1960s, Tianjing.
An ordinary family in a courtyard house.
The room was filled with the smell of Chinese medicine.
Only to see.
A middle-aged woman was lying on the bed, barely breathing.
His face was pale.
He kept coughing.
She wrapped a boy's small hand tightly with her big, hot hand.
He said weakly.
"Yang Le, I'm afraid I'm dying. The only thing I'm worried about is you two siblings. You're the older brother, so you must take good care of your sister.”
After saying that.
The woman then placed the hands of the six-year-old girl and Yang Le together.
Tears the size of beans fell.
Her face was filled with reluctance.
She looked at the two children eagerly.
Facing such a scene.
Yang Le stood there blankly.
He didn't know what to say.
He could only let this woman grab his hand.
Because the woman was seriously ill, her days were numbered.
After saying this.
The woman passed away.
The little girl beside him cried out loud.
"Mommy, don't leave me behind!"
At this moment, Yang Le's eyes were deep.
There was no emotion on his face.
He had mixed feelings.
He did not know the woman in front of him, nor was she his mother.
This six-year-old girl was not his sister.
Facing two unrelated people.
Yang Le sighed.
She couldn't cry either.
Everything here made him feel very unfamiliar.
Yang Le, who had yet to figure out the situation.
Suddenly.
His head started to hurt.
In the next second.
Memories that did not belong to him kept appearing in his mind.
The memories of the two lifetimes perfectly overlapped.
Yang Le! 21st century university students.
Because of an accident.
He appeared in this place.
He had transmigrated to an eight-year-old child.
The Host was also called Yang Le.
He died because he was thin and malnourished.
This was how Yang Le was now.
Let's talk about the Host's family.
It was also pitiful.
His mother was a sickly child.
His father died when Yang Le was very young.
Because of a work injury.
Therefore, the factory would give them a pension of ten yuan every month.
The whole family basically relied on this money to live.
The family of three ate, drank, and pooped.
Including his mother's medical expenses.
One could imagine.
What a tight life.
It could be said that after eating the last meal, he could not find where the next meal was.
What shocked Yang Le even more was that…
This was actually the world of the TV series " Love in the Courtyard "!
A three-way courtyard.
There were about a dozen families living there.
The front yard, the middle yard, and the backyard.
There were three stewards.
In the front yard was the Third Master, Yan Bugui;
Yi Zhonghai was in the middle court.
In the backyard was the second uncle's bangs.
And he lived in the backyard.
He was Xu Damao's neighbor!
And the deaf old lady!
Those who knew the original work knew.
There was no good person in this courtyard house.
They were all a bunch of beasts.
Inhumane!
They lived in the same courtyard.
Yang Le felt a headache just thinking about it.
Forget about transmigration.
And he had such a family.
His parents were dead, leaving behind a six-year-old sister.
As for himself, his soul was in his twenties.
The body of an eight-year-old.
Short and thin.
He looked at his sister, Yang Mi.
His face was yellow and his muscles were thin.
How could he survive in this courtyard filled with beasts?
Yang Le was speechless.
Other people who transmigrated were all second-generation heirs or crown princes.
And my parents died at the beginning?
"Sigh ~"
Yang Le sighed.
He also gradually accepted his situation.
Anyway, he was already here.
There was no way to change this.
Forget it, forget it.
Since he was here, he would take it easy!
Just as Yang Le was sighing.
He suddenly felt the warmth of his palm.
In the next second.
Yang Le's hand was wrapped by Yang Mi's small hand.
"Brother, don't be sad. Mom is gone, but you still have me. Mimi, take care of brother.”
Yang Mi said in a childish voice.
His tone was extremely gentle.
Her voice was also very pleasant to hear.
Even if she was sad.
She was covered in snot and tears.
She did not forget to comfort her brother, Yang Le.
Her two big watery eyes blinked.
He looked at Yang Le.
Seeing such an obedient and sensible sister.
Yang Le felt that his heart was about to melt.
"Don't cry anymore. With big brother here, no one will dare to bully you in the future.”
Yang Le said.
He reached out and gently patted Yang Mi's head.
"Yes!"
Yang Mi nodded vigorously.
Hearing Yang Le's words.
She wiped her tears with her sleeve.
She really stopped crying.
Seeing such an obedient sister.
Yang Le liked it from the bottom of his heart.
Just as the two of them were talking.
An electric voice sounded in Yang Le's mind.
The God-level selection system had been activated!
Option 1: Bury mother!
[Reward: Martial arts manual," Yi Yang Finger ", five catties of pork, ten steamed buns!]
Option 2:
[Reward: One chance to transmigrate!]
F * ck!
He looked at the two options on the system interface in his mind.
Yang Le almost scolded the system for being a fool.
Wasn't the second option a lunatic?
You want me to kill myself?
To think that you could think of it!
If he couldn't die from the head-on collision, would he be responsible for it?
Moreover…
No matter what, I'm still a man.
How could he abandon a six-year-old girl?
Transmigration himself?
If that was the case…
Then Yang Mi would have no way out.
He would definitely be killed by these beasts from the Siheyuan.
This was not a choice.
This was a must-have topic.
Yang Le cursed the system in his heart.
He still chose the first option.
After making his choice.
The system page automatically closed.
At this moment.
Yang Le looked around.
He sized up his living environment.
It could be said that the house was bare.
Thieves would probably wipe away their tears when they came in.
"Mimi, do we have money?”
Yang Le asked.
The Host's mother was dead.
He couldn't just leave it at home, right?
No matter what, he had to arrange for a coffin to bury the corpse.
In that case, he couldn't do without money.
"Brother, don't you know? How can our family have money?"
"I'm so poor that I can't even cook.”
"A few days ago, there were still a few white steamed buns at home. Mom couldn't bear to eat them and planned to leave them for us. In the end, they were stolen by the stick.”
At this point.
Yang Mi couldn't hold it in anymore.
He felt aggrieved.
She cried out loud.
When his mother was around, the boy dared to steal from their house.
Now that her mother was gone.
Wouldn't the meme be able to bully her and her brother unscrupulously?
Hearing his sister's words.
Yang Le frowned slightly.
In other words, not only did his family have no money.
There was nothing to eat.
Awesome!
Very good!
Bloody thief!
Wait for me to settle the matter at hand.
Then I'll deal with you!
Yang Le clenched his fists.
A cold glint flashed across his eyes.
The stick had to be cleaned up.
His mother had to be buried too.
Thinking of this…
Yang Le looked around.
Finally, he picked up the Kang mat and rolled up his mother's corpse.
Then, he used the only property in the family, a broken wheelbarrow.
He dragged his mother's body up.
(Votes…)
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