She was very sure that Jiang Ruyue hid in the kitchen just for this cup of boiled water mixed with an unknown amount of salt.
Jiang Ruyue was confused by her stare.
Jiang's mother couldn't help but relax her brows. Xixi might have thought she was hiding it well, but how could she, as a mother, not notice the changes in her daughter? The youthful liveliness was gone, replaced by a heavy, decadent air, a dejection Jiang's mother had only seen in the elderly who had experienced the vicissitudes of life. Her heart ached even more.
No one present asked what Jiang Xi had experienced during the abduction period.
Jiang's father and mother had already prepared themselves mentally. Their beautiful daughter was abducted by the human trafficker, and they were lucky to have her return safely. They did not expect anything else.
Jiang Xi also had no intention of revealing his past to others.
Regardless of whether you have suffered in this life or not, those memories are real and exist. Memories cannot be erased, and the past is not false.
Even the always petty aunt didn't mention it. If it were any other time, Jiang's father and mother would have been completely irritated. Now, he understood the severity of the situation and only muttered a few words in his heart about being a profiteer, asking for credit for each dish he put out, and then the matter was over.
The meal ended in a happy atmosphere.
The problem arises again.
Uncle's house is really not that big, not much better than Jiang Xi's previous tube-shaped building. It has a layout of one bedroom and one living room. Jiang Ruyue and Jiang Feng, brother and sister, usually sleep on the folding sofa in the living room, separated by a curtain. Now that Jiang Xi's family of three has arrived, she and her brother can only sleep on the floor in her parents' room and give the living room to Jiang Xi's family.
When everything settled down, it was almost late at night.
Jiang's father must have been incredibly tired recently, and the thought of his daughter loosened his grip on his heart. He fell asleep as soon as he touched his pillow, snoring loudly. Jiang's mother, unable to sleep, tossed and turned. She got up and looked at her daughter, lying quietly on the sofa behind the curtain, and she felt relieved.
Jiang Xi pretended to close his eyes and rest, but he was thinking about the marrow washing fluid.
At the mall before, she didn't dare to ask in detail, "Is this marrow cleansing fluid the same as the marrow cleansing pills in cultivation novels, which can cleanse the meridians and marrow and strengthen the bones?"
Xiao Qian hesitated: "Not bad, almost the same."
"Maybe give it to someone else?"
"You idiot." Xiao Qian jumped up and down. "Marrow washing fluid is precious. Ah Xin can only squeeze out that much in his entire life. Do you think it's like cabbage? How can you give it to this person today and that person tomorrow?"
Wow, you even know how to curse.
Jiang Xi didn't realize that since she returned to the familiar place and stayed with her parents, her gloomy mood was gradually dissipating over time and her temperament became much more lively.
"So it can't be given?"
Xiao Qian replied unhappily, "Unless you want that person to explode and die."
Jiang Xi finally gave up the idea of giving the marrow cleansing fluid to her parents. The Bodhi Heart Grass sensed her thoughts and a drop of golden liquid seeped out from its leaves. Jiang Xi opened her mouth and swallowed it.
In the darkness, everything happened silently.
Jiang Xi gradually fell into a deep sleep. In her dream, a bean sprout was baring its teeth and waving at her enthusiastically. When she walked over, the leaves rolled her up into a ball. The bean sprout bounced around with the ball in it, and finally jumped to a cliff and fell down.
Jiang Xi woke up in shock from the weightlessness.
She fell to the ground.
The sky was just beginning to brighten, and a ray of dark blue shone through the curtains, landing in front of the sofa. Jiang Xi sniffed and smelled an unknown stench, like the stench of someone who had never had a bath in their life. They almost couldn't breathe and passed out.
In the dim light, Jiang Xi saw a thick layer of green crust on his usually fair arms. If he rubbed it, he could probably rub out a jar of mud.
Jiang Xi got up from the ground on tiptoe. Jiang's mother, who hadn't slept soundly, looked up and drowsily saw a figure walking towards the door. She asked in surprise, "Xixi?"
"I'm going to the bathroom."
Jiang Xi ran to the corner next to the door, fearing that someone would discover his unusualness.
The so-called bathroom was actually just a small room that was barely partitioned off, only big enough for one person to use. The old-fashioned solar water heater had been running for a long time but no hot water was coming out. Jiang Xi had no choice but to wash with cold water.
Rubbing the mud was a huge project. Jiang Xi used nearly half a bottle of shower gel before he could barely make himself look like a human. He pulled on his clothes and walked to the living room shaking. No matter how hot the weather was in October, it was still cold in the early morning.
He lay in bed and shook for a long time before falling asleep. It was not until noon the next day that Jiang's mother pulled him up from the sofa.
This pull stunned Jiang's mother.
"...Xi, Xixi?"
She was a little hesitant to recognize him.
Jiang Xi took a deep breath and felt that even the air in Shen City was fragrant.
"Okay, let's go."
Master Huang stepped on the accelerator and drove all the way out from the passenger drop-off area of the train station, but he couldn't help but glance at the girl in the back seat through the rearview mirror.
She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, very good-looking, fair but not unhealthy pale, her skin as translucent as if it were the finest white jade, her complexion was excellent, and although she had no expression on her face, just sitting there properly, she looked like a person walking out of a painting, beautiful and energetic.
Can……
It's just a little strange.
Mr. Huang has been a taxi driver for many years and has seen all kinds of people, ugly and beautiful, rich and poor, pretty and not pretty. But no matter who they are, they will try their best to keep themselves decent when going out. But this girl is different. She is sloppy. The collar of her white T-shirt is stained with yellow, and the cuffs are inexplicably missing half. Even her ripped jeans look like they have been rolled in mud - forming a huge contrast with her clean and pretty face.
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