Xiao Weiguo walked out of the bar, his fingers just touching the door handle of his luxury car. A suffocating pain suddenly shot through his back. A sharp knife had plunged into his heart from behind.
With difficulty, I turned around and was met with a face filled with hatred.
"Xiao Jian!"
He let out a soft cry.
It was his younger brother, Xiao Jian. He had waited for this moment for more than 20 years.
I'm free...
Xiao Weiguo's face showed a relieved expression, then he collapsed to the ground, and the whole world was plunged into darkness.
......
When he woke up again, it was just getting light. Looking around, he realized he was lying in a cornfield.
My body was covered in bruises, and my head was throbbing with pain, like it was about to explode.
This scene was so familiar that Xiao Weiguo remembered it. Wasn't this the scene from thirty-eight years ago when he lost all his money gambling, tried to cheat, and was beaten up and left in the wilderness?
Have I been reborn?
Xiao Weiguo slapped his head hard. This wasn't a dream; it was real. He had truly been reborn.
It is the summer of 1986.
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he jumped up from the ground and ran home like the wind.
In my past life, today was the day my younger sister, Xiao Shanshan, got married.
From that day on, my sister jumped into a pit of fire. She married the village chief's nephew, a fool who couldn't even count to three.
That fool doesn't understand anything. Because she can't have children, her in-laws beat and scold her, and she's never had a good day.
Not long after, Xiao Shanshan could no longer bear it and hanged herself.
All of this was caused by Xiao Weiguo, who ruined his sister's life for a dowry of two hundred yuan.
What's most infuriating is that he threw all two hundred yuan on the card table last night.
As Xiao Weiguo ran, he slapped himself in the face. Just how much of a bastard was he in his past life?
He thanked God for giving him another chance; in this life, he would never let his sister repeat the same mistake.
He pushed open the courtyard gate and returned to his dilapidated home.
Inside the three mud houses, apart from a kang (heated brick bed) and a few tattered quilts, there was almost no decent furniture.
Four years after his parents passed away, Xiao Weiguo sold almost everything that could be sold.
Xiao Shanshan, the younger sister, was wearing a faded old dress covered in patches; this was her wedding gown for the day.
In the corner were a pair of eight-year-old twins, a boy and a girl named Xiao Jiang and Xiao Yue.
Upon seeing Xiao Weiguo enter, she seemed somewhat fearful and shrank back, her eyes filled with unease.
Xiao Shanshan sat blankly on the edge of the earthen bed, her face expressionless. She didn't even move when Xiao Weiguo entered the room.
"Shanshan..."
Xiao Weiguo hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.
His sister's gaze was icy, sending shivers down his spine. How utterly desperate must a person be for their eyes to become so lifeless?
"Lost it all again?"
Xiao Shanshan had already guessed the answer from his disheveled appearance.
"hehe."
Her cold laugh made Xiao Weiguo lower his head in embarrassment.
A commotion of voices came from outside the door; the wedding procession must have arrived.
Xiao Shanshan stood up, walked around Xiao Weiguo, and headed towards the door.
This family and this brother have utterly disappointed her. Even knowing that a pit of fire lies ahead, she has no choice but to jump in.
Xiao Weiguo turned around and grabbed one of her arms.
"Shanshan, I'm not getting married!"
"If you don't marry, what will you eat? Can you support Xiao Jiang and Xiao Yue?"
Xiao Shanshan screamed hysterically, two lines of tears sliding down her delicate cheeks.
She jerked her arm around, trying to break free from Xiao Weiguo's grasp.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Weiguo didn't give her a chance at all, and very firmly pulled her back and made her sit on the earthen bed.
"I'll take care of everything! In this life, I will never let you suffer again."
After saying that, without letting Xiao Shanshan say anything more, he turned around and walked out, closing the door behind him.
The wedding procession entered amidst laughter and chatter, led by none other than the village chief, Xiao Changsuo.
As the groom's uncle and a relative of the bride, he naturally became the person in charge today.
Seeing Xiao Weiguo standing in the courtyard, Xiao Changsuo took out a box of Hongtashan cigarettes and approached him with a smile.
"Wei Guo, have a smoke. Where's the bride?"
The wedding procession behind them also joined in the commotion.
"Yes, where's the bride? Come out and greet us!"
Xiao Weiguo gave Xiao Changsuo a cold look and waved his hand away from his cigarette.
"Grandpa, my sister isn't getting married."
According to seniority, Xiao Weiguo should call Xiao Changsuo "Uncle," while people in northern China call him "Grandpa."
Xiao Changsuo's hand, which was offering a cigarette, froze in mid-air. He asked in disbelief, "What? What did you say?"
Xiao Weiguo looked him straight in the eye and said, word by word, "I said, my sister is not getting married. This marriage is canceled. Do you understand?"
His words reached everyone's ears, and after a moment of silence, a wave of anger quickly overwhelmed him.
"You son of a bitch, what did you say?"
"Are you kidding us? Believe me or not, I'll break your legs right now."
......
The wedding party consisted entirely of burly young men from the groom's side, and they all rushed forward to deal with Xiao Weiguo.
Xiao Changsuo raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet; his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
"Wei Guo, what do you mean by that? You've accepted the betrothal gifts, set the date, and now the bride's family is coming to fetch her. How can you do things like this?"
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