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"Mom, she's not dead, is she? If she's dead, where can we find such an idiot to work for us?"
The girl's voice was clear and crisp, and she didn't sound sad at all. Instead, she was more concerned about who would be responsible for the housework in the future.
The old man's voice was filled with irritation and disdain. "Die, shit, the cheap ones live the longest. She is really useless. You just pushed her lightly and she just lay on the ground pretending to be dead. Are you trying to show me your disdain? Bah."
"Then why is she still not awake? I'd rather she's dead, so my brother won't..."
"Shut up and stop talking nonsense. What does this have to do with your brother? Keep this to yourself and don't tell anyone. If she hears it, how can this matter be resolved? Listen to my mother. When she wakes up, you must admit your mistake. She loves you the most. As long as you apologize and say a few soft words, she won't do anything to you."
The girl was dissatisfied, "I don't, why should I..."
"She can work for the family and honor me without complaint. Otherwise, you should take care of all the housework in the future and find a way to make money to support me in my old age. You said it yourself, where can we find such an idiot to work for us without her? I, your mother, won't do it anyway, so are you willing to do it? Are you willing to wash clothes in the middle of winter and get chilblains all over your hands?"
The old man made the final decision. The girl was angry and unwilling, but when she saw the frostbite on the woman's hands lying on the ground, she finally compromised with grievance, "Okay, I get it."
There was a noise in their ears as if hundreds of ducks were quacking. The old man and the young listened as if they were afraid that the sleeping person would hear, but they did not seem to stop at all.
Song Nanting had been through a lot of bad things and she suffered from depression, but she had it under control and it had no impact.
But ever since her lover Lu Jianan passed away, her health has been deteriorating. She entered menopause early before she was fifty, and her symptoms became more and more obvious: insomnia and irritability.
Even her old friends in the compound said that her temper had become quite strange and that she was tending to become more irritable.
The most serious incident was when she encountered a young man in the compound pulling a girl outside. She tried to persuade him, but the young man said something unpleasant. She knocked out one of his teeth, causing the young man to avoid her whenever he saw her from then on.
She suffered from insomnia again last night. She struggled for half the night before finally falling asleep. Who dared to disturb her rest?
Is it that Mrs. Zhang and her mother-in-law next door are planning on getting something from someone else?
Not really.
The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it in my head for a moment.
But it was so noisy that she couldn't help but think about it a little more. She was suddenly startled. Why did her voice sound so much like Wei Dani's?
But didn’t that old hag die a long time ago?
Song Nanting wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids seemed to be covered with glue and she couldn't open them.
"Mom, why don't we pour a bucket of water on her face? It's so cold, and she will definitely wake up if we pour a bucket of water on her face."
The old voice remained silent, as if it approved of this approach.
The footsteps went back and forth, and the girl's voice was full of interest, "How about I splash the water?"
"I think it's OK..."
Go fuck your dad.
Song Nanting couldn't bear it any longer, she jumped up with her hands on the ground, and before she even opened her eyes, the slap hit her in the face.
The crisp slap not only stunned the girl standing in front of the bed, but also knocked over the full bucket of water.
It was a freezing cold day, and the water that had just been scooped out of the water tank was extremely cold. It poured into my collar and soaked through my cotton-padded jacket. It felt like a knife cutting my skin, and I couldn't help but shiver all over.
Pan Shiying was stunned for a moment, then started screaming.
"Song Nanting, what are you doing? Are you crazy?"
She started jumping on the spot while screaming, but it was no use. Her only cotton coat was soaked, and she felt like she was immersed in an ice cellar, shivering with cold.
"Song Nanting, I'm not done with you. Why do you treat me like this?"
The piercing scream made Song Nanting's ears buzz, and she became even more irritated. She slapped him again and said irritably, "Shut up."
The screams stopped abruptly, and Pan Shiying covered his face and looked at Song Nanting in horror as if she was a madman.
The world was finally quiet, and Song Nanting breathed a sigh of relief.
The cold air gradually calmed Song Nanting's irritable heart.
Song Nanting opened her eyes and was stunned when she saw the girl, who was about seventeen or eighteen years old, in front of her.
This is Pan Shiying!
How could she see the young version of Pan Shiying again!
"Nanting, what's wrong with you?" The old lady suppressed her anger and forced out her worry, "Nanting, didn't you see clearly? She is Shiying, and she is Shifeng's most beloved sister."
Both the tone and the voice were extremely familiar. After all, she had lived under the control of this voice for the first half of her life.
Thinking about the first half of her life, Song Nanting couldn't help but tremble all over.
When Song Nanting turned her head, she was met with a thin, somewhat mean face that was forcing itself to look worried.
If it really is Wei Dani, didn’t this old hag die a long time ago?
She looked down at her hands, which were covered with calluses and frostbite. She touched her face, and her rough fingers made the skin hurt. But she knew how beautiful this face was without looking in the mirror.
Take a look at the calendar on the wall.
It was the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month in 1974, and the Chinese New Year was only five days away.
She was only twenty-two years old at that time, at the age of youth.
Was she reborn to keep up with the fashion?
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