Chapter 223: Lost Memories

Ling Jue raised an eyebrow. "So what?"

"You can't get in," he said proudly. "It's surrounded by metal nets. You can't get in at all."

"Is that so? Alright then." Ling Jue nodded, turned around, and walked into the house.

"Hey, hey, hey, Ling Jue, if you don't listen to me, something bad will happen to you. I know you can get in there!"

"Hey! Boss! Grandpa Jue!" He shouted for a long time, but Ling Jue had already walked in, ignoring him.

Niu Tingxiong rolled his eyes a few times, then chuckled. He would not go to herd the cows tomorrow morning. He would just wait for him here.

He had to follow his boss to see the so-called monster.

Everyone in the village said that it was terrifying. He had been curious about it for a long time.

Today, he finally found a place to enter the back of the mountain. He had to go and take a look.

With that thought in mind, he went home happily.

When Ling Jue came back, her grandmother was still asleep. She picked up the sprinkler and watered the flowers.

At that moment, she saw two trees deep in the courtyard. They had been planted for more than fifty years, and there was a small swing hanging on them.

She was a little dazed. She put down the shower in her hand and walked over.

There was a rusty iron plate hanging on the iron chain. The old tree had been worn down to the point that its bark had fallen off. It was now growing together with the iron chain.

"You're back?" Just as Ling Jue was lost in her thoughts, a voice came from behind her.

She turned her head and looked at her grandmother, who was already up.

The old woman walked over with a slightly tired face. "These two trees were planted when your grandfather and I were married."

"At that time, he said that he would make them into small swings for his grandchildren when they grow up." She touched the iron chain with her hands, but she did not seem to notice the rust. Her voice sounded distant. "Later, when your mother and your uncle were ten years old, they were already strong enough to be made into swings. The last time you were here, you liked to sit here the most."

Ling Jue took out a tissue and wiped her hands.

"Let's go. Grandma will cook for you." She smiled, patted Ling Jue on the shoulder, and turned to leave for the kitchen.

"Lord Jue..." Tang Yuan wanted to say something but stopped itself. It mumbled, "I told you, a slap would be enough. Why are you hesitating?"

Ling Jue wiped the iron board with a tissue, then placed a few pieces of paper on top of it. She sat on it and shook it.

Outside was a familiar scene. It was a small river filled with aquatic plants.

There were also fish jumping out of the river and sucking on it. The sky was dark, as if it was going to rain.

In this kind of weather and scene, everyone who experienced it would feel depressed.

Ling Jue's mind, however, had always been filled with painful memories. She only felt pain all over her body.

"You should never have been born!"

"You're a son of a b*tch!"

"You deserve to die! Why don't you just die!"

"..."

Ling Jue's memory is full of that woman's heart-wrenching words.

Her face was as usual. All of this, Tang Yuan could not feel. Only she could experience it.

It was as if she were reading someone else's story, and it had nothing to do with her.

She saw the way Ling Jue was beaten up by that woman in her memory.

No wonder she was autistic. No wonder she had low self-esteem. No wonder she was depressed...

"Xiao Jue, it's time to eat!" At that moment, she heard her grandmother's voice and it woke her up.

She stood up, patted the dust off her body, and walked into the house.

"Lord Jue, do you want to consider Tang Yuan's suggestion?" Tang Yuan squatted on her shoulder. Why did it feel that Lord Jue was so strange at that moment?