The sky was gloomy and the dead leaves on the trees fluttered down.

“Bang!”

Yao Qiyue pressed the tip of her tongue against her left cheek, which had been hit, with an expressionless face.

She tilted her head to the side and saw the gray red brick house out of the corner of her eye.

Yao Qiyue raised her eyebrows and slapped him back without changing her expression.

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of slaps made the crowd watching in the yard silent and gasp.

Lin Wanru covered her face in disbelief, her voice shrill and resounding through the sky.

"Yao Qiyue, are you crazy?"

The pain on her face was so vivid, reminding her that she had just been beaten.

The onlookers in the yard broke the silence, pointing at Yao Qiyue and filled with indignation.

"I shouldn't have let Jiang Ye marry her in the first place. He didn't even have time to study as a university student, only to marry such a vicious person."

"Oh my, this is really a sin! Not only did he hit the child, he also hit his junior sister!"

…

The onlookers were all wearing gray-blue clothes and had various braids.

"Yao Qiyue, how can you be so vicious? You can't argue with me and you hit me. Look at how you beat Xiaobao. There's not a single spot on his body that's bad."

"Now you dare to hit me, I will fight you."

The woman watching hurriedly stopped Lin Wanru and softly comforted her, "Don't move forward with your small body. I think you should persuade Jiang Ye to divorce her as soon as possible."

"She's a dominatrix who dares to attack anyone."

"What a waste for Jiang Ye to marry such a wife. You are his junior sister. Please ask him to go back and study hard so that he can escape from the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible."

Yao Qiyue's heart was in turmoil at the moment, but her face remained calm.

Everything reminded her that something was wrong.

She carefully looked at the environment she was in.

There is a new wall in the yard.

The low wall was made of bare earthen bricks, and there were newly painted red slogans on the wall, like the style of the 1960s and 1970s.

"Yao Qiyue, did you listen to us? Can you please respect others? It's true that people without parents' guidance are uneducated.

Look at Xiaobao's body, all bruised and blue from the beatings you gave him."

"He's only two years old. How could you have the heart to do such a harsh thing to him? You're not worthy of being a mother. If my senior brother hadn't married you out of gratitude, you would never have gotten married in your life."

"I advise you to let my brother go and divorce him as soon as possible. He still has a bright future."

Yao Qiuyue was holding a firewood stick in her hand, with black marks on one end from being burned.

Did she just beat her child with a stick?

She looked at the person who had spoken and the shivering child behind her.

The person in front of Yao Qiyue looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with short hair and a green military uniform, which looked more like the fashionable outfit of the sixties and seventies.

She has a round face and delicate features, but her eyes are extremely beautiful, like a clear spring.

Yao Qiyue touched her chin and thought that her round face was probably caused by her fan.

"Who are you? Do you live by the sea?"

"There are quite a few students in the class, so how come you are his junior sister? Can a junior sister come to his house?"

"You're not asking me to divorce you because you're worried about my husband, are you?"

After saying that, the old lady watching quickly let go of Lin Wanru and returned to her position eating watermelon.

Yao Qiyue suspected that she had traveled through time, but this did not affect her performance. She had a life attitude of returning the favor if others respected her an inch.

When the girl heard the question, her face turned extremely ugly, as if she felt that Yao Qiyue had embarrassed her in public.

There were beautiful pearls in her eyes, about to fall.

From time to time, she looked up into the house with a look of grievance, her face full of expectation, but unfortunately no one came out of the house.

The girl shouted with a trembling voice:

"Yao Qiyue, what nonsense are you talking about? Jiang Ye and I are both Mr. Lu's students. I can't stand you treating him and the child like that. What's wrong with that?"

"Don't distort the pure relationship between us as senior and junior brothers and sisters!"

There was a flash of impatience in Yao Qiyue's eyes. She was a small boss in modern times, running a thriving cake shop.

Unexpectedly, the fire in the supermarket next door affected the cake shop, and Yao Qiyue was unfortunately killed.

When I opened my eyes again, I was slapped for no apparent reason.

She thought about it carefully and realized that she really didn't know the girl in front of her.

She frowned and asked coldly:

"So? You slap me, then make my husband divorce me, and then go with you?"

The girl said nothing, and the two stood face to face in the middle of the yard in a stalemate, while the onlookers in the yard started talking at once.

"Yao Qiyue, stop pretending."

"Comrade Lin has come to the Jiang family to ask Jiang Ye to go back to school at least eight times, if not ten times. How could you not know the relationship between them?"

"I think you're just selfish. You're afraid Jiang Ye will go back to study and leave you behind."

"that is……"

…

Hearing this, the girl seemed to have found a support. She protected the beaten child behind her with a determined look on her face. She looked at Yao Qiyue with undisguised disgust.

After a moment, he said in an annoyed tone:

"You are a woman who can only kill pigs. You don't understand my ambition at all."

"Because of your selfishness, you have ruined my senior brother's future."

"Now you're locking him up at home and not letting him interact with us. You're a wicked person."

Yao Qiyue's tone was a little nonchalant: "Oh!"

Lin Wanru punched cotton and her face turned the color of liver.

Yao Qiyue was certain that she was not in her original era, she might have traveled to the 1960s or 1970s.

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