She looked down and saw that her gray cloth trousers were dangling empty. Her body was indeed very thin. Then she looked at her hands.
Although he is skinny, the skin on the back of his hands is fair, his fingers are slender and his nails are red.
Except for some brown and black dirt between the nails, these are very healthy and beautiful hands.
[That's right, if you don't come, the clone will have braids in a short time.]
"..." Su Qiao was speechless.
So this time she is possessing the body of a clone that is about to die of illness?
"Okay, I'd better sort out my memory first."
Su Qiao, who turned around to enter the door, stopped.
Looking at the tattered Small Wooden House in front of him, the corner of his mouth twitched. "Xiaosi, am I reincarnated into a five-guarantee household?"
The door panel hung precariously on the door frame, as if it was about to die at any moment;
The wooden windows were made of plastic film with several holes poked in them. When the wind blew, the ghost screamed, and the whole house tilted to one side by almost 20 degrees.
Wouldn't he fall down and crush her to death while she was sleeping?
444 gloated and covered his mouth and laughed: [Don't worry, it won't collapse for a while, and it can still be used for a few days.]
All right.
Gotta accept reality.
The mentally strong Su Qiao put aside his entanglements and walked into the room.
"What does this smell like?"
The strong medicinal smell combined with the musty and sour smell made Su Qiao cover her mouth and turn around and run away.
After arriving in the yard, she opened her mouth wide and took several breaths of fresh air before she felt better.
"How long has the clone been sick in bed?" How long has it been since you cleaned up?
[I have been feeling dizzy for about ten days. During this time, I only got up to get some food and boiled herbs several times to drink.]
"She doesn't have any relatives?"
Su Qiao asked while looking around.
Small Wooden House is in disrepair and looks like it has been abandoned for a long time. It is simply surrounded by a wooden fence. The yard is pretty well kept and there are no weeds.
There are two vegetable fields on the left and right. It must have been watered for a long time. The vegetables are all yellow and almost dead.
On one side of the corridor of Small Wooden House, there is an open-air small kitchen separated by stones and adobe bricks.
On top of the earth stove is a large black sand bowl, and under the stove is a pile of brown-black herbal residues, which also exudes an unpleasant medicinal smell.
[No, she is an orphan.]
All right.
He is an orphan, so it makes sense for him to be like this.
Shrugging helplessly, Su Qiao, who was mentally prepared, entered the room again.
The light in the room is a bit dark, relying entirely on the light coming in from the window.
Su Qiao looked around and found no lights or switches.
Apparently, the house was shabbier than she had imagined.
"Forget it, I'd better find a place in the yard to bask in the sun and clear my memory."
Standing in the yard, Su Qiao looked up at the mountains in the distance, feeling a little better. "But the scenery here is pretty good, and the air is fresh."
[Haha, the nearest town is about ten miles away, how can the air not be fresh?]
[It takes about ten minutes to walk from the small village at the foot of the mountain. There are mountains and trees in all directions. How can the scenery be good?]
For those who didn't know, they thought this little girl was practicing in seclusion on this mountain.
444 muttered in his heart.
Su Qiao didn't take it seriously. "What's the point? Where I lived before, I couldn't see a house for dozens of miles. I lived in a cave. Didn't I live there for ten years?"
444 was choked.
[As long as you like the host.]
What else can it say?
What its host likes most is to go deep into the mountains and old forests.
She probably wants to let her live here.