Grass Seed Angelica

Twenty-seven years old, an extra bed, and a straightened monitor. There were thirty-seven missed calls on my phone. The first one was from my mother. I pressed reject. I stared at the ones in the back, watching the word "Mom" light up and go dark, thirty-seven times. I wanted to say sorry to her, buy a hearing aid for my dad, and comment on Moments for my brother again. I also want to read the accounting tutorials I have collected and save the 68,000 in my card to 500,000. But nothing came in time. When I died, I was thinking about the bowl of porridge I had when I was seventeen. My mother poured it back and forth between two bowls until the third time it was just the right temperature. That mouthful of porridge was warm, but my breath was cold. When I opened my eyes again, I was five years old. The air was leaking from the earthen bed and straw mat, and the window paper was leaking. I clenched my fists, too small to hold anything. But here we go again. In this life, her name is Chu Yiyi. Her father is a country doctor and her mother is a village girl who cooks rice. In troubled times, her family is living in poverty. Without a golden finger, he just has a sweet mouth, a tough body, and the courage to be afraid of nothing since he died once. Shuai Shen taught me swordsmanship, military advisor taught me strategy, and dad taught me medical skills. Carrying water from the stables, walking horses in the schoolyard, and wrapping wounds in the medicine shed. I practiced until I could tie a knot with my eyes closed. Grass seeds can sprout when they fall into cracks in rocks. When they step into the mud, they stand up again when the wind blows. Angelica sinensis is a medicinal herb used to treat illnesses caused by leaving home. In this life, be a grass seed and protect the people you didn't protect in your previous life one by one. Live past twenty-seven and go home well.