Being beaten up (after revision)
Oh oh oh!
Song Xiaojuan was awakened by the rooster in the yard. She opened her eyes in a daze and looked outside through the paper window. It was just dawn.
Not wanting to get up, he turned over with too much force and his knee hit the yellow earth wall, hiss!
The dust that was shaken off the wall slipped in through the slightly open mouth.
Damn! That's so wicked.
Song Xiaojuan quickly climbed to the edge of the kang and spat several times on the ground.
I feel like I have vomited everything out, but why is there still a fishy smell in my mouth?
Song Xiaojuan shook the floral quilt on her body and looked around the room.
On the uneven earthen floor of the house stood a dark red flip-top cabinet with a mirror placed horizontally on it. Next to the cabinet was a small wooden stool with a white printed washbasin on it.
It’s so simple that even mice would be worried if they came, right?
She felt like regretting it.
If she had known that the price of saving someone would be so high, she would never have reached out that day.
She is a good young woman in the 21st century. In order to save her love rival, she traveled to Northeast China in 1993 and became a girl with a miserable life.
It took Song Xiaojuan two days to recover from this feeling of disparity, but she still found it hard to accept.
Looking at the rough face in the mirror, she doesn't look like a girl in her early twenties at all.
Gurgle~ Gurgle~, she just drank a bowl of porridge last night, and her stomach was already protesting.
But the little rice left at home was used to make porridge last night.
At this time, the house was completely empty-handed, with only eleven dollars and fifty cents left.
She found it in the cabinet yesterday. It must have been the money the original owner had saved for a long time. The money was in a black plastic bag, with ten cents, five cents, and one dollar. In addition, there was a receipt from the post office.
The address on the voucher is Peking University, and the recipient is Zhao Wenhua.
The mail was money, and within two months, he received a reply from Zhao Wenhua, and then the original person jumped into the river and committed suicide.
After Song Xiaojuan came here, she not only used the original body, but also inherited her memories, so she was very familiar with Zhao Wenhua.
A typical story of the farmer and the snake, a real ungrateful person!
But now is not the time to settle the score with him. The most urgent thing is to go to the market to buy rice for dinner. Song Xiaojuan doesn't know if this amount of money is enough.
As soon as I went out, I saw a tractor parked at the entrance of the village, with women sitting on it going to the market.
Song Xiaojuan hesitated for two seconds and decided not to sit down and to walk.
As I got closer, I heard a woman say, "Erdan, hurry up and drive! That girl from the Song family is here, and I don't want to ride in the same car with her."
"You seem to have quite a lot on your plate. Are she and Wenhua really done with each other?"
"How could that be false? How could Wenhua marry her after he got into university? She's been crazy since she was little, and she even pissed her grandma off to death. What a jinx! Hey, did you see the little girl Wenhua brought home? She's so cute."
Dadada... the tractor drove away while they were gossiping.
Leaving behind a cloud of dust.
Song Xiaojuan held back and didn't argue with the gossips. They were right. Her grandmother was indeed angered to death by her.
But what they didn't know was that the reason Zhao Wenhua was able to go to college was because of the opportunity given to him by his original body.
The two have been together since high school.
During the college entrance examination that year, the original body also passed.
But the Zhao family was poor, and the orphan and widow took turns brainwashing the original body, asking her to give up the opportunity to go to school and use the money to support Zhao Wenhua.
She also said that they would get married after Zhao Wenhua graduated.
The original person believed it and secretly gave all the money her grandmother gave her for college to Zhao Wenhua.
When her grandmother found out about this, she had a stroke out of anger. She had no money to send her to the hospital, so the best time for treatment was missed.
The Zhao family mother and son did not feel the slightest bit of guilt, but instead intensified their exploitation of the original body.
The original body's only relative was gone, and Zhao Wenhua became the light that had to be grasped, so he had been working hard all these years.
When Song Xiaojuan arrived at the market, she saw vendors selling eggplants, beans and cucumbers among the bustling crowd.
There was a fruit vendor nearby, and the aroma of watermelon drifted into Song Xiaojuan's nose on the wind.
She swallowed unconsciously. Eating iced watermelon was the most refreshing thing on such a hot day.
I touched the banknotes in my pocket again and thought, I can eat as much as I want when I have more money in the future.
Song Xiaojuan felt that she was very perseverant. She bought half a bag of millet from the grain store and went home without even looking at the delicious fruits on the roadside.
Half a bag of rice didn't look like much, but she couldn't carry it, so she could only drag it home with the straps. She was panting from exhaustion, and sweat was pouring down her face.
Song Xiaojuan said to herself, just take two more steps and I'll be home, just hold on.
"Going to the market?" a proud voice came.
She stopped and looked in the direction of the voice, and it was a familiar face.
It was none other than Zhao Wenhua.
The original person had saved money for four years and finally paid for this guy to graduate, but what he got in return was a breakup letter. The original person had no idea until his death that this bastard had found a new love and even brought her home to show off in public.
She was hungry, thirsty and hot, and just wanted to get home quickly, but unfortunately this scumbag was blocking her way and wouldn't move out of the way.
"I have a few words to say to you."
"explain."
Zhao Wenhua looked at Song Xiaojuan, who was still wearing the same clothes from three years ago, a pair of rubber shoes, and rough hands.
Sweat was still dripping down my body, and I didn't even know how to wipe it off.
