As Liu Liang spoke, she clenched her hand tightly at her side. She didn't dare to call out "Mom". She thought Zhou Lanping didn't dare to hear it either. Give her some more time. They still have a lot of time. She hasn't grown up yet, and she hasn't grown crooked either. If she lives a good life, she will surely grow into a towering tree.
You can provide your mother with a place to shelter from the wind and rain.
"For me?"
Zhou Lanping quickly picked up the bowl. As soon as she picked it up, she smelled a sour and sweet smell.
She couldn't help but take a sip. It had an apple flavor, a little sweet, but not cloyingly sweet. It was a pure apple flavor, so fragrant that she could bite off her tongue.
The sour and sweet taste is just like eating a piece of iced watermelon in the hottest summer. It is so refreshing.
"Jingjing, is there an apple in this?"
Only then did Zhou Lanping remember where the apple pieces in the bowl came from. There were no extra apples in their house. The only apple was the one that Grandma Wang gave her.
She thought Liu Jing had eaten it all, and she was happier giving it to her daughter than eating it herself.
This is what a mother is like. Even if she starves to death, she will not let her daughter eat less.
"I couldn't finish it, so I put it in there."
Liu Liang still clenched her hands behind her back.
"I'm going to bed first, so don't stay up too late."
After she finished speaking, she turned and left. In fact, she didn't dare to face Zhou Lanping too much. She was afraid that the guilt would make her collapse. But in Zhou Lanping's eyes, she was shy and awkward.
"They say she's cold-natured and ignorant, but I think she's just a child with some awkwardness." Her mumbling made Liu Jing, who had just walked into the house, pause.
Well, whatever she said is what it is.
Awkward is awkward, but there are always times when people are not awkward.
She is ignorant, and she will eventually grow up and become sensible. If she doesn't understand in her lifetime, it is her fault. If she still doesn't understand in two lifetimes, it is her sin.
If you suffer enough losses, you will know what is right and wrong.
If you do a lot of wrong things, you will know how to do it again in the future.
She closed the door gently, and as she walked over, she picked up the schoolbag that she had left on the ground for a long time. She weighed the schoolbag with one hand.
It's quite light.
No, she didn't believe it and weighed her schoolbag again.
The schoolbag must be filled with at least 20 kilograms of books. It couldn't be so light with so many books in it. Although she had long passed the time of going to school, she still remembered the pressure of the schoolbag on her shoulders.
And what she was holding in her hand now seemed not to be called a schoolbag, but a schoolbag cover.
Could it be that...
She suddenly thought of something and threw her schoolbag on the table. She kicked off her shoes and sat down cross-legged, trying to feel the energy in her body.
For her, this was something that could not be more familiar. After all, she was missing her heart and soul in that world. Apart from the necessities of life, what she did every day was this kind of practice, a kind of practice that took Qi as breath and breath as nourishment, and then accumulated over time.
This kind of thing may not be a big deal in that world, because everyone can practice it, it just depends on the degree of purity. The purest one is enough to save lives, and even the impure one can be used for health preservation.
In fact, she didn't know what level she had reached in her practice. She just heard the old man say that if she hadn't been missing a soul and lacked spiritual consciousness, she might have been able to cultivate the purest breath of life.
In that world, she was in a daze and didn't remember much. She couldn't even remember what her master looked like.
But strangely, she remembered those skills and clearly remembered the rules of the movement of breath. It might be because she was familiar with them, or it might be because she had been with them day after day.
So now, when she did it, it was like her own instinct. She remembered the mental method, the movements, and even the flow of energy in her meridians. She felt the energy points in her body bit by bit.
That is, there are many differences between the two worlds. That world is very strange. She can't really explain why it is strange. She just knows that it is definitely not materialistic.
What can happen there may not happen here.
What can be learned there may not be possible here.
She is now using her own body. If she doesn't have the Qi points, even if she really practices according to the previous methods, it will be useless in eighty percent of cases, even if her legs are numb from sitting.
She carefully felt every inch of her body.
As a result, no.
She couldn't find it, nor could she feel it. It was like a stone sinking into the sea. When something becomes an instinct and a habit, one doesn't need many words to know whether it exists, where it is, and where it belongs.
But no, even though she tried again and again, she still couldn't feel anything. She even tried to practice that technique to condense it again, but it still didn't work.
It’s true.
She stretched out her hands. These hands were very beautiful. The little girl's hands had fingers as white as scallions, with slender fingertips and delicate fingertips. Her nails were also in excellent shape, with a light pink color, and five small crescents on the nails, which were both healthy and beautiful.
This was her own body, the body she had when she was twelve, not the sick and scarred twenty-six-year-old self, but not the one who had the adventure.
So, there is no difference between her and others. Even if God gave her two rebirths, she would still be no different.
No, she is still different. She is not the same person in her previous life. In this life, she can distinguish between good and evil, has a brain, and can live a good life. She will take care of her mother and live a good life.
She slowly relaxed her body, although she was a little disappointed. After all, if she really had it, it could be considered her golden finger. Although it was not much, it was very useful. It could be said that it was something that could change her life ambitions.
But now it has been proven that there is no such thing, and she can only do nothing about it. Time must pass and life must go on. She will think of other ways to make a better life for herself and her mother.
Also, die a few years later.
Just when she had stopped looking for her previous skills, she suddenly felt a very strange feeling on the little finger of her right hand. It was something she was familiar with, something that existed in her memory and in her soul.
This is the method of nourishing breath.
She didn't believe it and continued to feel the throbbing of her right hand fingers.
It's not a flesh twitch, nor a nerve twitch, but something that comes from the blood pulsation.
There actually are some, they really do exist.
Even Liu Liang, who described herself as calm, almost screamed.
She had already given up and was considering other ways to survive.
As a result, God played the biggest joke on her, but also gave her the biggest surprise.
This little spark of hers might be able to burn everything.
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