Chapter 222

Ling Jue picked up the eyebrows. "So what?"

"You can't get in." He was a little complacent, "there are iron nets around, you can't get in at all."

"is that so? Well then. " Lingjue nodded, turned around and walked into the house.

"Hello hello, lingjue, if you don't listen to me, you will have an accident. I know you can go in there!"

"Hello! Boss! Jue Ye! " After shouting for a long time, Ling Jue had already walked in and ignored him.

Niutingxiong's eyes turned a few times, and then he laughed. He will not go to the cattle tomorrow, and he has been waiting for him.

We must follow the boss to see the so-called monster.

Everyone in the village said it was horrible. He had been curious for a long time.

Today, I finally let him find out how to enter the back mountain. I must go and have a look.

Thinking so, he went home happily.

When Ling Jue came back, grandma was still sleeping. She picked up the shower and watered the flowers.

At this time, she saw the deep part of the small yard, there were two trees, planted for less than 50 years, and there was a small swing hanging on it.

She was in a trance. She put down the flower in her hand and walked away.

The iron rope made of iron chain is hung on a rusty iron plate. The old tree has been worn to the skin, and now it has grown with the iron rope.

"Back?" When Ling Jue lost her mind, a voice came from behind.

She turned her head and looked at her grandmother.

The old man's face came over with a little fatigue. "These two trees were planted when I married your grandfather."

"At that time, he said that when he grew up, he would make a little swing for his grandchildren." Her hand touched the iron rope, and she got a little rust, but she didn't feel it, and her voice was a little distant. "Later, when your mother and your uncle were ten years old, they had grown strong, and they were made into swings. The last time you came, you liked sitting here the most. "

Ling Jue takes out a tissue and wipes it with her hand.

"Let's go. Grandma will cook for you." She smiled, patted Ling Jue on the shoulder and turned to the kitchen.

"Sir --" Tang Yuan stops talking and mumbles, "it's all said, just a slap. Why do you hesitate all the time?"

Ling Jue wipes the iron plate with a paper towel, then cushions several pieces of paper, sits on it and shakes.

Outside is the familiar scenery, is a small river, which is full of water and grass.

And the fish jumped out of the river to breathe. The sky was dark as if it was going to rain.

This kind of weather, this kind of situation, everyone who experiences will have a depressing feeling.

Ling Jue's mind has always been a painful memory, only to feel the pain on her body.

"You shouldn't have been born at all!"

"You are a bitch!"

"Damn you! Why don't you die! "

“……”

Lingjue's memory is full of the words of the woman.

Her face is as usual, all of which Tangyuan can't feel, only she can.

She seemed to be reading other people's stories, all of which had nothing to do with herself.

She saw lingjue in her memory, who was beaten by that woman.

No wonder autistic, no wonder inferiority, no wonder depression

"Xiaojue, have a meal!" Just then, she heard the voice of grandma and woke her up.

She stood up, patted the dust that did not exist on her body, and walked towards the inner room.

"Sir, do you want to consider the suggestion of Tangyuan?" Tang Yuan squatted on her shoulder. Why does he feel strange at the moment.