Wen Jiaojiao flipped through the last page of chronicles before going to bed. When she opened her eyes again, the smell of damp straw lingered on her nose, and two thin children's voices floated in her ears——
"Sister, are you awake?" The little girl with a double bun held her sleeves, with tears hanging on her eyelashes, as if she had just cried.
There was a smaller boy huddled next to him, holding a shiny wooden top in his arms. Seeing her looking over, he immediately buried his face in it, leaving only the top of his hair exposed.
Wen Jiaojiao's head buzzed, and the content of last night's book hit her head and face: she dressed up as the orphan Wen Jiaojiao in the book, whose father was swept away by the wildfire and whose mother ran off as a businessman. In the original text, this girl and a pair of younger siblings coughed so much that they couldn't stand up straight after a freezing rain in late autumn. They died within seven days. The rare blue brick house with a cellar in Wangyue Village was eventually exchanged for two bags of sweet potatoes by the reborn heroine Jiang Zhiqing, and it became the first place for the heroine to start her career.
She sat up while holding on to the edge of the kang, looked down at her patched gray cloth jacket, and then glanced at the three blue brick houses with courtyards. Although the cracks in the walls were covered with mud to protect them from the wind, they were much better than the common adobe houses in the village. There was even a pressure well in the corner of the courtyard, and the old pomegranate tree in the courtyard looked to be quite old.
