Jiang Xiao had a nightmare again, dreaming that those people in white coats rushed towards her like hungry wolf, like a little lamb.

She panicked and frightened, struggled desperately, and stepped back step by step.

Then someone pushed her violently, and she fell from the ninth floor and her brain burst into pieces, and her flesh and blood were blurred.

That was her, she was thirty years old.

With such a tragic death, I ended up being deceived, used, framed, harming others and yourself, and lived like a fool for the rest of my life.

Jiang Xiao couldn't help crying.

She hated, hated those people, and even more hated her own stupidity.

The plain printed door curtain was quickly lifted open, and someone walked in quickly and said in a stack of voices: "Xiaoxiao, what's wrong? Have you had a nightmare again?"

Jiang Xiao felt that her dancing hands were being held by someone, but her hands were covered with thin calluses, but they were extremely warm.

She opened her eyes that were covered in tears and saw a familiar face with anxiety and distress.

Thin eyebrows and long eyes, short hair with ears and three black one-shaped hair clips on the side, and there is a hint of sorrow in your eyes all year round.

Jiang Xiao trembled and shouted, "Grandma?"

Grandma sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her with distress, "Don't be afraid, grandma is here, my little girl should sleep well."

What's going on?

Didn’t grandma die in the late summer when she was thirteen?

At this time, Jiang Xiao saw his hands.

The arms are slender, the skin is tender and white, so thin that blood vessels can be seen. There are still some black marks in the cracks of the nails, which look a little dirty.

In any case, this could not be the hands she had drawn later, which were the hands she remembered.

Jiang Xiao was in a trance.

Isn't she dead?

He was pushed down from the ninth floor and fell to the point of blood. How could he survive?

"Grandma." She was dizzy and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't expect that the first person I saw after I died would be you. Grandma, I died so ugly. Fortunately, I didn't come to see you with that look, otherwise you should be frightened by me."

The Jiang family's grandmother Ge Liutao was shocked when she heard this, and her eyes were filled with fear. Looking at Jiang Xiao who was sleeping again, she felt a little scared.

She sat down for a while, put Jiang Xiao's hand into the quilt, and then walked out gently.

The Jiang family has three houses, one main hall. After the main hall, it is a small courtyard. The wall is one meter two meters high and is a loess wall.

The yard is square, with the gate facing the main hall. There is a yellow fruit tree on the left. It is surrounded by stone slats, with chopped firewood piled in the corner, and a chicken coop on the right. The courtyard wall here is shared with the next door, and the old Jiang family's grandfather's eldest brother and his family live there.

It was afternoon, Jiang Xiao's grandfather Jiang Songhai was squatting in the yard, turning over the herbs she had been sunburned before and continuing to dry them.

In early spring, the sun is not strong, and these herbs can only be dried at noon for two hours. If they decay, they will not be sold for money.

Ge Liutao stood under the eaves and called him quietly.

"Uncle Hai, come here quickly."

Here, Yihuashan Bo Guoshu, Jiang Songhai is quite old in the village, and he is of the Hua generation. For many years, those who are older than him have to call him uncle. Ge Liutao is of the younger generation, and he is of the Bo generation. Before marriage, he called him Uncle Hai. This title lasted until after marriage, and he did not change his age.

"What are you doing? Haven't you seen me busy?" Jiang Songhaitou didn't reply, and continued to be busy with his work.

"Little little..."

As soon as he talked about Xiaoxiao, Jiang Songhai immediately stood up, turned around and walked into the room, and asked nervously: "What's wrong with Xiaoxiao? It's getting burned again? I'll go and see."

Ge Liutao grabbed him, looked at the next door, and asked in a low voice: "The older generation said there was a ghost in the stream at the foot of the mountain. Is it true?"

Jiang Songhai was frightened and said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense!"
Chapter completed!