When An Moxue woke up, she felt pain all over her body, and it was difficult to even lift her hand. Her head felt like it was about to explode, and she couldn't open her eyes. Along with that, she also had the memories of a girl.
The girl's name is An Moxue. She is seventeen years old and will graduate from high school soon.
A week ago, the military informed her that her parents had died in the line of duty.
Yesterday morning, with the help of her workplace, the girl managed to complete her parents' funeral arrangements despite her own exhaustion.
He went home, collapsed onto his bed, and never woke up again.
An Moxue didn't know how she entered this body and woke up. It felt so magical. She was grateful to her ancestors. Since she was here, she might as well make the best of it.
Right now, I need to get some food and take some medicine.
An Moxue suspected that the girl's fever, caused by excessive grief, had killed her; her body was still burning hot and her throat was burning.
She was afraid that her frail body wouldn't be able to withstand it and she would die again; if that happened, it would be uncertain whether she would even survive.
Is it an ironclad rule that you can travel through any available space?
An Moxue protested, "I'm dead, but I haven't even spent all my money yet!"
Ah! So sad! So depressed!
Silently chant "go in," and you'll go in.
Oh, thankfully, space followed.
I found some fever reducer, a bowl of millet porridge, a steamed bun, an egg, and half a cup of water.
Take the fever reducer with water first.
Then I peeled the egg, ate a bite of egg followed by a bite of porridge, then a bite of steamed bun followed by a bite of porridge, and finished it all in a few minutes.
Hungry! Ever since hearing the news of his parents' sacrifice, this child has only eaten one meal a day, and even that is just a few bites of watery soup. In the last two days, he hasn't eaten anything at all.
He rarely sleeps. It's no wonder he's not getting better.
After dripping blood onto the jade pendant given to him by his ancestor to acknowledge its owner, he held it in his hand.
Half an hour later, An Moxue felt her body temperature drop, broke out in a sweat, took some anti-inflammatory medicine, and then fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke up again, the sun had already set. An Moxue picked up the watch next to her pillow and glanced at it; it was past five o'clock.
The fever has subsided and the body temperature has returned to normal.
After a nap, I regained some strength. My body felt sticky, my clothes were soaked with sweat, and my hair was matted.
Thinking to myself, I went into the space and took a shower in the bathroom.
After washing up, she sat down at the dressing table in the bedroom and began to examine the body closely. Her hair reached her waist; her fox-like eyes gleamed upwards, both alluring and wicked; her nose was straight and prominent; her lips were full and moist, as if coated with a light pink lip rouge. Her face was weary and weathered.
She wore a small, jet-black fox around her neck, its eyes red and bright. It was hard to tell what material it was made of; the rope was semi-transparent.
My mother said all she knew was that the rope was made of deer sinew and the fox had been blessed by a shaman high priest. She told her to wear it all the time and not to take it off, and not to let anyone outside her family know about it. It felt mysterious and sacred.
Were those two ancestors the high priests of the shaman? I should have asked more questions back then!
She looks about 80% like her original self, but her features are even more refined.
The only downside is that he's too thin; he's practically skin and bones.
I grabbed a set of pajamas, put them on, went to the studio, stood in front of the electronic scale, and found it weighed 41 kilograms.
I walked to the workbench, picked up the tape measure and measured my height: 168cm. This guy is the same height as me.
Let's just take it slow and heal it; there's no other way.
An Moxue didn't plan to wear the original owner's underwear anymore, and her original ones were too big to wear either. So she went to the storage room, took out a bowl of rice porridge and some pickled vegetables, found a few sets that this body could wear, kept one set, and put the rest in the bedroom of the space, and then left the space. She put the jade pendant from the bed around her neck.
Back in her bedroom, An Moxue changed into her underwear and then found a set of the original owner's clothes to change into. She picked up some porridge and pickled vegetables and went to the living room to sit at the dining table, eating while thinking about what to do next.
From the original owner's memories, it is known that the original owner's only relatives were his parents. His parents sacrificed themselves, and he didn't even have any distant relatives. He was truly all alone and became an orphan.
This is probably one of the reasons why the original owner lost the will to live.
An Moxue silently said to the original owner of the body, "Go and reunite with your parents!"
May your family of three be happy and reunited in the future. I will live well in your place, along with mine.
After saying that, I felt a sense of relief throughout my body. This was probably the last bit of consciousness left behind by the original owner.
Upon arriving here, An Moxue had a feeling that this body had been completely integrated with her, and from now on she would be the original owner, and the original owner would be her.
Although I died before I could spend all the money, and inexplicably ended up in this impoverished and restrictive era, I'm ten years younger now, so I guess I can consider it money spent to buy youth.
There's nothing I can do if I don't want to admit it; there's no going back.
After finishing the meal, put all the dishes and chopsticks, including those from the bedroom, into the kitchen.
Only then did I take a closer look at the house. It had two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom, and was about 50 square meters.
The housing conditions should be considered very good now. From the memories, I know that this was only because the original owner's parents had served in the army for a long time and had high military positions. Many large families of seven or eight people were crammed into a room of only ten square meters. Just thinking about it is like being stuffed into a dumpling.
However, since the original owner's parents sacrificed their lives, she could no longer live in this house and had to move. Only active-duty military personnel and their families could live in the military compound.
Where to move to should be decided first by seeing what the original owner's parents left behind.
There's a double-door wardrobe near the entrance, then a double bed, and further in, a desk with a few books by the window.
Under the desk were two drawers. One drawer contained two fountain pens and several notebooks, all of which were used by my parents for their daily studies. They were then put back.
I opened another drawer, which was divided into two small compartments: the outside contained my mother's face cream and a comb; the inside contained a groceries book, some loose change and some receipts, with the loose change and receipts clipped together, and nothing else.
An Moxue took out the food ration book, money, and receipts, and closed the drawer.
I went to the wardrobe, opened it, and sorted through my parents' clothes one by one, wrapping them up neatly.
With a gentle press under the wardrobe, a wooden box was revealed, secured with a small padlock.
An Moxue thought for a moment, then squatted down and felt around in one of the cabinet legs of the wardrobe, then pulled out a key.
Holding the key and the wooden box, I sat on the bed. Inside, there was a stack of money. I took it out and counted it: five hundred yuan, all in ten-yuan notes.
A bunch of keys, two marriage certificates.
Just as she was about to take out the items below, there was a knock on the door. An Moxue went out and closed the door. As she walked, she said, "Wait a moment, I'll open the door right away."
When I opened the door, I saw that it was several of my mother's colleagues from the hospital, all carrying things. I quickly invited them into the house.
Seeing how much weight An Moxue had lost in just a few days at the funeral, I was worried and we arranged to visit her together after work.
They hurriedly invited her into the house, made her several bowls of brown sugar water, and gently comforted An Moxue, telling her to be strong and not to go without food. They also told her to come to the hospital to find them if anything happened, and An Moxue nodded in agreement.
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