"Meng Po, can I really forget my past by drinking this bowl of soup?" Mu Li asked seriously.
That year, someone in the village was infected with the virus but concealed it and did not report it, resulting in more than half of the villagers being infected, including Mu Xinmin who went out to replenish supplies.
By the time the higher-ups discovered the situation, everyone in the Mu family had been infected, including 3-year-old Mu Tianbao, except for 7-year-old Mu Li.
As she watched them go to quarantine, Mu Li cried out of fear. At that time, she didn't know what death was, but she vaguely felt that she might have to live alone.
Sure enough, two months later, after receiving the notification of her family's death, Mu Li was led by the staff and sent to the local county shelter after undergoing various examinations. Two years later, she was sent to an orphanage in the city.
In the blink of an eye, Mu Li turned 18. After graduating from high school, she entered the workforce and worked as a restaurant waitress, a bricklayer and excavator operator at a construction site, a car mechanic, a train attendant, and a food delivery driver...
After years of struggling, he finally seized the opportunity at the age of 23 to successfully transform and open his own AI studio. He was looking forward to making a big splash in the industry, but unexpectedly, he died in a car accident on the way to pick up his car...
Miserable...
The time I regained consciousness was now, on the Naihe Bridge, waiting to drink Mengpo soup...
"Drink it, you will forget it after drinking it. Drink it and set off early, so that you can be reborn into a good family soon." Meng Po said to Mu Li with a smile.
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