There seemed to be many voices echoing in her ears, making Zhou Xiaoyun's head ache. She tried hard to open her eyes, but couldn't no matter how hard she tried.

  Stop arguing!

  She shouted, but only opened her mouth, without making a sound, and her throat was burning like fire.

  At this time, a big hand lifted her head and fed her a few mouthfuls of water. She swallowed involuntarily and was put down again, with the quilt covering her nose.

  Next to them were two people talking: "Dai's fever is really severe, it's been two days and he still hasn't recovered, let's get Dr. Feng to come home and take a look."

  "Alright, I'll go now."

  Dad! Mom!

  That voice sounds familiar, it's Dad and Mom's voice, but also somewhat strange, as if they've become much younger. Wait a minute...

  Big sister! Isn't this her nickname? Before she went to school, she was always called Big Sister, and at the age of eight when she started first grade, she took the name Zhou Xiaoyun. Has she really gone back to being six years old?

  Zhou Xiaoyun was somewhat dazed, but couldn't muster up the energy to think, and could only drift off to sleep in a daze.

  She didn't know how long she had slept, but she felt someone wiping her sweat, someone feeding her medicine, and later even gave her an injection in the buttocks.

  She finally opened her eyes.

  Zhou Xiaoyun stared blankly at the roof. Since childhood, every household had a thatched cottage, and it wasn't until she was ten years old that her family built a tile-roofed house. When she turned eighteen, her family managed to build a two-story small building in a piecemeal manner.

  As far as the eye can see are thatched roofs, low roofs. There aren't even electric lights, a kerosene lamp is lit on the table.

  At this time, Zhou Xiaoyun vaguely remembered that when she was seven years old, electricity had just been introduced to the village.

  Zhou Xiaoyun slowly sat up from bed, looking around at the childhood home that had long since faded into memory.

  At home, except for the kitchen and toilet, there are only three rooms in the main house. The middle room is equivalent to a living room, with a long eight immortal table and several chairs. In the east room lived my father and mother, my sister was less than two years old at that time, and she still slept with them.

  She and her brother Zhou Dongliang and younger brother Zhou Xiaobao lived in this western room. The small room, after removing two beds, had little space left. By the door was a small, crooked desk, where her brother did his homework.

  Zhou Xiaoyun was sleeping on the small bed by the window when she heard children's laughter coming from outside. Before long, her brother Zhou Dongliang burst in, shouting "Big sister, you're awake!"

  Looking at the mini version of Zhou Zhiliang in front of him, a cotton-padded jacket, a pair of cloth pants, and a pair of cloth shoes with two small holes on his feet. His face was covered with mud stains, his hair was short, and there was still some snot under his nose. He carelessly wiped it off with his sleeve. As a result, he didn't wipe it clean, and some of the snot was smeared onto his cheeks.

  "Da Bao," this was her childhood nickname, it wasn't until she grew up that these names were gradually no longer called. Her name "Da Ya" was still being used until she was 15 or 16 years old. "I'm so hungry!"

  "Mom, Da Yu is awake and says he's hungry!"

  Dabao is only 9 years old, three years older than Zhou Xiaoyun, and is now in first grade.

  It's summer vacation now, I've been playing outside all day and my stomach is growling with hunger. But my sister is sick and everyone at home is busy running around, no one has called me to eat yet. Just then, I see my sister waking up, I'm overjoyed, thinking that finally I can have something to eat.

  Jian saw the treasure go out, Zhou Xiaoyun tried to get out of bed, put on a pair of cloth shoes that were much smaller than before, feeling a bit better. It's just that her head was a bit dizzy and her stomach was growling with hunger.

  Zhou Xiaoyun remembered that she had always been in good health when she was a child, unlike her younger brother Xiaobao who was often ill. The only serious episode was when she had a high fever at the age of six and recovered after three days.

  She actually returned to when she was six years old.

  There was only one dressing mirror in the house, and she couldn't see her current appearance clearly.

  Stretched out his hand to take a look, thin and small hands, looked down at the legs, two slender little bamboo-like legs. The clothes on her body were a bit big, the top was dragged to her thighs, and the pants were also rolled up, which should be Zhou Xiaoxia's clothes from her uncle's family.

  Just as Zhou Xiaoyun was sizing herself up, her mother Zhao Yuzhen walked in.

  Zhao Yuzhen saw Zhou Xiaoyun standing stupidly by the bed and pulled her over: "Da Ya, are you feeling better?"

  Zhou Xiaoyun looked at her young mother and suddenly felt like she was in a dream. She replied casually, "I'm fine, mom."

  At that time, Zhao Yuzhen was just over thirty years old. Although she was a rural woman, she had a few good looks. It was quite different from the wrinkles on her face when she was over fifty.

  "Go eat."

  Zhao Yuzhen dragged Zhou Xiaoyun, who was still in a daze, to go have dinner.

  Arrived at the kitchen, the lights were still on, and the small dinner table was already filled with family members. Father Zhou Guoqiang was only thirty-four years old, in his prime.

  Dabao was so hungry that he had already secretly stuffed a mouthful of biscuits into his mouth.

  Little brother Xiaobao is only one year younger than himself, five years old this year, physically weak and sickly, with a relatively short stature.

  Sister's big name is Zhou Xiaoyue, but at this time she must be called her milk name Er Ya.

  Thinking of the nicknames her siblings were called, Zhou Xiaoyun secretly smiled to herself. It's hard for a primary school graduate father to come up with good-sounding names. Her brother's name, Zhou Zhiliang, was even given by their deceased grandfather.

  Dinner was simple, just a few pieces of salted vegetables, a few pieces of baked flatbread, and a large pot of corn porridge. That was the family's dinner. Zhou Xiaoyun secretly glanced at Dabao, who could eat one and a half of these flatbreads in one sitting. His appetite had always been good, no matter what he ate, he would finish it all before saying anything.

  Xiao Bao's appetite was small and he only ate half a bowl of porridge and a few bites of crackers before stopping.

  Er Ya had just weaned off and couldn't speak clearly yet. In her rice bowl, it was obviously not porridge, but a steamed egg with some noodles added.

  Zhou Xiaoyun wasn't used to eating such a dinner either, and she forced down a few mouthfuls, drank some porridge, and stopped using her chopsticks when her stomach was no longer growling.

  The laughter of Dabao on the dinner table, the shouting of Xiaobao, the crying of Erya, the scolding of Zhoufu, and the persuasion of Zhoumu, are like a symphony. The feeling that has not been experienced for many years is spreading over Zhou Xiaoyun's body, Ah, family ties are thicker than water! At this moment, the dim lights and low house cannot resist that warmth.