After becoming a god on earth, I always want to lie down

Tims is a typical British countryside, with ocher-colored masonry exterior walls showing the mottled appearance of time, and two-story steeple houses. Strings of blue-purple delphiniums, various geraniums, and lavender can be seen everywhere along the walls. The lawn is rich and green, and various small creatures live in the garden. Yang Yi often hears the chirping of birds and insects.

Everything seemed quiet and peaceful.

Yang Yi likes this kind of environment. If she retires one day, she might decorate her cabin and yard with this atmosphere in mind.

It has been three days since she came here. On the first day, she was in a coma. On the second day, she lay in bed for a whole day, her mind was in chaos. On the third day, she was woken up by chirping birds, two cute little fat birds. It landed on the windowsill and was pecking at the grains in the plate.

It had been a long time since she had such a wild and leisurely moment. When she woke up from a frightening dream, she saw such a lovely scene. Her stagnant heart suddenly calmed down, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

The two furry little guys pecked the grains for a while, chatted for a while, and suddenly opened their gray-yellow wings and flew away.

Yang Yi felt lost, and his calm mind flew away, and worry and confusion flooded into his heart again.

She shook her head, shook away the disturbing thoughts, and went to the bathroom to take a look at her current appearance.

She was wearing a set of old-fashioned clothes, very simple, black baggy trousers, and a white knitted pullover, which was very wide and looked baggy on her body. This should be Miranda's dress.

My own appearance in the mirror is a little strange, but also a little familiar.

The situation was so urgent at the time that the only reference person she thought of when she was changing was Zhang Ningning. She only had one same-sex friend with whom she had a good relationship. The face in the mirror only looks like 3% of myself and 7% of Zhang Ningning - if the two people's genes are mixed, maybe the person created will look like this.

Zhang Ningning is a delicate and cute little beauty with a round face, round almond eyes, a high nose bridge, and a small cherry mouth. Her face is rich in collagen and her expression is smart. Once you get to know her, you will find that she has a cheerful personality, lively and cunning.

However, Yang Yi's expressions have always been very few, and sometimes even a little dull. These lovely facial features fall on her thin and flat outline, which lacks agility and is a little more inexperienced. She looks better than she originally was. His age is several years younger. She also has an underdeveloped flat figure, which makes her look like an innocent and confused girl.

No wonder Miranda looked at her with motherly love and sympathy. Even Thomas, who was mean and unapproachable, agreed to take her in. This face probably contributed a lot.

As long as others couldn't recognize her from her current appearance, Yang Yi would be satisfied.

Miranda was watering the flowers in the garden, and Yang Yi also wanted to go for a walk. He got out of bed and tried it, but the wound no longer hurt. She removed the gauze and looked at it. She didn't know when the wound had healed, but there was only a shallow scar.

She laughed to herself, wrapped the gauze again, and walked out of the door.

"Friza, why did you come out? Does the wound still hurt?" Miranda looked at her disapprovingly, "You should have a good rest so that the wound can heal faster."

Yes, because of her "amnesia", Miranda also gave her a name - Frieza. She said it means happiness. "Poor girl, you look very sad, so call her Frieza." Well, I hope you can be happy." She said lovingly at that time.

"It's much better now. I think moving will help with recovery." Yang Yi reached out and took the nozzle in her hand.

"Your accent sounds like that of Akkar. Can you remember anything?" Miranda asked. Her gray hair was neatly tied back, her words were soft, and her movements were graceful and soothing. She didn't look like a servant at all.

"I... don't know..." Yang Yi blushed. The old woman had always been kind to her, but she kept lying, feeling more guilty with every word she said.

She lowered her head, not daring to look directly into Miranda's gentle gaze.

She can face the most ferocious and terrifying monsters in the other world without changing her expression, but she dare not look directly at the slightest bit of warmth that others show her.

"Don't worry, child, it's never too late to remember. Sometimes we really don't want to recall some bad past events." Miranda patted her on the back, her brown eyes were full of tolerance, but her words seemed meaningful. Something pointed out.

Yang Yi had some doubts about his so-called "amnesia". Not only Thomas didn't believe it, but even the old woman didn't believe it. She was just polite and unwilling to expose it. Perhaps because he saw her miserable appearance, he thought she had some tragic past that he didn't want to face, so he tolerated the theory that she had "amnesia".

Thinking of this, she felt even more embarrassed and uncomfortable.

But Miranda seemed to be aware of everything and still said gently: "It's just right. When you recover from your injury, you can help me share some work, weeding the garden, watering the flowers, cleaning the house and so on. Thomas Although my husband's temper is a bit... not easy to get close to, he is actually very kind-hearted, so there is no need to be afraid of him. He has no special requirements for food, and sometimes he even forgets to eat and sleep while working, completely immersed in his art world. At this time, Ignore his anger and meanness and forcefully ask him to eat - this disobedient child has already fainted twice due to hypoglycemia!" At this point, Miranda was angry and worried, but her tone was still restrained. Incessant indulgence and pride.

"Mr. Thomas is a painter and sculptor who is well-known in the art world at a young age. He is relatively withdrawn and does not like to interact with others. He is always immersed in the art world and his own thoughts. As long as you do not disturb him. The second floor is his bedroom and studio. You have to be gentle when cleaning up there, otherwise he will be angry again..."

Miranda liked to chatter like any old person. It seemed that Thomas's isolation was suppressing her, and she poured out all the words she had accumulated in daily life on Yang Yi.

Yang Yi listened silently and occasionally responded.

"When Mr. Thomas isn't working, he takes Tims for a walk in the forest every morning after breakfast - and look, now he's back!"

Yang Yi followed Miranda's gaze and saw a thin figure slowly returning from the country road leading to the forest. A golden retriever with brown fur kept running back and forth in front of and behind him.

Entering the garden, Tims ran over and circled around Yang Yi.

Yang Yi has hated dogs since she was a child. When Tims circled her, she only frowned slightly, but when he came close to sniff her, her displeasure increased.

Tims suddenly trembled, as if he was frightened by some ferocious beast, and immediately ran away from her with his tail between his legs, hiding behind Thomas and whimpering.

Miranda looked at Tims in confusion, "Good dog, what's wrong?"

Yang Yi was also a little surprised by its reaction.

Thomas looked at this scene with cold eyes and moved his thin lips: "It seems that this young lady with a mysterious background has some secrets..." He scanned her whole body with X-ray eyes, his eyes were extremely unreasonable, and finally His gaze stayed on the wound between her waist and abdomen, and his eyes moved slightly.

"Now that your injury has healed, it's time to leave." He said in a cold tone.

"Thomas, she has lost her memory and is now homeless. We should help her! And her wounds haven't healed yet. How badly she was injured that day!" Miranda was confused by his sudden change in attitude and spoke quickly.

"Oh - come on, Miranda, we all know this is a lame excuse!" Thomas said impatiently, with mockery in his brown-green eyes, he said without mercy: "As for whether the wound is healed or not, she should do it herself Know."