Rubbing his head, the pain doubled. Lan Ling could not help but let out a scream of pain. She could clearly feel a big bag under her palm and gently caressed it. It was not an exaggeration. It was really as big as an egg and she did not dare to touch it with her hands. Lan Ling cursed in her heart. She was really unlucky, but she wanted to come out and relax. She did not know where to go. She looked out of the window at the clear sky after the rain and breathed in the slightly damp air. She thought that she might as well go up the mountain to take a walk and pick some mushrooms for entertainment. Who knew that she would slip down on the way down the mountain and hit her head against a tree and faint. She did not know how long she had been unconscious. From the looks of the sky, it should not be long. It hurt! Forget it, she'd better go down the mountain and find a doctor to see if there were any sequelae.

Lan Ling was still a little dizzy. She supported herself against the tree beside her and slowly stood up. She reached out and flicked her clothes. Lan Ling was stunned. Whose clothes was this? Was there anyone wearing this white cloth dress? She looked around and saw that there was no one around. She reached out and tugged at the hem of her clothes, wanting to take a closer look. Who was that dirty little hand of hers? She raised her hand in front of her eyes. Lan Ling felt like she was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Had she been struck dumb? Was her brain broken? Or was she hallucinating? She pinched hard on her thigh. Lan Ling cried out in pain. It hurt so much. It really hurt!

"Hurry up, there's a sound over here."

A simple and honest male voice came over. Lan Ling was so frightened that he immediately bit off the howl. His lips were biting so hard that it hurt. If a man suddenly appeared in this desolate wilderness, it was hard to say if something would happen. It was best to be careful.

"Little Lanzi, Little Lanzi..."

A hoarse female voice rang out again. Lan Ling's heart finally calmed down a little. There were both men and women here, so there shouldn't be any danger.

"Where are you, Xiao Lanzi? Tell me!"

The hoarse female voice called out one after another. The fear and worry in her voice caused Lan Ling's heart to tremble. Whose child was this? Was she so anxious? This unlucky child, why did he come to this mountain alone? How worried was his family?

"Xiao Lanzi!"

Lan Ling, who was letting her imagination run wild, was startled by the man who had suddenly appeared in front of her. Before she could react, she was immediately hugged by a warm embrace.

"Lanzi, you're such a b*tch. You scared me to death."

Mother? My ass? Lan Ling felt like she was about to go crazy. Was she really stupid? Or was she still unconscious? What was going on?!

"Xiao Lanzi, what's wrong with you? I'm your mother. Why don't you talk? What happened?"

The woman held up Lan Ling's face with one hand and looked at it carefully. She caressed Lan Ling's hair with the other hand. Lan Ling cried out in pain.

"Where does it hurt? Is it here? Mother, take a look."

The woman carefully pushed Lan Ling's hair away. The bulging blood-red lump immediately made the woman shed tears.

Little girl, how did you do it? Does it hurt? Mother, blow on it.

The woman put her mouth on Lan Ling's head and puffed out her cheeks to blow. The cool feeling warmed up Lan Ling's heart. Being cared for would always make her fragile. Lan Ling did not realize that she had already gently stuck to the woman's chest.

"Sister, sister, let me help you. Mother, let me help you..."

Someone pulled the hem of his shirt and shook it vigorously. Lan Ling lowered his head and saw a little boy with a small bun. He looked up at himself. Although he was thin and small, he had delicate eyes and brows. He was very cute. However, what was wrong with his hairstyle and his clothes? Looking at the woman and the man, Lan Ling's heart was in a complete mess. Both of them were very young, probably about 26 or 27 years old. They both wore coarse clothes with patches on them. The style of the clothes obviously did not belong to modern times. Where on earth was this?

"Sister, let me help you..."

Lan Ling squatted down, and the little boy immediately came over.

"I won't hurt anymore. Sister, don't cry. The pain was blown away by me."

When did I start crying? It's just that the little boy's tender voice melted Lan Ling's heart. What a sensible little boy.

"Who are you? Kid, you're so cute. I don't love you anymore."

The little boy was stunned and stared at Lan Ling with his round eyes.

Elder Sister... I'm a little hoe. Don't you know me? Mother, mother, Elder Sister doesn't know me anymore...

"Little basket, don't scare me. I'm your mother. Do you recognize me?"

Seeing Lan Ling looking over in a daze, the young woman was completely panicked.

"Second Brother, is the little basket broken? We don't even know each other. What should we do?"

The young woman held Lan Ling in her arms again, and her tears fell down on Lan Ling's head. It was wet and hot. The woman's sadness made Lan Ling at a loss.

"Girl, you really don't know each other? I'm your father. Do you still remember me?"

Lan Ling's eyes turned red as she looked at the man. The anxiety and worry in his eyes were not fake at all. She couldn't help but call out.

