Chapter 110: final (1)
Like a small boat drifting along the breeze, Yan Zhengyan watched as he was rammed into an unknown passage by a violent attack.
When she stopped feeling slightly dizzy, she found that she had returned to the computer desk at home, the big screen of the computer was still full of golden fireworks, celebrating her achievement of "thousand people" Slash" achievement.
Here, back? Or a hallucination before death?
The night was quiet, she enjoyed the relaxation of returning to the mother's body, and fell asleep without dreams.
The next morning, Yan Zhengyan was awakened by the sunlight shining in from the unclosed window sill, his right hand closed his eyes, and he was in a trance, like in a dream.
"Good morning, Yan Yan. Is this your hometown?" Little Jin Zhong suddenly said hello.
Yan Zhengyan turned his head to look at the place where the sound came from—a milky white bedside table made of nano-ceramic, on which was placed a small golden bell, a sleeping misty creature, an emerald green Whips, twinkling stars...and a dim bracelet.
Not a dream.
"Yes, this is my home." Yan Zhengyan was in a complicated mood, with doubts, surprises and sadness in his joy. She was stunned for two seconds, carefully held up the hand rope, and stared in a daze under the golden sunshine.
"It will be fine." There was no emotional fluctuation in the voice, and the timbre was as bright as the first sunrise.
"Who?!" Yan Zhengyan turned around vigilantly, hugged the quilt, and unconsciously clenched the hand rope.
In front of her eyes is a slender woman, with the aura of Zhongtiandi, beautiful and extraordinary, her face is extremely unique, but her temperament makes people feel very familiar, as if she is everywhere.
"Mom?!" Yan Zhengyan looked at the woman and exclaimed. She has no memory before the age of fifteen, she only knows that she is the 360th generation descendant of the ghost-hunting family, and the country has even recognized her identity. But she doesn't even remember all her past experiences or even what her parents looked like.
Living in an empty old house that is said to be dedicated to a family of ghost hunters, fifteen-year-old Yan Zhengyan spent a year of loneliness reading frantically, and then she moved out and returned to Joined the Huaxia First Harmonious Development Committee.
Not long after she lived alone until she was eighteen years old, she was suddenly pulled into the horror game space by bad luck, and she won all the way.
It stands to reason that Yan Zhengyan, who has been over a hundred years old, would not be so surprised. But firstly, she had just escaped death, and secondly, she was indeed seeing her mother for the first time in her memory. Not through face recognition, but an inexplicable intuition.
"Don't worry, take your time." The woman's gentle smile made people feel calm.
Yan Zhengyan also relaxed, she carefully put the hand rope back on the bedside table, then turned over and got out of bed, ready to have a good chat with her "first meeting" mother, at least figure out some puzzles.
A few minutes later, Yan Zhengyan, who quickly finished washing up, met her mother in the living room. The two sat opposite each other, although the body was soft, but because of restraint, Yan Zhengyan always felt uncomfortable no matter how the posture was.