"Wang Qianyu, you hurt my sister like this, and you still dare to come to my house?" Zheng Xinwei widened his eyes, picked up the shovel behind the door, and roared at Wang Qianyu who was peeping in the yard as if he was going to hit her.
Wang Qianyu was a bit timid, but she refused to give in. She shouted at the top of her voice: "She followed me like a little tail, and she accidentally fell down the mountain. What does it have to do with me?"
"You took her to the mountain on purpose because you were thinking about Cheng Haoyu and were jealous of his engagement to my sister. You are a teacher in the countryside, but you are so shameless." A girl with bangs and two pigtails walked out of the house, looking at her viciously as if she hated her to the core.
"Brother Haoyu and I are in love with each other. If it weren't for the fact that your grandfather and his grandfather were comrades-in-arms, how could Brother Haoyu marry a fool?" Wang Qianyu said with a gloomy face, rolled up her sleeves, stretched her neck and shouted like a little shrew.
"If you dare to talk about my sister, I will beat you to death." As he spoke, Zheng Xinwei had already swung the shovel in his hand at her.
Wang Qianyu shrank her neck, dodged the shovel with a look of fear, and ran around in circles in the yard, while Zheng Xinwei was relentless and chased her with the shovel in his hand.
"Xinwei, stop it." Zheng Shaochun was wearing a somewhat worn black cotton jacket, holding a pipe in his hand, and standing at the door with a serious face.
"Dad." Zheng Xinwei shouted unwillingly, holding a shovel.
"I can't say anything to you. Put down the shovel immediately." Zheng Shaochun raised his voice.
The Zheng family has always been very strict in discipline, and the children of the Zheng family are relatively well-educated. Even though Zheng Xinwei was unwilling in his heart, he still put down the shovel he was holding high. Wang Qianyu breathed a sigh of relief and took the opportunity to slip away.
"Dad, Xinyi is awake." The joyful voice coming from the house made everyone turn around and go inside.
Zheng Xinyi was awake, but she lay on the warm kang without saying a word, her big black eyes spinning in her pupils, as if she was observing something.
"Cuihua, why do I think there's something wrong with our daughter?" Zheng Shaochun looked worried.
Daughter? Zheng Xinyi's eyes were fixed on Zheng Shaochun and the girl next to him, wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket and with her hair in an old-fashioned style that she had only seen in TV dramas.
What was going on? Zheng Xinyi sat up suddenly, startling the Zheng family. She looked around and saw the kang, which ran from north to south. The interior decoration was very simple. If she remembered correctly, she had heard her grandmother talk about her childhood, and the decoration of the post-1960s era was like this. Could it be that she didn't cry herself to death in the hospital, but was reborn in the 1960s?
Zheng Xinyi rushed out of the house in disbelief. What she saw was a somewhat old bungalow. Outside the bungalow was a small courtyard surrounded by a fence. In the courtyard were two old hens, which were kept in a specially woven cage by Cuihua as precious hens.
Next to the bungalow, there is an extremely simple little hut, which is filled with crops that were collected from the fields but have not been sold yet.
"Is our sister sick again?" Zheng Xinyue whispered in Zheng Xinwei's ear.
"Where is the mirror?" Zheng Xinyi suddenly asked.
"Xinyi, what are you looking for a mirror for?" Cuihua approached her as she said, "It's quite cold outside. Let's go back to the house!"
Zheng Xinyi walked into the room and headed straight for Zheng Xinyue's makeup box. She was completely shocked when she saw the unfamiliar face in the mirror. Although it was still beautiful, how could it be so different from her previous appearance? She pinched the flesh on her face and it hurt. Now, Zheng Xinyi was certain that she had indeed been reborn.
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