How pitiful.
Song Shuyao didn't feel too upset when she thought about this. After all, she had already known this in her heart. The only thing that was unexpected was that she died suddenly and traveled to the 1960s. She had no way of predicting such strange things, so it was not her fault that she did not make proper arrangements for her funeral. She just hoped that her body would not rot when someone found it. Dying too ugly did not seem to fit the beauty she had been like since she was a child. But this was not something she could worry about. After all, she was already in the 1960s.
Jiang's mother didn't know that Song Shuyao had thought so much in such a short period of time. When she heard that the pain was gone, her worries eased a little. She put the chopsticks in her hand and let her eat noodles. There was a bedside table next to the bed, so she could eat noodles while sitting on the bed, which was very convenient.
Song Shuyao took the chopsticks and looked at the large bowl of noodles, which were thin noodles with pork and fried eggs. She remembered that although the Jiang family was not as financially constrained as others, they did not eat these thin noodles often. It was not because they were reluctant to spend money, but because food was rationed in those days. Adults with urban household registration were entitled to 30 kilograms of food per month. For workers, the amount varied according to their jobs, but it was not too different, fluctuating around 30 kilograms.
And these 30 kilograms of food are not all fine grains, but a mixture of coarse grains and fine grains. During the 1960s, there was a month when all the food was coarse grains such as sweet potatoes. Now it is 1962. Although the disaster has passed, we have not recovered yet. The amount of fine grains we can receive every month is still very little. We basically eat coarse grains mixed with fine grains at home. Even when relatives come to visit, we have such conditions. Being able to prepare such a large bowl of fine noodles is enough to show how important Jiang Shuyao is at home and in Jiang's mother's heart. The sons-in-law and grandchildren who come to visit with their own rations still eat coarse grains mixed with fine grains.
Song Shuyao, who had never been loved like this by her elders, was even more confused about what expression to put on. She could only ask, "Have you eaten yet?"
Mother Jiang was very happy to see that her little girl cared about her first because she hadn't eaten herself. She had given birth to so many children, and only her little girl would care about whether she had eaten. No wonder she favored her.
"Mom will watch you eat, and if you eat, I'll go out to eat."
Hearing this, Song Shuyao said, "I can't eat so much either. Go get another bowl and I'll share half with you." She couldn't say the word "mom" yet, so she could only fool him.
When Jiang's mother heard this, her eyes became even more loving. "Mom has some delicious food in the pot. You're weak because your fever just subsided. You should eat something good. Eat more. Don't worry about me."
After saying this, she was worried that the little girl would insist on sharing the noodles with her, so she didn't stay long and asked her to leave the bowl after she finished eating, and she would collect it later.
Song Shuyao paused as she watched Jiang's mother's slightly touched expression before she left. She felt as if she had misunderstood something. She truly couldn't finish such a large bowl of noodles. Were bowls these days the same size as small basins? She searched the original owner's memories, but to no avail. Seeing this, Song Shuyao put it aside and picked up the noodles to eat. They tasted surprisingly good.
What surprised her the most was that she ate the entire bowl of noodles without feeling full?
After a pause, Song Shuyao realized that the original owner's stomach was different from her own, a cat's. It was also because of the lack of food and drink in those days, and the lack of oil and water. Didn't everyone have to eat more to feel full? Of course, this large bowl was still a bit beyond the original owner's usual appetite, probably because she had eaten less for the previous two meals due to illness.
Song Shuyao stopped thinking about it. After finishing her meal, she looked at the empty bowl in front of her and listened to the noisy and bustling sounds outside. Finally, her eyes fell on this small room. She couldn't help but sigh. Was she really going to become like Jiang Shuyao? Putting aside the engagement, just this house, this independent little room that was envied by all the girls in the family building, was not even as big as the bathroom in her villa bedroom. Could she really live like this for years?
"Alas~" I suddenly miss my own villa. What should I do? I used to go out and live in the villa less often, but now I can't live there even if I want to. Song Shuyao felt a little depressed. Just when she was worried about herself, the scene in front of her suddenly changed...
This is her villa bedroom, which has two floors. The decoration style is a blend of Chinese and Western styles. The most notable feature is probably the lush vegetation on the outside and the minimalist decoration of the rooms inside. There is a large open kitchen on the first floor. The living room is connected to the kitchen. One wall is also a floor-to-ceiling glass window, which faces the swimming pool. Outside the swimming pool are tall trees, which block the view from outside.
The second floor was her private territory, rarely bringing anyone up. Each room was decorated differently: a study, a darkroom for developing photos, a studio, etc. The villa also had a small wine cellar, which contained some of her own wine collection, as well as wines she had bought while traveling or had been given as gifts, both expensive and cheap.
There is a garden in the backyard of the villa with a grape rack. After she had wandered enough and was ready to settle down, an area here was cleared to grow some seasonal vegetables. There were only a few varieties, and it was also a place to kill time.
At this moment, Song Shuyao was standing in the bedroom of the villa, feeling a little dazed. Was she back?
Song Shuyao stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass window. She suddenly pulled open the curtains with force. At that moment, sunlight shone in, and tiny dust particles flew in the light. The familiar green trees were still in sight, but she could not see further. The land of the villa that did not belong to her was covered with white mist, as if separating it into two worlds.
She had some guesses in her mind and walked downstairs step by step. When she was about to walk out of her villa and touch the white mist, an invisible force blocked her way and she could not get out.
If I guessed correctly... Song Shuyao thought of Jiang Shuyao's small room in 1962, silently muttering to herself to leave. In a blink of an eye, the scene had indeed changed again, and she was back in 1962. No, strictly speaking, perhaps she had always been in 1962, and the villa was just her space, not a return to the 21st century.
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