rebirth, romance, space

Chapter 291 296 Sense of Belonging

Looking up at the starry night sky, I reached out to touch the bracelet on my calf. It felt cold to the touch, and the surface was smooth without any decorative patterns.Such a bracelet is more ordinary than ordinary silver jewelry, but it is the only hope placed by the four great hermit clans.Is this planet really unable to stay like that?Is it really because you can't cultivate that you try your best to escape?

Suddenly, I was a little afraid that I would become that kind of person too.And what kind of woman do I want to be?Is beauty directly proportional to wisdom, or is it a peaceful mind to live a good life?I feel that I am a woman who can survive no matter what, whether she is poor or rich, she can stay rational and clear-headed, without complaining, being angry, or being paranoid.

But now, I know that my thinking has changed, and I have become more indifferent, indifferent to Chen Jinghua, indifferent to my son Chen Qin, indifferent to my family, and especially indifferent to myself... I used to think that I was easy to be satisfied, but after I was reborn What he did, in fact, has lost the original simple self.

No matter where I live, I can no longer find a sense of belonging.So, I got scared, afraid that if I couldn't help it, I would destroy the demon core myself; I knew I was wrong, and I shouldn't have been laughing and joking since I was reborn.But no matter how hard I struggle, I can't hide my change.

I looked inside my own life body, and looked at the simple flower with only five white petals and light yellow stamens, which was supported by green flower stems and glowed with white light.Every time I look at such a life body, I am very confused. Do I really have the blood of the ancient flower demon?Obviously such flowers are simple and naive samples that I loved to paint when I was a primary school student in my previous life.

The charming, beautiful, and coquettish that Qin Rong said are really used to describe me?Is she really not nervous?Whether it is the life itself or the current body, it has nothing to do with the dime she described.I squeezed my heart-shaped baby face, and my flat figure that even junior high school students despised, and shook my head, there was nothing comparable to the classic snake demon Wang Zuxian.

Thinking of going to grandma's house tomorrow to summon grandma and the others, I feel even more depressed.The current disputes in my grandmother's village are more severe than what I knew in my previous life. In my previous life, people from the lower village did not allow my grandmother from the upper village to worship in the temple.Now it is a kitchen knife and a hoe.Although I am not afraid that they will confront me, if I want to enter the village temple to worship, I must obtain the consent of everyone in the upper and lower villages.The upper village where my grandmother lives is all the Guo family with the same ancestor. There are some small conflicts in daily life, but they are definitely united.However, the confusion of different surnames and outside households in Xiacun Village cannot be resolved with a little gift or money.

In fact, every village in my hometown enshrines the Bodhisattvas they believe in, and they pay attention to building temples and inviting Bodhisattvas.For example, the newly invited Bodhisattva will cover his eyes with a red cloth washed with grapefruit water, park in front of the temple, open the gate of the temple and celebrate three days before he can be carried into the main hall of the temple.For example, when female relatives come, they are absolutely not allowed to enter the temple to worship, and they are not allowed to get close to the Bodhisattva when they are carried out to have fun with the villagers.For fear of tarnishing the purity of the Bodhisattva.

Although there is a bit of superstitious style, it is more meaningful to share the fun with others, which is definitely different from the indifference of neighbors who don't know each other in the city.From the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, some villages have begun to celebrate their own specific Lantern Festival. No matter if you are familiar with them or not, no matter if you are close or not, as long as you pass by, you will inevitably be entertained with fruit refreshments, meals and drinks.Until the 22nd year, everyone is visiting relatives. Although adults feel sorry for their own shrinkage, for children, no, it should be all unmarried people, it is carnival month.As for whether it is superstition or tradition, the younger generation really doesn't care much.

I remembered that in my previous life as a child, my favorite thing was to go to the temple to grab torches, and at night I followed the Bodhisattva and stumbled with a lot of companions.Sometimes I go to the temple to raise a flag to earn one or two yuan for pocket money. At the end of the day, in addition to earning pocket money, I also earn pockets full of fruit offerings and snacks dedicated to Bodhisattvas. Most of them are candies, biscuits, olives, etc. F.Sometimes the richer people will give a few gold ingots and chocolates. Although they don't like this dark and bitter thing, they will definitely like it when they take it home and share it with their grandparents.

In my previous life, my childhood was really poor.There are no parents around, only elderly grandparents, and I have to take good care of my younger brothers so that they don’t learn to be bad; I don’t have new clothes, new schoolbags, new shoes, and I can’t even afford school breakfast; at that time, I didn’t have anything , too much unhappy, too little happy, but I still grew up steadily.He didn't become a problem boy in the society, he didn't complain about himself, he just grew up obediently as his parents hoped, and finally he was able to be with his parents.

Am I still what my parents want me to be?Is it okay?
(PS: I wrote this chapter after chatting with my cousin. Listening to my cousin talking about her childhood with nostalgia and choked up voice, I am very emotional and a little sad...)
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