"Father..."

This shout caused Lan Ling's heart to tremble. Lan Ling knew that this was the instinct of this body.

"Alas—"

The man's eyes were filled with tears when he heard her call him father. He spoke excitedly to the woman.

"Qiutang, look, there's nothing wrong with the basket. Don't worry, it's fine."

Lan Ling raised her hand and waved it in front of her eyes. She narrowed her eyes. "He's wearing it?" She looked down at her clothes and the cloth shoes on her feet and sighed. "He's really wearing it!"

Lying on the man's broad back, Lan Ling saw the young woman beside him holding the little boy in one hand and caressing his back with the other. A long-lost happiness welled up in her chest. In her previous life, her parents had passed away at an early age. Her uncles and uncles only wanted to occupy more of their property. No one cared what kind of life the little child lived. Thinking about it, at that time, Lan Ling guessed that she was probably at the same age as her current body. Although she had the help of her parents' units, she just did not lack clothes or food. At such a young age, she had lost the innocence of her peers. No one knew the loneliness and pain in the middle of the night. Looking at those children who were loved and loved by her parents, Lan Ling even prayed that her parents would take her away!

At that time, she had to bear all the responsibilities. When she was bullied, no one comforted her. When she was hurt, she had to lick her own wounds. When she was tired, she could only curl up on the bed and sleep alone. But now, she was worried about by this man and loved by this woman. That warm feeling came from the bottom of her heart like a tide, until it drowned her eyes. Lan Ling's tears could not help falling down on the man's neck, slid into his collar, and disappeared. Mom and Dad, could you see me in the sky? Someone hurt me, and I was no longer alone. So, don't worry, I will start my new life, let the past be like the tears on my father's body. I will disappear from then on, and my last life. Goodbye!

"Little basket, what's wrong? Does it hurt badly?"

Feeling the warmth and moist on his neck, the man became nervous.

"Qiutang, let's go faster. Go back and find a doctor for the basket. Don't break it. Our basket doesn't like to cry. It must hurt a lot."

"Hey, let's go faster. It's just a hoe. My head hit it. It hurts very much. Let's go faster and go home to rest."

"Yes, hurry up..."

The little hoe nodded its little head. The three of them quickened their steps. The little hoe could not keep up with them and started to run beside the woman.

"Mom, I'm fine. It doesn't hurt much. Take it slow. The hoe can't keep up. Don't fall on him again."

Lan Ling was willing to call her 'mother'.

Even though Lan Ling had repeatedly shouted for them to slow down, the family still hurried back home. Seeing the man push open the tattered door that was about to collapse, Lan Ling could only sigh. He was indeed from a poor family. Furthermore, he was not an ordinary poor family. Just by looking at the door, one could tell that the man had rushed into the courtyard and headed straight for the east side room.

"Little basket, we're home. I'll go and ask the doctor to check your head right away."

"You still know to come back? You haven't done anything serious all day. Where are you playing? The whole family is waiting for you to eat. Do you think you are a big boss? There is still a lot of work to do in the field waiting for you to do? Your family knows how to cheat. You don't have to eat your first meal today."

A sharp and harsh female voice interrupted the man's footsteps. Lan Ling turned around with the man and saw a thin old lady standing at the door of the main room. She was actually not very old, about forty-five or forty-five years old. She was raising her fingers to pinch her waist and cursing.

"Mom, the basket hit the head and we fainted on the mountain. We went to find her, so we came back late. It's not that we were lazy and didn't work."

The man took two steps towards the old woman and explained in a low voice.

"Mother, take some money. I'll get a doctor to take a look at the basket. The girl is in great pain."

"Take the money? Just lie down. How can this farmer's child be so expensive? You've taken it as a treasure. It's worth it for me to take the money to treat her. Do you think the money is from a strong wind? You can have it if you want it!"

"Mother, I don't know much about people in the basket. I'm afraid I'm going to hit them hard."

"That's what she deserves. When it's time to eat, she doesn't come back for dinner. She went to the wild mountains. I still owe her. Give her some money to check her head. Bah."

Lan Ling could clearly feel the man's trembling hands around her thighs. He must be very angry. Someone had grabbed hold of his shirt. Lowering his head, he saw a small hoe raising its head and biting its lips. Its eyes were filled with unconcealable anger.

"Mother, it's you who asked the basket to go up the mountain to pick mushrooms. She didn't run around. The mountain, which has just been drenched in rain, is slippery. The basket didn't steady before it hit her head. Look at her head. It's as big as an egg."

The man's voice was obviously raised, but it was not loud.

"Good boy, you've learned to pout. What's wrong? I'm not good at talking, right? Is my adopted son angry with me? Oh, my god, open your eyes and have a look. This is my own son. He was born to piss me off. How can I live..."