"mother……"
The timid little child's voice rang in my ears, melting my heart.
"Stop! Wait a minute!"
Jiang Dai raised her hand blankly, pointed to her nose, and asked the child, "Me, your mother?"
Four-year-old Juanjuan didn't understand why her mother asked that, but she still nodded firmly.
"Yes, Mother."
Jiang Dai was completely dumbfounded.
She is Jiang Dai, a third-tier starlet in the 21st century. She has excellent action scenes and acting skills, but frustratingly, she has never become famous. She had just finished three long night shoots on set and finally fell asleep.
But then she saw a pitiful little child calling her "Mom"?
"I'm dreaming, it must be a dream!"
"Wait a minute, just wait a minute!"
Four-year-old Juanjuan: ?
I don't understand what my mother is going to do, but I obediently listen to her.
The next second, I saw my mother raise her hand and pinch her inner thigh very cruelly.
Juanjuan: !!!
Jiang Dai: "Holy crap! It hurts so much!"
Jiang Dai was in so much pain that tears were about to stream down her face, but she also became much more lucid.
This isn't a dream!
She stared blankly ahead, then looked around.
The house was dilapidated, almost as run-down as her old rural house, which had been uninhabited for five years.
Standing beside the bed was a little girl who looked to be only three or four years old, unlike the chubby, soft-spoken children we see today.
The child was thin and small, with messy hair, loose and ill-fitting clothes, frayed cuffs, and crooked patches. He was looking at her cautiously.
On the bed beside her, there were four men, one adult and three children, whose clothes and appearance clearly did not belong to modern people.
Jiang Dai felt a ridiculous and terrifying thought pop into her mind.
Wait a minute, what's going on... I'm transmigrated?
[No way, everyone else who transmigrates dies a dramatic death, and I'm just going to be this careless? Did I just fall asleep and get forced into this world?]
Jiang Dai was deep in thought, but she didn't notice that Juanjuan next to her suddenly took a step back and looked at her in shock.
Mother didn't open her mouth, but Juanjuan could hear her mother's voice.
Juanjuan looked at her mother, wondering if she was seeing things.
Jiang Dai felt her throat go dry. Looking at the little girl, she asked a common and crucial question, commonly known as the question that every time traveler must ask.
"Where am I? What year is it?!"
Juanjuan didn't know why her mother asked that, but she still obediently answered, "Niantao Village, our home."
"What year..." The little guy frowned slightly, seemingly not quite understanding: "I don't know."
Jiang Dai appeared calm and collected on the surface, but inside she was already devastated.
[Wanla! I wore it, I really wore it.]
[Whoever wants to wear it can wear it, but I really don't want to!]
[I just finished paying off my mortgage, bought a new car, and just finished filming my new drama. I could be lying down at home, watching my phone, eating and drinking, and you're telling me, I'm wearing this?]
[No memories, no connection...]
[Wait! System.]
Jiang Dai felt hopeful again.
Following the common tropes in time-travel novels, she began to mentally invoke the system.
[System! System!]
Juanjuan's eyes widened; she had really seen it clearly—her mother hadn't opened her mouth to speak.
The child was so frightened that he stood there, stunned, not knowing how to react.
I could still hear my mother calling "wash the tub" in my ears.
She didn't understand why her mother was calling out...
Washing the bucket?
[It's okay, maybe I've transmigrated into a book. To prepare, I've been reading novels lately, and I can remember all the titles.]
"Baby, what's your name?"
To get closer to the child, Jiang Dai even thoughtfully pinched him, her gentleness like a pool of spring water that could drown someone.
This was the first time Juanjuan had seen her mother show such a gentle expression towards her, but she didn't feel happy.
She felt that all of this was too abnormal, which frightened her.
The little guy answered nervously, "Curl."
"Juanjuan, that's a nice name!" Jiang Dai pointed to herself: "So, Juanjuan, what's my name?"
Under Jiang Dai's expectant gaze, Juanjuan trembled and uttered a single word.
"mother."
Jiang Dai: ...
That seems to make sense!
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