Chapter 1 Rebirth in a Small Fishing Village
Lin Ziyan stayed by the fish tank for days and nights, and just obtained experimental data showing that a certain type of marine fish could reproduce in large numbers.
Joy turned to sorrow; suddenly everything went black, and he died unexpectedly.
A PhD in aquaculture and a Master's degree in naval power design—if Lin Ziyan had known she would die suddenly, she probably wouldn't have pursued a double degree.
She was reborn into this body, and the sounds of wailing and intermittent mutterings kept coming to her ears.
She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids were too heavy and she couldn't control them at all.
"The Lin family has really suffered a great misfortune. Lin's father died suddenly from high blood pressure after hearing about shrimp disease at the shrimp farm. When Lin's mother rushed there, she accidentally fell into the rocks by the sea and died on the spot."
"Now that this family is left, not a single one of them can support the family," an old woman sighed.
"Who can argue with that? Mrs. Lin, who has remained silent since the incident, is clearly stunned and deeply traumatized. And the eldest daughter of the Lin family, upon hearing of her parents' sudden deaths..."
He suddenly ran into a wall, and his fate is currently unknown.
A woman choked up, sighing repeatedly.
"Ayan, you must get better soon, otherwise what will happen to this family..." the old lady continued, touching her forehead.
"We won't burn it; we should still be able to make it to the funeral." The old lady sighed repeatedly.
The others were muttering amongst themselves, but Lin Ziyan didn't listen carefully.
All she can think about now is waking up and being able to return to her original laboratory.
Sudden death? She had only seen this term in the news before and had never thought about it happening to her.
Lin Ziyan felt her consciousness becoming increasingly blurred, and soon she fell into a deep sleep.
…
When she woke up again, it was pitch black all around her, and she could smell a salty, fishy odor in the air.
Lin Ziyan's heart skipped a beat.
She sighed inwardly, her bandaged forehead throbbing with pain.
The original owner's memories flooded into his mind.
This is a small fishing village in Fushi, where the Lin family has a certain reputation.
The original owner of Lin Ziyan's father was the first self-employed person in the village, and also the first person to start a shrimp farm.
Lin Ziyan wanted to change her major in college, so she took a leave of absence to come back. Just as she arrived at the village entrance, she heard the devastating news that her parents had suddenly passed away.
She ran home and bumped her head against the wall in front of her house.
The original owner didn't bump into it on purpose; he was just flustered and stepped on a small stone by the door, slipped, and crashed into the wall.
Lin Ziyan silently felt sorry for the original owner of this body. She had accidentally run into a car and died. Her luck was truly incredible.
creak…
A small, dark figure groped its way into the room, pulled a light cord, and the room instantly lit up.
Lin Ziyan subconsciously reached out to block the light, feeling dizzy for a moment.
"Big sister, you're awake!" The little girl's eyes lit up, and her soft, sweet voice rose in pitch.
As Lin Ziyan adjusted to the light, she slowly lowered her hand and saw the little girl's round, bright eyes, a warm feeling flowing through her heart.
Before she could say anything, the little girl had already run out, shouting as she ran, "She's awake..."
Looking at the little girl's unsteady steps, she was clearly overly excited.
Lin Ziyan rubbed her forehead, the stinging pain returning, and the memories came flooding back.
The original owner's family also had an aunt who was almost ninety years old, and a younger sister, Lin Xiaori, who was in first grade and had just turned eight.
The third sister, Lin Wanjiao, will be 4 years old in another month.
The one with the short legs who ran out just now must be the third sister.
Her father married into the family and took her grandmother's surname, Lin.
There is a strong sense of clan identity here; regardless of gender, everyone is listed in the family genealogy.
A series of hurried footsteps approached.
As they drew closer, the door creaked open again.
A woman wearing a blue floral top and black polyester trousers strode in and asked eagerly.
"Ayan, are you still dizzy?"
Lin Ziyan glanced at her, and a title popped into her mind: Aunt Chen.
This is Chen's wife, who lives next door to her, and she is related to the original owner's mother as sisters.
Another person looking at her with concern was Aunt Huang.
"My head hurts," Lin Ziyan said weakly.
At that moment, her stomach was rumbling loudly, she had no strength left, and she was so hungry that her hands were trembling and her heart was racing.
"Drink this bowl of brown sugar and eggs first." Aunt Chen stepped forward to help her up, then picked up the bowl and fed her.
The little girl beside her had tears welling up in her eyes, her hands clenched into tiny fists as she looked at her.
Before Lin Ziyan could react, she drank a bowl of brown sugar and egg soup, and her stomach instantly felt warm.
She felt her head wasn't hurting as much anymore, and the faces of the people in front of her gradually became clearer.
"It's good that you're awake." Aunt Chen said, choking back tears, turning away to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Lin Ziyan pursed her lips tightly, her nose tingled, and tears streamed down her face.
She didn't know what was going on, but it seemed to be a lingering thought left by the original owner of the body, and she was crying for her parents.
"Waaah..."
The little girl choked up, tears streaming down her face, and a small bubble of snot popped out of her nose.
She wiped her nose with her little hands; her nose was red.
Lin Ziyan stopped crying and reached out to the little girl.
"Sister!" The little girl threw herself into her arms and burst into tears, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances in her heart.
The two women next to her turned their backs to wipe away their tears.
Five minutes later, the crying stopped.
"Alright, now is not the time to cry. Your parents' funeral is tomorrow, and you all need to go to the ancestral hall tonight to keep vigil."
After calming down, Aunt Chen said with a slightly serious expression.
According to clan rules, only immediate family members can keep vigil over the coffin; the great-grandmother was too old to attend the funeral.
Her brows were furrowed; now only an eight-year-old girl was guarding the ancestral hall.
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