Yan Ning was confused when she woke up.

She didn't know why she was obviously dead, but why she came back alive.

Is this the so-called underworld? It looks familiar.

He wanted to reach out and rub his eyes habitually, but Yan Ning suddenly froze.

What appeared in front of me was a hand, a child's hand, white, tender and fleshy.

Yan Ning also wore a string of bright red beads on his wrist, which he recognized.

That was the beads my mother had to wear for her.

Yan Ning was at a loss and his body trembled slightly.

"Madam, Madam..." She screamed, as if she wanted to use this to relieve her inner fear.

Madam Zhang was originally doing needlework outside, but she suddenly heard Yan Ning's voice and was helpless. She suddenly became a little panicked and threw down the exquisite embroidered handkerchief from her hand to see Yan Ning in the room.

As soon as she lifted the curtain, she saw the little Yan Ning sitting pitifully between the wide bed, with some fear remaining in her eyes.

"Girl!" Madam Zhang didn't bother to ask carefully, and immediately reached out to hug the little girl on the bed in her arms and comforted her, "Miss is afraid that she has a nightmare, don't be afraid, Madam is here."

Yan Ning actually regretted it just after he finished calling it. Who would believe it? Even if his mother and father would believe it, would they worry about themselves for nothing? What's more, such a strange and chaotic thing... is always unhappy by the world.

With Madam Zhang's careful comfort, Yan Ning gradually calmed down, "Madam, I just had a nightmare, it's so terrible."

As she said that, she patted her chest exaggeratedly to show her fear. Madam Zhang looked at the little master who had come to her senses and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Madam, where is the mother?" Yan Ning knew that his father would not usually stay at home at this time, so he only asked Yan's mother.

"The lady just coaxed the girl to go back after she went to bed. Does the girl want to see her? Why don't I go and report it to the lady now?" Madam Zhang stood up and asked.

"Well, I miss my mother." She nodded vigorously to avoid being seen by Madam Zhang.

"Then the girl wait first, I will go back to my wife's words." Madam Zhang turned around and retreated.

Yan Ning was the only one left in the room. She raised her hand and looked at it carefully for a few seconds. She suddenly jumped out of bed and looked at herself from head to toe several times in the mirror in front of the dressing table before she realized how old she was now.

Yan Ning is now five years old because the beads on his hand were given by his mother when he was his fifth birthday, which was lost by himself that year.

Then it should be the twelve years of Yongning now.

She touched her face hard again, well, it was so round and round!

...

There was a sound of footsteps outside the house, and they came slowly without any rush.

Yan Ning's bare toes moved uneasyly, then spread her feet and ran to the bed. She had just sat down and the curtain outside the room was also stretched open.

"An An?" Yan's mother's voice came, gentle and gentle.

It's the voice of my mother!

"Mom." Yan Ning's voice of coquettishness kept coming into Yan's mother's ears. When she heard her daughter Jiaojiao call her, Yan's mother also accelerated her pace.

A beautiful and extraordinary beauty appeared in front of Yan Ning and came gracefully.

Yan Ning's eyes suddenly turned red, and crystal tears fell in strings, forming drops on the mattress and quickly disappeared without a trace.

Yan's mother was stunned when she saw her daughter's pitiful appearance. Then she hurried forward, gently wiped away the tears from Yan Ning's face with the handkerchief, and hugged the person in her arms for a while to persuade her to coax her.

Yan Ning burst into tears and laughed, and embarrassedly buried her face in Yan's mother's arms and rubbed it.

It’s not her fault for crying, but when Yan Ning saw Yan’s mother, she suddenly heard her heart-wrenching cry before her death in her previous life.

"Mom, An An misses you so much."

Yan's mother bit her head funny and said angrily, "I remember an hour ago a certain crybag was still sleeping in my arms."

Yan Ning looked at his mother's face that seemed to be criticized but was intimate, and she felt embarrassed. She hadn't seen her mother's happy expression for a long time.

At this time, Yan Ning didn't have the heart to think about anything else, but just simply thanked God for giving her a chance to come back. Although "Zhuang Zhou Dreamed Butterfly" didn't know whether everything before or now was a dream, if it was a dream, she would rather never wake up at this dream.

And in this life, she must work hard to maintain a good body, be filial to her parents, and be a healthy child.

"Mom, I miss Dad too. When will Dad come back?" She suddenly thought of her father.

"Your father has something to do and go out today. An An is obedient. Dad will come back to accompany you in the evening." Yan's mother patted Yan Ning's back and hugged her tightly.

Yan Ning just after dinner, Yan's father came back. Yan Ning couldn't wait to see his father. The dinner table was so busy that it was so busy that the Yan couple were both funny and moved.

Yan Ning gradually accepted the incident of doing it again, and the beauty of these days has diluted the bitterness and heaviness of the previous life.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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