The improved female villains regained their memories.

The vocabulary remains difficult to understand, and the melody remains beautiful.

Gradually, she felt less sad.

She thought that perhaps her grandmother was right, there was nothing wrong with dogs.

She values ​​loyalty.

I've always liked it.

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The people of the fox tribe are all obsessed with appearances.

If you are good-looking, everyone from elders to your peers will treat you differently. Conversely, if you are not good-looking, then congratulations, you will know what it means to be cold and indifferent to human relationships and the fickleness of the world.

She was not good-looking from a young age, so she learned about the coldness of human relationships and the fickleness of the world from an early age.

The teacher in the fox tribe didn't like her, her classmates bullied her, and apart from her grandmother, she couldn't find anyone else who cared about her or loved her.

Once, the husband took his group of children on a picnic. When they were rushing back, a sudden downpour caused them to forget about her.

The rain poured down, the stream rose, and she stood under the tree picking fruit, crying loudly.

The rain drowned out her cries, mingling with her tears, echoing throughout the mountains and forests, but no one heard her voice.

"Xiaoxiao, don't cry, Grandma is here."

A familiar voice rang out, and she looked up to see her grandmother standing in front of her.

The rain kept falling. On the way back, she lay on her grandmother's back, closed her eyes, and listened to her grandmother sing lullabies.

It still features obscure and difficult-to-understand lyrics, but a beautiful melody.

Raindrops pattered on the leaves, making the whole world seem to dance.

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She probably got caught in a downpour, because she fell ill the next day.

At first it was just a cough, but eventually it turned into a fever, vomiting, and dizziness that made it impossible for her to eat anything, not even her favorite fish soup.

She felt as if she had been in her grandmother's arms for a very, very long time.

She sensed her grandmother's anxiety because the family's possessions were dwindling; her grandmother had sold many things, ultimately exchanging them for bitter Chinese medicine.

She dared not waste any time and never complained from beginning to end.

Grandma hugged her tenderly: "Xiaoxiao, tell me if you have any bitterness."

"Grandma, I'm not suffering," she whispered. "I want to listen to music."

So Grandma started singing again.

The folk song lingered in the bamboo house, and she listened to it in a daze, etching the warmth of that moment into her heart.

Something flows through my heart and leaves its mark.

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As she grew older, she gradually learned to pick fruit.

On her grandmother's birthday, she used the fruits she had saved up for a long time to go to the human village and buy a bronze mirror as a birthday gift for her grandmother.

Grandma was very happy, hugged her and kissed her for a long time.

“Little Xiao has grown up, that’s wonderful.” Grandma smiled, her eyes narrowing. “And she’s getting prettier and prettier, just like your mother.”

She chuckled, looking a little embarrassed.

She knew she wasn't actually pretty, and her grandmother was just trying to comfort her.

But she still wanted to ask, "Grandma, what kind of person was Mother?"

Grandma smiled, then hugged her and told her about her mother:

"Your mother is a..."

She talked for a very long time.

Later, she only remembered her mother.

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When her grandmother lay in bed and called her Xiaolan for the tenth time instead of Xiaoxiao, she knew that her grandmother didn't remember her.

She no longer remembered who Xiaoxiao was, the fish soup, or the songs. Every day, lying in bed, her cloudy eyes would watch over the girl, reminding her to be careful over and over again.

"Xiao Lan, don't go with that man. He will ruin you."

Although they still have cognition and can remember the time, they feel like strangers to people.

Confused memories ultimately lead to confused concerns.

Seeing her grandmother like this made her feel extremely sad.

If only she had fruit.

If she had plenty of fruit, she could buy clothes for her grandmother, add two more quilts for her, and buy some materials to repair the house so that her grandmother could live more comfortably.

She didn't blame her grandmother for not remembering Xiaoxiao; she just hoped that her grandmother could feel a little better.

However, the fruit is too difficult to collect unless a miracle occurs.

Later, a miracle really happened.

On a rainy night, the man appeared and brought a miracle to the girl with a wave of his hand.

Yes, that was a miracle.

That was her miracle.

When she brought back so many fruits, her grandmother was startled and kept grabbing her hands, asking, "Xiao Lan, did that man give them to you? He's lying to you, he'll hurt you, he'll make you sad, don't believe him."

"Grandma, I'm not Xiaolan, but the fruit was indeed given to me by a male immortal."

"Xiaolan, don't believe him. That man will only bring you harm and make you sad."

She dismissed it as her grandmother talking nonsense and comforted her so she could go to sleep.

She looked at the fruit and thought happily.

We can buy clothes now, we can get new blankets, and we can repair the house.

Most importantly, she could make her grandmother feel a little better.

"Thank you, my benefactor. I will repay you in the future," she thought silently to herself.

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Unfortunately, everything was lost later.

There were no clothes, no blankets, and the house was not repaired.

The remaining fruit was only enough for some daily expenses.

Grandma coughed badly at night and kept calling out Xiaolan's name. Whenever this happened, Xiaolan would come to Grandma's side and hold her hand.

She didn't want to kill anyone.

I don't want to harm my people, and I don't want to break the rules.

She never wanted to.

All she wanted was revenge and to vent her anger.

She is just that extreme.

She knew that those fruits were a gift from her benefactor.

She understood even more clearly that she was a dog, a dog that wagged its tail and begged for food from people.

But dogs also have their dignity.

You can insult her, but you can't make her life unbearable.

When you can't survive, you panic.

A cornered dog will bite.

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Grandma eventually died.

Before he died, he didn't get to enjoy new clothes, new blankets, or a repaired house.

On the day her grandmother died, she held her grandmother's hand and knelt by the bedside.

She coaxed her grandmother, just as her grandmother used to coax her, by singing lullabies.

Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, the boat rocks all the way to Grandma's bridge.

Hello Grandma, hello Grandma, Grandma smiles at me.

Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, the boat rocks all the way to Grandma's bridge.

Hello Grandma, hello Grandma, Grandma smiles at me.

Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, the boat rocks all the way to Grandma's bridge.

Grandma said, "Good baby, Grandma will give me a piece of cake."

Rock-a-bye, rock-a-bye, the boat rocks all the way to Grandma's bridge.

Grandma said, "Good baby, Grandma will give me a piece of cake."

So the words are so simple, she thought.

She's too young, so she finds it complicated.

Tiny, tiny, so humble, so insignificant.

and so--

With a thud, the gray tail stood upright, and the girl knelt before the grave, saying nothing.

A head lay before the tomb.

That was the head of the bullying girl who had previously surrounded her.