Yun Tuan silently looked away and asked an obscure question, "Xia Xing, are you a boy or a girl?"
"Female, she came to Yue Island relatively late, and her appearance is still around forty years old. I think she may have schizophrenia and mania, but her disciples say there is nothing wrong with her. Even if this person hits people for no reason,
It can be beautified as concern for subordinates..."
The more Jing Yu spoke, the tighter his brows furrowed.
After a long silence, he suddenly said, "You have been beaten. To be precise, you had a fight. Do you still have any impressions?"
Yun Tuan shook his head, "It's probably the part I haven't remembered yet."
"Well, you should have a good rest first, and we will find a solution when the next copy comes out."
"Okay."
So, in the next few days, Yun Tuan was in the recovery mode of "sleep and wake up - wake up and eat - eat and sleep".
It's quite cool and unrestrained like a shopkeeper.
The memory gradually becomes complete through reconstruction again and again.
At the very beginning.
She is just an ordinary resident of the original state and has no special abilities. However, she has not liked to interact with others since she was a child.
Socializing is a burden to her.
She has never understood why people should greet each other warmly when they meet, care about whether the other person has eaten, what brand they are wearing, whether they have a new hairstyle, etc...
Even if it is a topic that you are not interested in, you can still pretend to be very enthusiastic.
Others call this "politeness", but she is more inclined to interpret it as a waste of time. If it is politeness, just nod and smile, and that's it. She has to develop a set of so-called adult social etiquette.
Most of the comments about her at home are that she is supercilious, cold and has no smile.
It doesn't matter to her, since she can't recognize all the 180 relatives who all look the same, so if anyone wants to touch her things, they'll make a fuss.
The commotion was so intense that everyone knew about it.
Everyone is afraid of crazy people.
She doesn’t need relatives who come to borrow money every year, nor cousins who steal her dolls every year.
It is true that people who have been flattering and duplicitous since childhood will get better jobs, stable status, and enviable salary.
As for her, she was facing the risk of unemployment just after graduating from college.
However, anyway, it’s just a day when you have money, and it’s a day when you don’t have money, so she just lived in a muddle until——
Yun Tuan picked up a child beside the trash can.
The little girl was dirty and smelly, as if she crawled out of a cesspool.
She subconsciously wanted to call the police, but was beaten to pieces by a child with a headbutt.
What's terrible is that all the smelly and sticky stuff on this child rubbed against her!
How can I bear this?
At that time, Yun Tuan grabbed the child's collar and took him home.
She first put the dirty child in the utility room, took a bath herself, then took the little girl out with gloves and pushed her into the bathroom.
"Don't come out until you wash yourself off!"
"Why wash it? I don't want to wash it!"
"If you make any more noise, I'll call the police immediately! No, I'll take a photo of you first and post it online so that everyone can see what you look like, this little dirty monkey!"
"You are infringing on your portrait rights, I can sue you!" the little girl shouted in the bathroom.
Yun Tuan frowned. This child looked like he was only seven or eight years old, but he spoke in a certain way.
Maybe he is a child from a Kochi family.
You still have to call the police.
Thinking about it, she took out her mobile phone, and another shout came from the bathroom: "If you make this call, I will definitely tear this place down before they come!"
Yun Tuan touched his head, feeling a dull pain from where he was hit just now.
She checked the bathroom door doubtfully. There was no hole here, so it shouldn't be seen by the other party.
You can’t make phone calls, but you can also call the police by sending text messages.
Thinking about it, Yun Tuan quickly edited a text message.