Chapter 3 Named Jiang Ning, Strange Experience

The woman didn't speak for a long time. Just when Liu Ming'an was confused, he heard her say, "My name is Jiang Ning."

This was the last name she used before she died. Since she died with this name, she should live with this name for the rest of her life.

"Is it Jiang, which means picturesque mountains and rivers, or Ning, which means peace and tranquility in the world?" Liu Ming'an asked. This name sounded a bit like a man.

"Jiang, which means the nature of Jiang Gui, and Ning, which means focused eyes and a focused heart."

Jiang Ning, Liu Ming'an repeated this name in his mind, and then heard her ask, "Do you have a mirror?"

Liu Ming'an hesitated, turned around and took out a wooden box from the bottom of the cabinet beside him. It contained his parents' relics.

Jiang Ning waited for a while, and Liu Mingan came over with a mirror, holding his hands in front of her so that she could see her appearance effortlessly.

Jiang Ning looked at herself in the mirror and squinted slightly. Although this face was completely unrecognizable, looking at the eyebrows, eyes, lips and nose, it was exactly the same as the face she had before she died, but younger, probably about sixteen or seventeen years old.

No woman doesn't care about her appearance, Liu Mingan thought, and comforted her: "Miss Jiang Ning, appearance is just an appearance. No matter how beautiful a body is, it will turn into a pile of yellow earth after death. Life in this world..."

"You are so long-winded." Jiang Ning thought to herself, and said, "Take it away, I'm sleepy." After that, she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

Seeing this, Liu Mingan put away the mirror, then sat down at the table beside him, spread out paper and pen, took a book, and started to do his own thing.

As the sky gradually darkened, Liu Mingan noticed that reading was a bit strenuous, so he stood up and lit an oil lamp. A bean-sized flame lit up in the house, illuminating the silence.

Liu Mingan, who was immersed in the book, did not notice that Jiang Ning had already opened her eyes, turned her head and looked at him motionlessly for a long time.

Liu Mingan studied until the end of the hour of Hai as usual, then put away the pens, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, took two thick clothes from the cabinet beside him, put one on his body, and folded the other into a square and placed it on the table, as if he was about to blow out the oil lamp.

"Where are you going to sleep?" Jiang Ning, who had been watching his movements, asked at this time.

Liu Mingan turned around and looked at Jiang Ning, smiling a little embarrassedly: "There are only four walls and one bed in the house. I am sorry to embarrass you, Miss Jiang Ning."

"Have you always lived alone?" Didn't you have parents or family before?

"I moved once." Liu Mingan just replied.

Jiang Ning was silent for a moment, and then asked: "Didn't you buy me here to have children?"

"You misunderstood." Liu Mingan only then understood why Jiang Ning looked at him like that when she woke up before, and hurriedly explained: "I just can't bear it. When you recover from your injuries here, I will send you away."

Jiang Ning looked at him expressionlessly, and Liu Mingan looked back with a faint smile on his lips, his eyes were clean and clear.

After a while, Jiang Ning retracted his gaze and closed his eyes.

She was lucky enough to meet a kind person, and she could finally sleep peacefully.

Liu Mingan blew out the oil lamp, fell asleep on the table, and the room fell into darkness and silence.

The weak Jiang Ning fell into a deep sleep, but at a certain moment, she woke up inexplicably.

But as soon as she opened her eyes, Jiang Ning found something strange. What came into view was a row of bamboo and wood, not the thatched roof of Liu Mingan's house. She hurriedly turned her head to look to the side. There was no one here. This was a bamboo house, and she was lying on a bamboo bed.

Soon, Jiang Ning discovered something more important. Her injuries were all healed, her hands and feet moved freely, and her body was full of strength.

What happened?

Did she die again? Did she go to another world again?

Jiang Ning sat up from the bamboo bed, looking at her intact limbs, and was filled with doubt. In just one day, she experienced death and rebirth, and now she was here again. The series of changes caught her off guard.

"Cluck, cluck!" A crisp rooster crowed, and then a male voice sounded from somewhere: "It's dawn."

Jiang Ning didn't see anyone, but the man's voice seemed to be close to her ears, and it was very familiar. It was Liu Mingan.

The next moment, Jiang Ning opened her eyes suddenly. In front of her was a thatched hut, and under her was a coarse cloth sheet. She was still a crippled person, lying on the bed unable to move.

Was that a dream just now? Jiang Ning thought to herself and turned to look to the side. Liu Ming'an had indeed gotten up and was stretching his stiff muscles. It must have been uncomfortable for a man over 1.80 meters tall to sleep on a small table for a whole night.

Liu Ming'an felt someone was looking at him and turned around to find it was Jiang Ning.

"Miss Jiang Ning, were you woken up by the crowing of a chicken?" Liu Ming'an asked with a smile.

Jiang Ning was still thinking about the bamboo house and did not answer.

Liu Ming'an did not mind her indifference and continued, "Those are the chickens raised by the He Zhao family. They crow at this time every day. You should continue to sleep for a while. I'll go to cook." After

Liu Ming'an finished speaking, he went into the kitchen and was busy with a lot of noise. Half an hour later, he sat down by the bed with a bowl in his hand.

"Come, I'll feed you." Liu Ming'an scooped a spoonful with a spoon and passed it to Jiang Ning's lips.

Jiang Ning knew it as soon as she smelled it. It was the same vegetable porridge she had last night, also bitter and astringent, but it was better this time because the rice was cooked.

After feeding Jiang Ning, Liu Ming'an finished his meal, washed the dishes, and then closed the door and left.

Jiang Ning followed him with her eyes until his back disappeared outside the door, then she closed her eyes and rested. She felt much better after a good sleep, but the wounds seemed to be getting more and more painful, especially where the bones in her hands and feet were broken. The pain kept coming like a tide.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Ning suddenly heard footsteps outside the house, and at the same time, Liu Mingan's voice rang out: "Third Uncle, this way."

"I'm too weak, I don't need your help." Another old woman's voice with a smile followed, and the two were walking into the house.

With a "creak", the door was pushed open, and Liu Mingan and an old woman with gray hair came in together. Obviously, this old woman was the "Third Uncle" he had just called.

Third Uncle walked straight to the bed, looked at Jiang Ning's bloodstained face, sighed, lifted the quilt, looked at her bloody clothes, frowned and said, "What a sin."

Liu Mingan said: "Third Uncle, I'll go and boil some water, you sit here for a while."

"Hey, go ahead!" Third Uncle's eyes never left Jiang Ning, and her face was distressed.

Jiang Ning listened to the conversation between the two and looked at the old clothes in the old woman's arms. She guessed that Liu Mingan had hired her to take care of her. She had no idea what kind of torture she had gone through. Not only was she covered in wounds, her clothes were torn, her face was covered in dirt, and her hair was almost tangled.

"Hey, girl, who beat you up? It was too cruel." The third aunt asked with a sigh and some concern.

"I don't know." Jiang Ning told the truth.

The third aunt thought she didn't want to say it, so she didn't ask too much, for fear of touching on someone's secrets.