He didn't bother to hide his dislike at all: "I have a partner now and we're getting married soon. Don't bother coming to my house anymore, and don't go around telling anyone that we were dating. We were both young back then, and you mistook friendship for love."
Song Xiaojuan looked at the little beast in front of her and suddenly remembered a saying: Gangsters are not scary, but gangsters with culture are scary. Haha, it fits his name quite well.
"Oh, my friend, when are you going to pay me back?"
Zhao Wenhua frowned and said in a very bad tone: "I think you are crazy because of poverty. When you took the money, you didn't ask me to pay it back. Besides, do you have the IOU?"
Song Xiaojuan looked at his smug face and wanted to slap him a few times.
You ruined the girl's life and even her life, and in the end, you just want to move on from it just because of a misunderstanding.
Go ahead and dream your big dream.
"It's okay. If you don't return it, I'll go find your girlfriend. She's a rich lady. Let her see what you're like so she can get away from you in time."
His girlfriend's family is quite wealthy, and it is said that Zhao Wenhua's job was arranged by her father.
These words were boasted by Zhao Wenhua's mother and his original body.
Zhao Wenhua, that bastard, has finally managed to climb up the social ladder. Now is the time for him to gain favor. If she makes a fuss, will his girlfriend still want him?
But Zhao Wenhua sneered, "Do you think she will believe you or me? Forget her. No one in the village believes you. Don't you know your own reputation? Zhao Guomin just got discharged from the army, and you jumped into the river to blackmail him. Don't you think about your status? His status is the same as yours. Only I don't despise you and am willing to be your friend."
When the original body jumped into the river, she was seen by Zhao Guomin who happened to be passing by and was rescued. Zhao Wenhua's mother then began to spread rumors in the village that Song Xiaojuan was having an affair with Zhao Guomin.
Song Xiaojuan held the rice bag so tightly that she had difficulty breathing.
No wonder he was so fearless. It turned out that he not only slandered the original body, but also PUA her.
Song Xiaojuan resisted the urge to kick him: "Are you going to pay me back or not?"
"Do you have the IOU? If you do, I will pay it back. If you talk nonsense without any evidence, you will be held legally responsible." Zhao Wenhua didn't study in vain in these years.
Sadly, Song Xiaojuan had no other evidence except the post office receipt in the spring.
In order to save his face, the original owner neither asked him to write an IOU nor told anyone about this matter. This is simply like a dumb person swallowing bitter herbs and unable to express his grievances.
But Song Xiaojuan's heart was sad but her face was not.
She is the type of person who becomes calmer on the outside the more angry she is inside. People who don't understand her really can't figure her out.
"Zhao Wenhua, have you forgotten that the post office has records? If you dare to act like a rogue, I will go to the police station to report you. I want to see if you can afford to lose face like this." Song Xiaojuan said lightly, looking at Zhao Wenhua with a mocking look.
Zhao Wenhua obviously forgot about this and his face turned pale and then blue.
"Hmph! Just based on a receipt, do you think the police station will take care of your case?" After saying that, he left.
Watching the other person's back as he walks away.
She even wanted to slap the original body a few times. This was not stupid, but foolish! She was definitely in love.
Can you trust men with this kind of stuff? You'd be better off hoping to win the lottery than to expect a man to have a conscience.
In the evening, Song Xiaojuan was making porridge by lighting a fire.
Suddenly, I heard shouting and cursing coming from the door. When I listened carefully, I found that it was her who was being scolded!
"Song Xiaojuan, you slut, get out here! You're always flirting with this guy and that guy, you're shameless! Wenhua saw you were an orphan and was kind enough to help you, but you spread rumors about him everywhere. Now that he's getting married, you're trying to blackmail him for money. Everyone, give me some judgment. How could she do things like that?"
Zhao Wenhua's mother was standing at the door of her house and cursing like this, and people who were watching the fun formed a circle around her.
This was the second time she scolded her like this. The first time it was her original body that was scolded like this.
She was the biggest accomplice in the original person's suicide!
After receiving the letter, the original person went to Zhao Wenhua's mother to ask for an explanation, but was scolded by his mother. In order to protect Zhao Wenhua's reputation.
He also slandered the original person as being immoral, saying that she had sneaked into the sorghum field with someone and even revealed the other person's name.
What Zhao Wenhua's mother said was very convincing. In the countryside, people's words are scary, and the original person's reputation was ruined in an instant.
Her parents are gone, her grandmother is gone too, her only support has abandoned her, how could she bear it?
Song Xiaojuan walked out with a fire stick, glanced at the crowd watching the excitement, and said coldly, "Are you done scolding?"
"What's the matter! You still want to hit people! Are you addicted to blackmailing people? Guomin ignored you, so you started to pester our Wenhua again, right? You're a grown-up girl but you have no shame!" Zhao Wenhua's mother relied on the fact that they were in a group and became more and more excited.
Someone added fuel to the fire: "Juan, stop making trouble. We all live in the same village. If you make such a fuss, how are we going to get along with each other in the future? Who would dare to marry you?"
The girl from the Song family is just a farmer, while Wenhua has a golden rice bowl. If she has any problems in the county town in the future, she can ask Wenhua for help. Will he not help?
Most of the villagers had the same idea, so many of them joined in.
They all treat Song Xiaojuan as a soft persimmon.
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