Xia Youyou still had a submissive look on her face. When she realized he was looking back, she lowered her head and lifted her eyelids, revealing a large part of the white of her eyes. She looked at him strangely and gave him a sinister smile. Seeing that he was so scared that he almost peed his pants, she pursed her lips to hold back the laughter that was about to come out.
The sound gradually faded away, and the dilapidated temple, which had just been bustling with condemnations and questions, suddenly became quiet. The farce came to an end, and Xia Youyou was shocked. Is the fighting power so weak?
Yang Fen didn't see her expression, assuming she was still lost in her emotions. She took her hand again and said, "Da Ya, come sleep with me at home. Even though you'll have to share a kang, it's better than freezing here." She had four children at home and had always wanted a daughter. When Liu Laiwang and his wife fled the famine and arrived here, they'd been holding a baby, believing it was their own. She was envious, thinking the couple weren't particularly good-looking, yet their child had thick eyebrows and big eyes, making her adorable. Now that she thought about it, she realized something must have happened on the road. Daya must have been picked up or stolen.
Xia Youyou refused her kindness, it was really hard to repay a favor. "Thank you, Auntie. I'm used to living here. I have something to cover myself with at night. Don't worry about me."
Yang Fen wanted to persuade her again, but when she thought about the girl's age and the fact that she had four children at home, it was not convenient for her to share the same kang with her family, so she gave up. Instead, she thought about her life experience and asked, "Have you ever thought about finding your biological parents?"
Xia Youyou was stunned and immediately shook her head, "No."
Yang Fen patted her frail shoulders and sighed, "Child, your heartless parents must have found you on the road when they fled from the north to escape the famine. Looking for you is like looking for a needle in a haystack. The hope is slim, so it's better not to look for you."
Xia Youyou wasn't worried about whether she could find him, she just felt it was unnecessary. Without relatives, she could freely make her way in this era.
Seeing that she was silent, Yang Fen thought she was still sad, so she said no more, "It was your Uncle Wang Cheng who asked me to come with you to help you. Now that you're okay, I'll go back first. My family is waiting for dinner. Have you eaten yet? Come with me to eat something?"
Xia Youyou shook her head and said, "Thank you, Auntie. I've already eaten. Let me take you out."
After seeing Yang Fen off, Xia Youyou stood at the gate of the dilapidated temple, feeling melancholy. She liked the people here, but she still had to leave. Because she wasn't Liu Daya; she was Xia Youyou from 2220. The Xia Youyou of 2220 had family, teachers, and friends. Though they could only meet online, all her emotions were still with that era. If she didn't leave, she couldn't be herself; she could only be the bullied Liu Daya.
Liu Laiwang stumbled back home, and Zhang Yun followed closely behind, looking at her frightened husband in surprise. "What's wrong with you? Why are you like this?"
Liu Laiwang leaned over the jar and gulped down a bucket of water. He didn't care if water leaked out from the corners of his mouth, letting it soak his clothes.
"Hey, hey, hey, take it easy. You might get sick if you splash water on yourself in this weather!" Zhang Yun snatched the watering can from his hand, but unexpectedly, a sharp pain came from her face, and she fell to the ground. She looked at the man in disbelief, and realized that he had just slapped her in the face, and it was quite strong. Now her face was swollen. She touched her throbbing face, stood up and asked, "You hit me!"
Liu Laiwang wiped his mouth with his sleeve, wiping the water off his chin. He shook off the pain from his hand, which had numbed from the force he'd lost when he'd slapped her. "It was you, you stinky bitch, picking on that bastard for no reason! Now what? How can I face anyone?"
He began to feel depressed when he recalled the questioning he had received from the villagers in the dilapidated temple. Originally, they had fled the famine, and the village was not big enough to accommodate them. He was from the north and had married Zhang Yun after being introduced by a distant relative. Later, when a drought hit, everyone began to flee the famine, and he thought his wife, Zhang Yun, was from this area, so he decided to settle down here. Unwilling to settle down in his wife's hometown and be treated as a live-in son-in-law, he had no choice but to settle down in the neighboring village, where he would take root from then on. For so many years, the villagers had treated him as an outsider, unwilling to make close friends with him. He had been pent up for so many years, and tonight he completely vented his anger.
"I shouldn't have listened to you back then. Why did I pick up such a bastard? Look at what she looks like now? You said she is a monster? Possessed by a ghost? Why don't you get someone to catch her!" He remembered the look he had just seen and shook his body. His chest, which had just been splashed with water, felt cold.
Zhang Yun was already crying and gasping for breath. "Are you blaming me? How could I have known she was so powerful now? Think about how we didn't resist her before, and why she started to act strange this morning? She must have been possessed by some evil spirit!"
Liu Zhuzi heard the noise outside and ran over to grab Zhang Yun, "Mom! Did Dad hit you?"
Zhang Yun hugged him and shook her head, "No, your dad accidentally bumped into me and I fell! I cried because it hurt a little." It must be said that although she was not good to Liu Daya, she really had an overflowing maternal love for this son. She wiped his two snotty noses with her sleeve and said, "The food is hot in the pot. Go eat quickly, your dad and I will be here soon."
After venting his anger, Liu Laiwang calmed down. He glanced at the mother and son, returned to the house without saying a word, and sat on the kang waiting for the meal to be served.
His mind was filled with the strange look Liu Daya had just given him, and his absurd thoughts grew stronger and stronger. He had never believed in ghosts and gods, but everything that happened today completely overturned his previous understanding. He felt a vague sense of unease, and even in his dreams he could only see Liu Daya's strange and terrifying appearance.
After a good night's sleep, Xia Youyou woke up at dawn. She warmed up for a while, then took out her rope and started jumping. Her physical fitness was too poor. If she wanted to strengthen herself, she had to exercise, gradually building up. After only 100 reps, she clutched her chest and gasped. This congenital heart disease would be a lifelong companion, so she had to take it slow.
She packed her things and looked at the dilapidated temple and the headless Buddha statue. She said to herself, "Liu Daya, I am leaving now, but I will continue your life."
She walked along the road out of the village from dawn until the sun was directly overhead, stopping and starting along the way, but still no sign of a town. She took out her map and looked at it. If she hadn't suspected she had taken the wrong path, she would never have admitted that her memory was distorted and she had drawn the map incorrectly!
After carefully checking the direction, she continued walking north. She didn't believe she had drawn it wrong. She must have been walking too slowly! She took out some milk from her space and drank it as she walked to replenish her energy. She just didn't believe she couldn't reach the end of this road!
As the sun set, she sank to the ground, looking at the dilapidated city gate ahead. Finally there! She'd walked all day for just 25 kilometers! I wondered how Liu Daya had gotten here. She had space and food to replenish her energy. What did Liu Daya have? I couldn't help but admire her wholeheartedly!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com