Xu Weihua and the original owner of this body have completely different personalities.
The original owner was a bookworm who studied traditional Chinese culture and cared about nothing but literature.
Xu Weihua is a sophisticated egoist whose only hobby is making herself comfortable.
After struggling for a while, I gradually accepted the fact that I couldn't go back.
She came in the 1960s, during the Great Famine. Everyone on the street was pale and thin, looking malnourished. Let alone enjoying life, being able to eat three meals a day during that time was considered a privilege for a family.
Traveling was even more inconvenient; you needed a letter of introduction to go anywhere. Food was rationed according to household registration. Without a household registration, there were no designated tickets, so even if you had money, there was nowhere to spend it.
Since there's no going back, and the family is doing alright for now, with a husband who's a decent and successful man and doesn't have any bad habits, an obedient child, and a loving mother-in-law, Xu Weihua hesitated for a while before giving up.
With plenty of food and drink, an ambitious and excellent husband, and children readily available, you don't need to give birth or raise them; someone will even take care of them for you. As a middle-aged woman, haven't you already reached the pinnacle of life?
Most importantly, Su Changqing is a clean and tidy middle-aged man, which is absolutely crucial.
In order to greatly improve her quality of life in the future, she began to slowly change her workaholic and doctor-obsessed husband.
First, gradually brainwash him in daily life, and soon Su Changqing began to focus on his family with great guilt.
I used to rush to work as soon as I got up in the morning, but now I know to have breakfast with my family before leaving home.
One day, Su Changqing woke up late and didn't have time to make breakfast, so he had to run outside and buy soy milk, fried dough sticks, and steamed buns.
That day, Xu Weihua, who was severely lacking in oil and fat, ate two large fried dough sticks in one go.
Seeing that she hadn't touched anything else, Su Changqing asked, "Do you like fried dough sticks?"
Xu Weihua, her cheeks bulging from eating, looked up and nodded. "I like fried dough sticks with soy milk."
From then on, whenever Su Changqing bought breakfast, he would get fried dough sticks and soy milk.
Sometimes when he was resting or passing by the shop, he would specially bring Xu Weihua soy milk and fried dough sticks.
They started having more and more opportunities to chat, and Xu Weihua seemed to be able to understand what he was saying.
Moreover, it will prevent awkward silences caused by a sudden comment about textual criticism or literary interpretation when the atmosphere is harmonious.
His wife seemed to have become more down-to-earth, more talkative and cheerful, and even a little temperamental, but Su Changqing was increasingly enjoying this way of getting along.
He started paying attention to Xu Weihua's favorite foods, learned to buy her gifts and surprise her, learned to dry her hair, and learned to tuck her in. Unless it was something urgent, he would try to go home as early as possible...
Home is no longer just a place to sleep.
Xu Weihua would ask him to pour water and wash fruit while he was studying medical cases, and she would lie on the recliner next to his desk with all sorts of storybooks in her hands, chattering away.
Looking at Su Changqing's thick-rimmed glasses, Xu Weihua would pull him aside and teach him strange eye exercises. Even when he got up in the middle of the night, she would groggily wake him up, saying that she was scared and wanted him to get up to protect her.
They got along harmoniously, each getting what they needed.
Finally, one day, Xu Weihua poured a cup of boiling water onto his most precious medical book. She was startled, thinking he would get angry and scold her, but he didn't. Instead, he took her hand and rinsed her scalded hand with cold water, asking her if it hurt.
He didn't even glance at the book he usually cherished like his lifeblood, the one he wouldn't let anyone touch.
Xu Weihua pointed to the medical books on the desk and said to him, "Take a look quickly, are you sure you're not damaged?"
"What should we do? Didn't you say you paid a huge price to get this from the vice president?"
Seeing that her hand was alright, Su Changqing went to the table to check the medical book. The already yellowed and old pages had all become sticky and bloated from being soaked in the hot water.
Xu Weihua looked at Su Changqing's medical book on resuscitation while carefully apologizing.
Although Su Changqing was very anxious, he did not blame her. He simply said gently, "It's alright, it's alright. You didn't do it on purpose."
"Remember this for the future. Don't put water on your desk anymore."
It was only this time that Xu Weihua realized that she seemed to have over-brainwashed him, and the medical genius Su Changqing was slowly developing into a love-struck persona.
In his spare time, he would take his wife and children out for a spring outing and a walk along the river.
Xu Weihua was delighted by the fragrance of the osmanthus flowers and asked him to help her pick a few branches to put in a vase at home.
He knew she liked osmanthus, so on her birthday he bought her expensive face cream and hand cream, both with her favorite osmanthus scent.
After receiving his salary, he unusually bought several rolls of yarn and pestered Xu Weihua to knit him a scarf, saying that his colleagues all wore towels knitted by their partners.
Xu Weihua was so annoyed that she knitted a rag. She didn't even hide the loose threads properly, and the stitches were uneven, making it look very rough, like an old scarf that had been used for a long time. Su Changqing, however, took it to work at the hospital.
Xu Weihua felt as if her face was burning as she watched Su Changqing proudly showing off the ugly scarf to others, claiming it was the first scarf her wife had ever knitted.
To prevent him from embarrassing himself, she unusually calmed down and knitted a decent scarf, replacing the ugly rag around his neck.
"Wei Hua is really amazing, her knitting is so beautiful."
Hearing Su Changqing's sincere praise, Xu Weihua felt for the first time that spending her life with this man might not be so bad.
Although she doesn't like him yet, they've been together for so many years, so at least she doesn't dislike this way of getting along, right?
Xu Weihua didn't know what her feelings were for Su Changqing, but she always treated him like a best friend, and praised him every day.
The more Xu Weihua praised her, the gentler Su Changqing became and the more patient he was with her.
Xu Weihua praised him for three years, and he went from a chief physician who wielded a scalpel to a private chef who could cook a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.
Unfortunately, her leisurely life did not last. Just as Xu Weihua had subtly trained Su Changqing to become a master, her peaceful life was shattered.
It wasn't that she didn't understand the history of this era; it's just that nothing bad happened in the early and middle periods, and with a powerful figure like Grandpa Su overseeing things, she assumed the Su family was different from the literati who disappeared during the turmoil.
She remembered that during that time, her father-in-law, who never visited, appeared in their courtyard and took Su Jindong away that very day. A few days later, Qingci was also assigned to work in the countryside.
The mother-in-law was so anxious that blisters appeared on her lips. She begged everyone she knew to find a way out for them. Su Changqing packed his bags overnight, but they were still caught and brought back before they could board the train.
later…….
Shaking her head, Xu Weihua gradually came back to her senses, found some scissors, and opened the package.
Looking at the large package of various supplies in front of him, a smile unconsciously crept onto his face.
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