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In the 1970s, my sister and I gave birth at the same time. She traded her useless son for my genius son because of the value of mother to son. Twenty years later, my son became a national treasure-level scientist. The leader sent a special car to take her to the capital to enjoy the day. She came here specifically to stimulate her good-for-nothing son, saying that it was all my fault as a useless mother who failed to raise him well and ruined his life. My lame son took a knife and chopped me to pieces. Only after my death did I find out that my sister was a book girl. She had known that my son was a genius and deliberately exchanged it with me. I refused to close my eyes, and when I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day of delivery.

Because I refused to be approached by a man in a wheelchair on the bus, he pushed me off the bus. A passing car hit me and killed me. After my death, I was criticized by the Internet for unboxing, and countless righteous netizens applauded my death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the time when I was accosted by a man in a wheelchair. This time, I still rejected him!

During the May Day holiday, my husband and I organized a full-moon party for our baby. A lot of relatives came to the house. I breastfeed in my bedroom. Suddenly the mother-in-law pushed open the door and entered with a large group of people. I didn't even have time to pull up my clothes. They also stood by the bed and commented on me. "Ouch! How much milk can there be for such a small baby? Is it enough for the baby?" The mother-in-law made a fuss: "Lixia, have you ever gone to the hospital for a checkup to see if your breasts are really sick? Don't infect your granddaughter!" I picked up a glass of water from the bed and poured a glass of water on her face: "Get out! Get out of here!"

I teach in impoverished mountainous areas. On this day, the student's parents asked me to borrow money because they wanted to go to the hospital if they were sick. He had borrowed money from me five times before using this reason. I borrowed money every time because I sympathized with the poor families of the students, but they never paid it back and never went to the hospital. So I didn't agree this time. He yelled and cursed, saying that I was going to force him to death. On my way to the village for a home visit, he pushed me off a cliff and fell to my death. The students said that I was cold-blooded and deserved to die. After my death, the students' parents held a live broadcast online to remember me as the "most beautiful rural volunteer teacher." Eat my human blood steamed buns and make a lot of money. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn.