Chapter 2: Transformed into a Little Girl

As the party involved, Song Chengjiao, who came with them, saw that he was being wronged. He stood up and shouted loudly, “Aunt, I didn’t see wrong! Yesterday, my brother and I were collecting firewood at the foot of the mountain. Later, when I went to catch a big frog, I saw Song Liangzuo urinating in the grass on the mountain, and then I saw that he didn’t have a little thing down there. I went over and asked him why he didn’t have one, and when he saw me, he pulled up his pants and ran away!”

While saying this, Song Chengjiao spread his legs to show a piece of flesh inside his open-crotch pants, manipulating it for Wang Chunlan to see.

Wang Chunlan was terrified and didn’t want to look at that thing at all; she continued to harden her resolve to refute him, “Your younger brother Liangzuo definitely didn’t see you. Plus, he’s been weak since childhood. It was probably windy in the mountains, and he was afraid of catching cold, that’s why he hurriedly left.”

Her heart was pounding, making her ears buzz.

“Not true! I didn’t see wrong!” Song Chengjiao was just a four-year-old child who was adamant about not recognizing Aunt.

Seeing her brother wronged, Song Zhaodi clenched the basket of wild amaranth in her hand and angrily shouted back at Song Chengjiao, “You’re talking nonsense! My brother has a little thing!”

“Does not have!”

“Does have!”

“I saw it! He just doesn’t have one!”

“I saw it too! He definitely has one!”

Song Zhaodi was about to turn seven in two months, and Song Chengjiao was four; the two children began to argue like this, their voices innocent and clear.

Bian Xiuqin was not there to watch the two children argue. She yelled at Song Zhaodi, “You, useless child, shut your mouth! Adults are talking; you have no place to interrupt!”

After scolding her, she turned to Wang Chunlan and said, “Wang Chunlan, this matter has to be clarified. If Liangzuo is a boy, we will handle it accordingly. If your family is staging a skit of a useless child turning into a boy, then I will have to call for the second uncle and the village chief to mediate.”

Upon hearing that she was going to call the second uncle and the village chief of the Song family, Wang Chunlan was thoroughly flustered. She was both resentful of her mother-in-law for taking Liangzuo out to cut pigweed yesterday and hoped that her mother-in-law would return quickly to manage the situation. At the same time, she said to Song Zhaodi by her side, “Zhaodi, go find your grandma and little brother.”

Just as Song Zhaodi agreed, she felt her mother’s hand clutching her arm tightly, hurting her.

Song Zhaodi understood her mother’s meaning in her eyes and nodded heavily.

She put down the veggie basket and ran past Song Chengjiao, not forgetting to glare at him fiercely.

Blue sky, white clouds.

In the wilderness.

The sun was a bit blinding, and Song Xiaoxiao instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes.

Hmm? Where did this little paw come from?

Her little hand, besides a bit of unidentifiable fresh green juice, was pretty clean. There wasn’t much flesh on her arm; it looked a bit slender.

As her little hand, under her control, played like a piano in the air, she confirmed that this was indeed her little hand.

When did her hand get this small?

Song Xiaoxiao suddenly sat up, and in her line of sight not far away was an old woman in a dark blue coat with grayish-white hair tied up in a bun, back turned to her, cutting grass.

Beside her, a little girl with a Nezha-style bun was looking at her in surprise.

Where am I?

Who is this person?

What was I just doing?

Oh, she recalled that she came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine. Her father was the director of a traditional Chinese medicine hospital, and her mother was a professor at a Chinese medicine college. Her uncle opened a Chinese medicine clinic, and she had been immersed in traditional Chinese medicine since childhood, choosing a major in it as well. She even finished both her master’s and doctorate in one go, graduating early. Due to her outstanding medical skills, she had joined the city’s traditional Chinese medicine hospital early on and became a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner.

Her mother had brought some free-range chicken and duck eggs for her to deliver to her mentor.

After getting out of the car, while walking down the road, she suddenly sneezed, and then everything in front of her blurred. When she opened her eyes again, this was the scene before her.

“Ah! Grandma, little brother fell down!”

As the voice reached Song Xiaoxiao’s ears, the little girl with the Nezha hairstyle was already running toward her with a terrified expression. Then she saw the old woman, who had just been swinging her sickle to cut grass, turn her head and look over.

Throwing the sickle aside, the old woman hurriedly ran toward her in panic.

“Oh, my dear grandson, I told you not to work and not to work; why didn’t you listen? Now you’ve hurt yourself! Does it hurt? Don’t cry, don’t cry! Grandma will rub it for you. Once grandma cuts enough pigweed, we’ll go back, and I’ll make you some scrambled eggs.”

Song Xiaoxiao wanted to say that she wasn’t crying!

But given the current situation, she didn’t dare to say anything.

“What are you still standing there for? Go get a bowl to fetch some water for your brother!”

The girl with the Nezha hairstyle was scolded, and Song Xiaoxiao noticed she was leaving her line of sight.

Still dazed, she was squeezed under the old woman’s arms, pinned on a stone, and then she felt a large, rough hand covering her head, slowly and gently rubbing her.

The old woman kept cursing the heavens and comforting her.

Before long, the girl with the Nezha hairstyle returned with a bowl of water, and Song Xiaoxiao obediently drank it.

“My dear grandson, how are you? Does anything hurt? Tell grandma, and grandma will rub it for you,” the white-haired old woman looked at her anxiously.

Song Xiaoxiao was afraid of revealing herself, so she dared not say much and just shook her head.

“Then sit here for a while, my dear grandson. We will be going home soon.”

For a moment, Song Xiaoxiao thought the old woman was quite nice and very kind-hearted.

In the next second, she saw the old woman turning furious, yelling at the girl with the Nezha hairstyle, “You lazy thing, your brother is fine, and you still don’t hurry up and cut grass! If you don’t cut enough pigweed today, I’ll feed you to the pigs when we go back!”

The girl with the Nezha hairstyle seemed to be somewhat afraid of the old woman and hurriedly ran away to work.

The old woman’s mood changed so quickly that Song Xiaoxiao was directly stunned.