Alien Energy Now, Chapter 1

The roof that whines and leaks, the wooden bedpan that creaks when you move, and the piece of dirty, greasy, blackened linen that covers her body.

Su Qinghe's first thought upon waking up was that she had been kidnapped.

She remembered that before she passed out, the truck that came straight at her was obviously not an accident, but someone deliberately wanted her dead. She was knocked off the cliff with her car and fell into the sea. Could it be that the killer saw that she was lucky and didn't die, and then simply kidnapped her into the countryside ravine?

However, the strange memories that kept coming up in her head, as well as this small, skinny body that clearly didn't belong to her, reminded her of an even worse fact - she had crossed over.

"Sister, are you feeling better?"

Not waiting for Su Qinghe to finish sorting out the extra memories, a four or five-year-old boy heard the commotion and ran into the room, lying on the side of the bed with a concerned Baba looking at her, his voice soft and sticky, with a hint of nervousness.

The little boy is very thin, cuffs and pants are wavering in the air, eyes red and swollen, face pale, like a small piece of paper blown by the wind to fall.

The little boy's face overlapped with the memories that came out, and Su Qinghe recognized it in a moment. His name is Su Ting Ye, her own brother, and the original owner of this body is also named Su Qing He, only 14 years old.

Their father was drafted into the army four years ago and has not been heard from, mostly died in the sands, while her mother, Qin, with a son and a daughter, has been suffering from illnesses over the years, hanging on to her breath by drinking bitter medicine.

Yesterday, after her mother drank the medicine and fell asleep, she never woke up, Su Qinghe cried and fainted because she couldn't bear the blow, but when she woke up, Su Qinghe was still Su Qinghe, but her soul was completely different.

The fact that she had crossed over was in front of her, so Su Qinghe let out a long breath of resignation, sat up, rubbed Su Ting Ye's furry head and forced a smile on her face, "I'm fine, don't worry about it."

Since fate has been such, self-pity is meaningless, and now is not the time for sentimental memories, but to adapt and survive.

If the extra memories are correct, she now has a pile of messes to clean up.

Su Qinghe put on her cloth shoes, stood up, lifted the curtain, and sure enough, a faint corpse odor came over her.

The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are getting into.

The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you're doing.

The first time I saw her, she was still in her infancy. Qin was struggling to raise a son and a daughter, and she was frugal, but with less men as the pillars, the family could not make ends meet.

Su Qinghe's impression is that Qin is not a gentle and considerate mother, but a dutiful mother.

The family only had two mu of thin fields, and Qin was too sick to go down to the ground until she gave the fields to her second uncle to take care of, and only received a small monthly rent. But even on her death bed, she was doing embroidery to subsidize her family, and her ten fingers were full of needle holes and thick calluses.

Qin was lying there quietly, with a smile at the corner of her mouth and her brow wrinkled, as if relieved.

Su Qinghe has basically finished sorting out the extra memories, but some details are still confusing to remember. For example, she opened the rice jar and was surprised to find a cobweb inside, for example, she rummaged through the cupboard but only found 13 coins.

There were some freshly picked bean leaves on the stove top, a bit of pickled mustard in the altar, and Su Qinghe could see from afar that there was some bacon and dried fish hanging on the beams of the family across the street, while her own family had no meat stock at all, so she was really poor.

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The fact that the body is not a part of the body is not a part of the body. In this day and age, Su Qinghe could have married in another year, but she was still like a child who hadn't grown up, eating and being lazy, sleeping until noon every day, then looking at the mirror and pitying herself, or moving a stool and sitting in front of the door in the sun.

Since Qin's illness, Su Qinghe has not burned a few fires or cooked a few times, so the burden is rightfully placed on her five-year-old brother.