Little One Tears the Villain’s Script

Where I Came From (3)

She suddenly felt that she was a stranger, different from other children.

To seek approval, Jiang Xiaoman decided to call Yu Qingshi to ask.

“Hello, my little friend Yu Qingshi.” This was the first time she came to someone else for help, so her tone was hesitant. “I have something to ask you.”

Yu Qingshi was still the same Yu Qingshi, a dull gourd who won’t speak unless he had to, so he just held the phone in his hand and neither said nor hung up.

Jiang Xiaoman kept talking by herself. “Where did you come from?”

“What?” Yu Qingshi didn’t understand.

He was forced to speak again.

Jiang Xiaoman thought he hadn’t heard her clearly, and repeated it, “Where did you come from?”

“I, I…” Yu Qingshi was taken aback and found that he didn’t even understand the question.

“I don’t know either.” After thinking about it for a while, he said honestly, “I never asked this question before. I will tell you when I find out later.”

“So that’s it.” He didn’t know either.

Jiang Xiaoman held the phone and said mysteriously, “I know where you came from.”

“Where did I come from?”

“You were picked up from the trash can. There are many trash cans in your city, and there are also a lot of children.”

“…” Yu Qingshi was so angry that he hung up the phone.

He decided not to talk to Jiang Xiaoman again for a while. That girl had something wrong in her head.

But Yu Qingshi was also still unconvinced.

He decided to ask his father, “Dad, where did I come from?”

Yu Wencheng, who was eating breakfast, coughed hard.

Was his son finally normal? He could even ask such questions. Was he yet just like other kids?

Yu Wencheng endured his excitement and said as solemnly and seriously as he could, “You will understand when you grow up…”

“…” Yu Qingshi turned around and left.

His son finally took the initiative to communicate with him for the first time. Yu Wencheng thought hard for a long time. That night, he told Yu Qingshi the story of Nuwa’s creation of humans⁴.

After Yu Qingshi finished listening to it, he immediately ran to show off to Jiang Xiaoman and dialed her phone.

“I know now where I came from.”

“Ah? Really? You are so smart.” Jiang Xiaoman asked him with bright eyes, “So where did you come from?”

“Maybe Nuwa molded me from the earth. Haven’t you heard the story of Nuwa’s creation of humanity?”

Yu Qingshi looked down on her and told her the story his father told him.

Jiang Xiaoman was silent for a long time.

Yu Qingshi thought she believed it and was just about to hang up when Jiang Xiaoman said, “So that’s how it is.”

She finally understood, “No wonder I am a little smarter than you; because I was dug up from the earth.”

“…” What is this mess?

Yu Qingshi was so angry that he hung up the phone again.

He decided that he would never talk to Jiang Xiaoman again.

Jiang Xiaoman was convinced by this version and felt that she had been dug out from the earth and sculpted personally by the gods.

She was happy, but the system didn’t feel right.

Although the host was a little stupid, it wasn’t its loss. But it was a system, and it had a strong sense of science.

The system reminded her, “Host, the story of Nuwa’s creation of humans is not real. They are all just legends, passed down by word of mouth. They’re not real, just like the story of the Mama Tiger.”

“The story of Mama Tiger is fake, but Nuwa’s creation of mankind might be real.” Jiang Xiaoman said.

“Why?”

“If Nuwa hadn’t created humans first, where would the people who made up the story of the Mama Tiger come from?”

“……”

Host, you are so unique and smart!

Why did this kind of question have the same logic as the chicken or the egg?

4. legend says that the Goddess Nuwa made humans from yellow clay.

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