Chapter 8 Development Plan

  An old-fashioned foot-powered sewing machine, a pile of brightly colored fabric scraps, a pack of assorted colored beads, a wicker basket of five-colored threads, and a complete set of tools were all laid out before Wang Qifang.

  She stretched out her trembling hands, and Wang Qifang lovingly stroked the old sewing machine. The yellow striped desktop was already somewhat worn, the rotating handle had become smooth due to years of use, and a volume of light yellow thread was still wrapped around the spool. Under the needle was an unfinished sunflower petal fabric pouch.

  When Wang Qifang saw the familiar wooden house, she finally understood why it seemed so familiar to her. It was not somewhere else, but the home where she had lived as a child. This was the house left by her grandfather for them, which was said to have been built for her weak mother's convalescence back then. The selection of the courtyard location, room design and various decorations were all personally supervised by her grandparents, unfortunately, this house did not accompany her mother forever.

  The house was sold by Wang Yi himself, the reason is simple, his mother needs a large sum of money for her hospitalization. They had no savings except for a small amount of company dividends left to their mother by her father, and Chen Shimei had disappeared without a trace. Faced with his frail mother and piles of debt collection notices, 17-year-old Wang Yi reluctantly sold the last property left to them by his grandfather.

  It was also because of this guilt of selling the house that Wang Yi had been deliberately forgetting the old house filled with childhood memories.

  Now seeing this courtyard of his dreams again, Wang Yi couldn't help but burst into tears.

  "Is it you? Is it you who brought these?"

  Sitting sadly on the door frame of a small hut, Wang Yi (also known as Wang Qifang) gently stroked the ancient Buddhist beads on her left wrist, which was the only thing that belonged to her since she opened her eyes. Although she didn't know what it was all about, with the strange things that had been happening continuously over the past few days, Wang Qifang gradually got a clue.

  She could almost be certain that it was this magical Buddha bead that brought her soul to this different world, and then opened up a mysterious space, bringing along the home and old house she had in her previous life.

  As Wang Qifang murmured to herself, the Buddhist beads seemed to respond to her words, suddenly emitting a warm and gentle stream of air that wrapped her slender body tightly. This feeling was very comfortable, just like the warm and fragrant embrace of her mother, Wang Qifang closed her eyes in a daze, as if savoring the feeling of her childhood.

  Mom

  She recalled how she had sold her house, shares in the company and everything valuable at home but still couldn't save her mother's life. At just 17 years old, Wang Yi was helpless as she watched her mother leave, then sent her off alone, afterwards working hard to support herself until that bastard appeared

  How many times, she cried alone in the dark night, desperately missing her mom, missing her grandparents, and missing the warmth of her home. But all the happiness went away with her mom. Now that she felt her mother's hug again, Wang was so happy that she didn't want to open her eyes, fearing that if she opened them, the beautiful dream would wake up.

  But the happy time did not last long, after the Buddha beads emitted a brief soft light, they again emitted dazzling strong light, and the white light column pierced the eyes with pain. Wang Qifang opened her eyes in surprise, only to find that the Buddha beads were like a small white incandescent lamp, emitting a brilliant light as if electrified.

  "What's this? Are you also going to leave me?"

  Wang Qifang was frightened by the changes in front of her, she had only asked the Buddha bead a question, it shouldn't be angry, right? How could this Buddha bead, which had followed her mother for over 40 years and then accompanied her for five years, always being fine, suddenly undergo such a strange transformation?!

  The trembling voice had barely fallen when the white light suddenly disappeared, and the Buddhist beads also turned into tiny dust floating around Wang Qifang.

  "Oh no, don't go, you're really leaving me? Don't!"

  Wang Qifang saw this and hastily stretched out her hands to grab, but in the end she only got a few dust particles, nothing else.

  "Mom, what's going on? Grandfather, didn't you say this was a hundred-year-old Bodhi seed Buddhist rosary, extremely hard and containing spiritual energy, how could it be damaged so easily?"

  According to my grandfather, this Buddhist rosary was obtained from a highly virtuous monk. The rosary itself is not only made of Bodhi seeds that are over 100 years old but also has been blessed by the monk and accompanied him for decades, making it a treasured item.

  Thinking of her loving grandfather, Wang Qifang's tears had not yet dried when new ones began to fall from the corners of her eyes. Too many things had happened in these days, and even with her strong personality, she had felt flustered. Now, the Buddhist beads that had accompanied her like a mother had also disappeared without a trace, leaving Wang Qifang really at a loss, with a feeling as if the whole world had abandoned her.

  The right hand, as if possessed, grasped the left wrist and began to search back and forth, seemingly tracing the beads of a rosary.

  "What's this?"

  Her blurry eyes swept over her wrist, and she suddenly discovered that a pea-sized black mark had appeared on her originally fair wrist. People who didn't know her well would have thought it was a birthmark at first glance.

  "Could it be the mark of the Buddhist rosary?"

  Wang Qifang suddenly stood up as if she had thought of something, carefully depicting the appearance of the broken house in her mind. The scene before her eyes changed, and she returned to the quiet courtyard of the farm. Seeing the familiar broken room, Wang Qifang was exceptionally excited.

  She thought of her conjecture and prepared to verify it again, silently thinking of the hot spring, old house, she returned to the space in an instant, while the small hut, hot spring and warehouse still existed.

  As guessed, Wang Qifang's sadness due to the loss of the Buddhist beads was gone. Although the beads were lost, the mark remained, and that maternal flavor also remained.

  In addition, the space did not disappear, and if she was not mistaken, having lost its physical carrier, this space would be even more hidden and safe, and would continue to follow her. With this magical space and hot spring, Wang Qifang believed that her life in another world would be much easier.

  Thinking about her future life, Wang Qifang suppressed the excitement in her heart, sat alone on the sofa in the small room, curled up her legs, hugged them with both hands, and gently tapped her chin on her knees, starting to make plans for her next days.

  This chapter is a bit thin, so I won't ask for votes today. Tomorrow, I'll strive to make it plumper!