After rebirth, the real daughter just wants to win glory for the country

Chapter 6 Brother, I am Yanyan, I am not dead

Jiahe Hospital.

"Sister, I bought the mobile phone."

Opposite the hospital is a large shopping mall, and Wang Huiping and her son returned quickly.

Song Lingrui rushed into the ward with an excited face, holding the latest domestic 5G mobile phone.

"So fast!"

Song Lingyan returned to the hospital bed and sat down, took the phone from her brother and replaced it with a chip.

The phone boots up very quickly and the picture is clear and smooth, giving people a pleasing visual impact.

Song Lingrui looked at it with envy, scratched the back of his head, licked his face and asked, "Sister, can I use your phone to play games?"

"Row."

Song Lingyan readily agreed.

"Thank you sister."

Song Lingrui was happy, hugging her sister's arm and saying, "Sister is the best, Ruirui likes her the most.

"Stay aside and don't make trouble for your sister here."

Wang Huiping was given a headache by her son, so she slapped her head and pulled him away.

After all, Song Lingrui was only an 11-year-old child, and he staggered and almost fell down due to the overwhelming strength of his mother.

"What are you doing? Hit me again. You almost knocked me out."

The little boy was unhappy and complained, covering his head.

"Why are you hitting me? How many times will you become stupid? You are made of clay and cannot be touched at all?"

Wang Huiping also stared, and the mother and son started a war of words again.

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Song Lingyan listened quietly, thinking of her biological parents, and her heart ached.

The base exploded, news of the death spread back to the country, and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man away
She couldn't imagine how sad her parents would be if they found out.

And her eldest brother who dotes on her the most.

It was her eldest brother who helped her cover up. Every time she went on a mission, he said he was going to Africa to volunteer.

It is common to not go home for a year or so.

But this time, his sister will never come back.

Brother, how should he explain to his parents?

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"Brother, I am Yanyan, I am not dead..."

Her fingertips moved involuntarily, downloading the mailbox, and quickly typed a sentence on the screen. At the last moment when she was about to send it, she suddenly woke up, hesitated for a long time, and reluctantly pressed the cancel button.

Soul possession is too bizarre, even his dear brother who has always loved him would not believe it easily.

Before she had thought of a complete solution, she couldn't be reckless and could only try her best to hide herself so that no one would notice anything strange.

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"Smoke."

Seeing that her daughter looked strange, Wang Huiping asked with concern: "What do you want for lunch? Mom will make it for you when she gets home."

"no need."

Song Lingyan shook her head: "You can order food in the hospital, and the canteen will deliver it directly to the ward."

"The food in the cafeteria is not as delicious as mom's cooking."

Wang Huiping was secretly frightened, feeling that her daughter was alienated from her after she found out that she was an adopted child: "Don't you like to eat the spicy chicken cooked by your mother the most? Mom cooks it for you."

"It's really not necessary."

Song Lingyan smiled and declined: "You can take your brother home and send him to school in the afternoon. There is no need to come back."

"How does this work."

Wang Huiping was even more frightened: "Mom has to stay with you in the hospital."

"The hospital has nurses, just pay for one."

Song Lingyan had her own plans. Before she got used to this identity, she didn't want to expose more of her true emotions in front of people who were familiar with the original owner.

Wang Huiping felt a little sad: "You really don't want mom to accompany you?" "I really don't need it."

Song Lingyan bravely refused again, pretending not to see her grievance.

"Mom knows, I didn't care enough about you before, but there's nothing I can do about it..."

Wang Huiping loves her son so much that it hurts to the core of her bones.

She had no job, so in order to pick up and drop off her son, she set up a stall in front of the kindergarten, selling pancakes and fruits.

I send him there in the morning, and after school at noon and afternoon, I take advantage of the many people to make some money and take my son home on an electric tricycle when everyone is gone.

When her son entered elementary school, she moved the stall to the entrance of the elementary school. She still sold pancakes and fruits, rain or shine, and picked up her son without missing a beat.

Compared with the son, the daughter is basically free-range and does not care much about her academic performance.

It is also for this reason that her daughter fell in love early at school and was bullied. She was bullied and she didn't know it.

"Yanyan, have you realized that you are not our biological daughter? Do you feel resentful and don't want to be close to your mother?"

Seeing that her daughter had not spoken, Wang Huiping felt sad and aggrieved, and kept talking nonstop.

"No."

Song Lingyan was convinced that she must interrupt her, otherwise she would not be able to keep her ears clean.

"You don't blame mom?"

Wang Huiping's eyes showed hope.

"No."

Song Lingyan said on the surface: "You raised me since I was a child. Your kindness in raising me is greater than heaven. How can I blame you?"

In fact, I silently felt sorry for the girl in my heart.

The child you raised is already dead!

She doesn't know her true life experience at all, so how can she blame you?

"Then mom will stay with you."

Wang Huiping's eyes lit up and she became energetic again.

"Need not."

Song Lingyan decisively refused.

"Mom, if my sister doesn't want you to accompany me, just stop complaining."

Song Lingrui couldn't listen anymore and howled at the top of his lungs: "Are you tired of talking so much? You're not tired, but I'm tired just listening to it."

"You naughty kid, did you ever talk to mom like this?"

Wang Huiping was furious and slapped her again.

Song Lingrui learned the lesson this time, turned around and ran away, covering her head. Before leaving the door, she didn't forget to turn around, twitching her eyelids and making a face at her sister.

Song Lingyan smiled and watched her mother-in-law running out one after another. She breathed a sigh of relief, muted the phone, leaned back, and closed her eyes.

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In the afternoon, the hospital sent a nursing lady to come over and take care of her. She delivered free meals and took good care of her.

Song Lingyan was secretly thankful that her arms and legs were not injured in the car accident. She only had a cut on the back of her head, which required more than a dozen stitches. It was a little ugly to have some of her hair shaved off.

She asked the nursing sister to help and hired a hairdresser from outside to cut her hair short.

When the barber saw that she was a pretty and lovely girl, he felt pity for her and tried his best to design her hair, trimming it very carefully.

Although she couldn't get wet and could only cut her hair dry, the barber still used all kinds of skills, cutting and picking, to give her a clean and neat haircut.

Song Lingyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She sent the barber away and looked at the handsome tomboy in the mirror, feeling dazed for a moment.

It seems like I have returned to my previous life, the days of intensive training in the special forces training camp.

At that time, at the same age as she is now, she joined the military camp with passion and entered the special forces training.

Five-kilometer training, running with weights, shooting, swimming, close combat, skydiving, flying helicopters...

Every skill is tested with nearly perfect scores to join the international counter-terrorism organization and become the top counter-terrorist.

I miss the days of training in the military camp so much.

Although it is already in the past tense, thinking about it still makes my blood boil.

(End of this chapter)