Although science is a little strange in terms of modern technology, it is a fact.
Human brain is fragile, if forced to play painful clips, it will be affected.
Meng Chengyu was worried, so he could only stay by.
Qiao said today: "I have an appointment at noon. If Yang Qiulu doesn't wake up tonight, I will drag her out. You can watch here. As long as no one wants to kill her, she will be fine."
Last time back to the array, Qiao Jin and song Yanqing didn't know how many reincarnations they had, and they all passed for several days.
Yang Qiulu, this must take longer.
Meng Chengyu nodded in a hurry: "you go to be busy with your affairs."
Qiao nodded and glanced down at Yang Qiulu. Seeing that her face was still calm, she only sighed gently.
She did not stop others because she had already noticed Yang Qiulu's inner thoughts.
Since she had to walk, she would not stop.
Retrospective array can stimulate her to wake up, but it will also make her subject to other stimuli.
It's all the same pain.
After Qiao left today, Meng Chengyu looked at Yang Qiulu and laid her body in a comfortable position on the sofa. He could only shrink aside and take out his mobile phone to play.
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Yang Qiulu felt that his life was covered by thick clouds.
It can't hold her breath.
She carried a basket of pig grass on her back, and her thin and frail body carried a large basket that did not conform to the common sense.
In front of her is the tall back of her mother, Feng Xiangli, holding her youngest son, Yang Qiulu's younger brother.
For four-year-old Yang Qiulu, the picture of her mother holding her brother's parents is her deepest memory.
After kissing her baby son for a while, Feng Xiangli felt that Yang Qiulu was walking slowly. She turned her head and scolded, "don't you hurry up? What are you doing? Are you going to be lazy? You're a loser. I raise you for nothing? Carry a pig grass, you all dally
Feng Xiangli's words are mixed with a series of ugly local insults. The little Yang Qiulu can't understand it very well, but he knows that it's a scolding to himself. He grabs the back rope that has been pulled into the skin of his shoulder. Step by step, he walks forward heavily and slowly, but he looks faster than before.
Feng Xiangli rolled her eyes and went on swearing.
Three money losing goods were born in one breath. After selling the smallest one, the life of the family was improved.
Until last year, she finally gave birth to a baby son. Feng Xiangli felt that her status in the village had risen significantly. She even walked with the wind.
Others always say that she is not good to her daughter, and their family has not lost money. Of course, I don't know what kind of life her family is living.
If you don't force them to order, just keep a few mouths, how can you live this life?
Yang Qiulu was hot and tired, but she still insisted on carrying the basket home. Her mother took her brother in to have a rest. She stood in the frozen yard and looked at the sky outside the window.
When the light of the setting sun came down, she looked at the sky, as if she could always see the smiling face of a girl.
She was cold and beautiful.
In the heart of little Yang Qiulu, she can think of the most extreme adjective, that is fairy.
She didn't know why she could see the fairy, but it seemed to be a fancy thing. Most of the time, it was like her own illusion.
There is no such person around, Yang Qiulu knows.
Such a fairy cannot exist in the world.
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