Although it is a bit strange to ask scientific questions in modern technology, this is a fact.

The human brain is fragile. If you forcefully play painful clips, it will be affected.

Meng Chengyu was a little worried and could only wait by the side.

Qiao Jin said: "I have an appointment at noon. If Yang Qiulu hasn't woken up tonight, I will drag her out. Just keep here. As long as no one wants to kill her, she will be fine."

The last time I went back to the formation, Qiao Jin and Song Yanqing were in a few reincarnations, and they all passed for several days.

Yang Qiulu must have taken a little longer.

Meng Chengyu nodded hurriedly: "You go and do your business."

Qiao Jin nodded, looked down at Yang Qiulu, and saw that her face was relatively calm, he only sighed softly.

She didn't stop others because she had already noticed Yang Qiulu's inner thoughts.

Since she had to walk, she would not stop her.

The backtracking formation can stimulate her to awaken, but it will also stimulate her to other stimulation.

It's all the same pain.

After Qiao Jin left, Meng Chengyu looked at Yang Qiulu and posed a comfortable position for her body to lie on the sofa. He could only huddle beside him and took out his cell phone to play.

***

Yang Qiulu felt that her life was like being covered by a thick ball of dark clouds.

It can keep her breathless.

She carried a basket of pig grass on her back, and her thin and weak body carried a large basket that was unreasonable.

In front is the tall back of the mother Feng Xiangli holding her youngest son, Yang Qiulu's younger brother.

For four-year-old Yang Qiulu, her mother kept kissing her younger brother, this scene was her deepest memory.

After kissing her baby son for a while, Feng Xiangli felt that Yang Qiulu was walking slowly, and turned her head and scolded: "Why are you doing if you are not hurry up? Are you going to be lazy? Is this money-losing thing? Is it just a waste of money to raise you? You are so slow to carry a pig grass!"

Feng Xiangli's words were mixed with a series of unpleasant insults from the local area. The little Yang Qiulu was not very understandable, but she knew that it was a scolding to herself. Her thin fingers grabbed the rope that had been strangled into her shoulders and walked forward step by step, heavy and slowly, but she looked a little faster than before.

Feng Xiangli rolled her eyes and continued to curse and walked forward.

After I had three money-lossing goods in one go, I sold the smallest one, and my family's life was barely improving.

Until last year, she finally gave birth to a baby son. Feng Xiangli felt that her status in the village had increased significantly, and even her walking seemed to be in the wind.

Others always say that she is not good to her daughter, and their family has not lost money, so of course they don’t know what life she is living.

How can I live this life if I force them to light up and just keep a few mouths?

Yang Qiulu was hot and tired, but she insisted on carrying the basket home. Her mother carried her younger brother in to rest. She stood in the frozen yard and looked at the sky outside the window.

As the sunset light shone, she looked into the sky and seemed to see a girl's smiling face.

She is very cold and beautiful.

In the little Yang Qiulu's heart, she could think of the most extreme adjective, that is, the fairy.

She didn't know why she could see the fairy, but it seemed like a dazzling thing. In most cases, it was like her own hallucination.

There was no such person around, Yang Qiulu knew about it...
Chapter completed!