Summer is scorching, and the sunlight filters down through the gaps in the trees.

Song WanYue held a dogtail grass in her hand, listlessly sitting on a stone under a big tree.

In his past life, he was a special agent. On his way back from a mission, the plane crashed. Wearing headphones and listening to music, he calmly accepted the last moment of his life. Unexpectedly, he opened his eyes again and was reborn as an eight-year-old farm boy.

A foraging hare hopped over, and when it sensed someone was there, it suddenly stopped and looked at Song Wan Yue warily.

"Hi!"

Song Wan Yue smiled and waved.

The hare suddenly turned its head and darted to one side.

Song Wan Yue still smiled at it.

The running hare unexpectedly shot upward, it struggled desperately with its limbs, wanting to escape this helplessness, but once again uncontrollably flew towards the nearest big tree. With a bang, it stopped struggling and thudded to the ground.

Song Wan Yue calmly got up, twirling the dogtail grass in her hand and walked to the hare. She kicked it with her foot and nodded in satisfaction.

After that, the smile on her face disappeared, and she cried out in alarm, "Second Brother! Second Brother!"

While searching for a bird's nest nearby, Song Shen heard the cry and rushed over like lightning, "Don't be afraid, Yue'er, your older brother is here!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she found herself charging towards Song Wan Yue. Instinctively, she shielded herself behind her, her eyes darting nervously around the surroundings.

"Second brother, look!"

Song WanYue poked her head out and pointed at the large wild rabbit on the ground.

Song Shen followed the finger and saw the unconscious rabbit. He was stunned for a moment before quickly returning his gaze, examining it urgently. “Is there any injury?”

"It wasn't me who killed it, it died from hitting itself."

Song Shen was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the dead hare, then back at Song Wan Yue, incredulously asked, "It, it hit itself to death?"

"Yes, it dashed over here and then crashed into a tree."

Song Shen, ……

Stepping forward, he picked up the wild rabbit. Looking at its size, it was enormous, almost reaching his back of the head. "Yue'er, let's go home. I'll stew this rabbit and make a nourishing meal for you."

The moon rabbit recently fell seriously ill and almost died. Although she's better now, she's lost a lot of weight. Stewing this rabbit will be enough to eat for several days.

"This rabbit weighs three or four jin, its fur is complete, and it can be sold for a good price."

The Song family had many members. The eldest son, Song Lao Da, often went up the mountain to hunt. He would sell the game he caught in the county town for a living.

Hearing Song WanYue's words, Song Shen felt heartbroken. He reached back and took her hand, walking towards where he had just been looking for the bird's nest. There was a basket on the ground.

He came to the mountains today under the pretense of gathering firewood, bringing Song Wan Yue with him. He was thinking of collecting a few bird eggs and taking them back to supplement Yue'er's diet.

"We have plenty of money at home, we don't lack this little bit, let me make up for you first."

Song Shensong let go of Song Wanyue's hand, bent down to put the hare into the basket, and lifted it onto his back. "Let's go home."

"Help! Help! Quickly save my grandfather!"

As soon as the two people stepped out of the mountains, they heard a cry for help. People who were working in the fields stopped their work and ran towards the riverbank upon hearing the sound.

Song Shen was curious and pulled Song Wan Yue to follow him. As soon as they reached the riverbank, they saw several strong villagers hauling a person up. A young servant boy of about ten years old rushed over and cried out, "Master, Master, wake up, please wake up!"

The person was placed on the ground, eyes closed, and despite being shaken by the servant, there was no reaction whatsoever.

"Is he dead?"

"Well, it seems so! He's fine. How could he have fallen into the water?"

"You wouldn't know, but they say this old man is a simpleton. Maybe he thought the river was fun and jumped in himself?"

……

A crowd buzzed with discussion. One villager who had been helping to pull people out of the water knelt down and placed his hand under the man's nose. He felt no breath and sighed, "He's dead!"

"You're lying, our grandpa isn't dead! Our grandpa isn't dead!"

The little maid shouted frantically at the villagers.

The villager sighed again and stood up.

"Grandpa, Grandpa..."

The maidservant's mournful cry reached his ears, and Song Shen also let out a sigh. "It's Gu Caizhu's son. He's always been treated as a slave child. This time..."

He hadn't finished speaking when he saw Song Wan Yue push through the crowd and walk quickly toward the person on the ground. He was taken aback, then followed after her, "Yue'er!"

Song Wanyue had already knelt on the ground, holding the person's forehead with her left arm and his nose with her left hand, raising his jaw with her right hand to perform artificial respiration.

Seeing someone actually kiss a dead person, the onlookers were all stunned, their eyes wide with shock. At that moment, they all had the same thought:

This Song family kid is crazy!

Song Shen also saw it clearly, his feet stumbled, and with a thud, he knelt on the ground.

The maidservant was also frightened by Song Wan Yue, and for a moment she didn't react. She stood there dumbfounded, staring blankly.

After finishing her breathing exercises, Song Wan Yue pulled the clothes of the person on the ground and began to give him a massage.

The little maidservant only then reacted, rushing to stop him, "What are you..."

"If you don't want him dead, then shut up!"

The maidservant's hand stopped halfway.

Song Shen only felt darkness before his eyes. His limbs went numb, he wanted to speak, but couldn't utter a single word. Yue'er had actually kissed a dead person in broad daylight! If this got out, what would happen afterward...

The riverbank was eerily silent. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Song WanYue, watching with pity.

How can a good child be said to be insane? When people are out of anger, how can they still be saved?

"Moon..."

Song Shenzhi let out a choked, tearful voice and scrambled over with his hands and feet trying to stop it.

"Ahem..."

With a cough, the person on the ground spat out some saliva.

Song Shen knelt on the ground with both hands, hitting his head hard. He didn't even care about the pain, raising his head to look at the person on the ground in disbelief.

"Grandpa, you're awake!"

Accompanied by the ecstatic cries of the maidservant, the stunned crowd also came to their senses and erupted in an uproar.

"Alive! I'm really alive!"

"This Song family maid is truly amazing, she actually managed to bring the dead back to life!"

……

Song Wan Yue collapsed to the ground, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. After several heavy gasps, she spoke to the maidservant, "Bring down his clothes and change him into clean ones."

The little servant readily replied without any hesitation, and in front of everyone, took off her master's clothes and put on his own clothes. She then helped him up and asked, "Master, how do you feel?"

The old man lying on the ground let out a sob and cried out, "Little Fourth, am I going to die? Am I going to die?" My father bought me apricots yesterday and I haven't even eaten them yet!

People,……