Lin Ying seems to have had a nightmare!

In her dream, she is no longer the modern father scumbag, and her mother is divorced and lives with her.

She was born in 1952 to a father who was a worker and a mother who was a housewife, and the family of nine lived with their grandparents.

She didn't remember a lot of memories before the age of eight, the girl only knew that her family was poor, she couldn't eat enough, and she had to distribute the food to a large group of relatives who had fled the famine, and she ate rotten vegetables and leaves every day, and she hated these relatives who came from outside to rob her of her rations...... Later, she grew up slowly, and they came here with more than a dozen educated youths from the city, and those educated youths were much better looking than the young men in the village......

Then came the source of the tragedy of her life, she fell in love with the male intellectual, and the half-pushed and half-old one drilled the cornfield with the intellectual...... She was pregnant, but the educated youth returned to the city...... My father was taken away and never returned...... She was scolded...... Her father died, no one cared for her anymore, and her mother and siblings hated her...... She took that child and was married to an old widower who was more than 20 years older than her and had no children, was beaten and scolded every day, and gave birth to five more children...... Her only thought was to hope for the old man's death, and then enjoy the blessings of a few children...... But in the end, the old man died, and she took care of the children one by one to serve the younger ones, and when she was old, she couldn't move, and was disgusted by the children and kicked out of the house...... Helpless, she hanged herself from a tree with a crooked neck...... Then she went back to when she was eight years old......

"You live for me, I've had enough of these days. After discovering that she was reborn, the poor woman, who was not even willing to try, poured her decades of miserable fate into her mind, "I only ask you to avenge me......

Lin Ying was awakened by this nightmare, and his forehead and clothes were instantly soaked in cold sweat.

Is this the miserable life of her current body? It's just horrible.

Lin Ying was only awake for a moment, and then fell asleep in a daze.

I vaguely heard someone shouting: "Second brother, come and see, she woke up, oops, it's so annoying, why did she sleep again......"

......

When Lin Ying woke up again, it was already dawn, and she was awakened by hunger.

The morning sun shone into the room through a thin layer of curtains, and the light and shadow made her a little dazed for a while, and she didn't know where she was for a while.

"Are you awake?" a little girl of about ten years old walked over with a bowl of fragrant porridge.

As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Ying's stomach began to scream again, she pursed her lips, looked at the little girl in front of her, and asked tentatively, "This porridge is for me?"

A shy smile appeared at the corner of Li Jia's mouth: "This is what Xiao Feng left for you, hurry up and eat! You fainted yesterday, and Xiao Feng brought you home." If you didn't go home all night, your family must be in a hurry, so go back quickly after eating porridge...... By the way, Xiao Feng said that you had a headache yesterday and forgot where your home was?

Lin Ying thought to herself, what kind of headache, obviously let that kid beat him.

She touched her head, but she didn't feel it anymore, not even half of the scar. She was now hungry, and her body couldn't feel anything else, so she sat at the table, looked at the bowl of wild vegetable porridge, didn't hesitate at all, didn't dislike it, and drank a bowl of porridge into her stomach in a few bites.

Her stomach immediately felt much more comfortable, she looked at the girl with the bowl, and asked a little embarrassedly: "Sister, bring me some water, I'm thirsty." ”

Call a little girl sister, she didn't blush at all, she was only eight years old now, and this girl was a year or two older than her.

In fact, she didn't have enough to eat, but the memory of last night made her understand that in the late fifties where she is now, the family is not having a good time. It's just that the place where she lives is the northeast of the motherland, where the land is vast and sparsely populated, and the famine is not serious.

Just like the wild vegetable porridge she drank just now, it should be chopped with her mother-in-law and put it in cornmeal porridge, and the porridge boiled out has thick vegetable leaves in it, and a little salt is added to taste, which is not particularly unpleasant for her when she is hungry.

She now has a memory, she is embarrassed to eat at someone else's house, she can go home and eat again, now drink some water first!

Li Jia took the bowl in her hand and poured her half a bowl of cold water, "Here, you can drink it, this water was just made in the morning." ”

Lin Ying drank water and saw that Li Jia had already gone to the kang to clean up the house, and she sat on a stool and looked at the house.

To be honest, she has also seen poor people in rural areas, but no matter how poor ordinary people are, even if it is a thatched house, there are always two rooms. One is for people and one is for the kitchen.

But this is really the first time she has seen a house in this pattern.

There is only one room, which is both a bedroom and a kitchen. Opposite the window is a large kang with two large wooden boxes on the top of the kang, and under the kang head is the kang hole where the fire is burned. There is a bundle of firewood neatly placed next to the kang cave. In this pattern, when the weather is cold and the fire needs to be burned, the house just wants to be clean but can't be clean.

In one corner was an old cupboard with piles of miscellaneous items, and under the window lay an old-fashioned table and a few wooden stools with an old-fashioned table clock.

On the wall above the table hangs a portrait of a great man, and next to it is a small photograph of a young couple with a little boy about a hundred days old sitting on the lap of the woman.

Li Jia climbed onto the kang, tidied up the few tattered clothes thrown on the kang, and stacked several quilts with patches neatly on the cabinet at the tip of the kang.

As soon as I turned around, I saw Lin Ying looking at the photo in a daze.

"Is this Li Yifeng?" asked Lin Ying, pointing to the photo.

Li Jia shook his head, was silent for a while, and said: "This is my father and my mother, this child is a family photo taken by my eldest brother when he was a hundred days old!" and added, "My eldest brother went to school, his name is Li Yizhuo, and he is good at studying." ”

Probably not too happy to mention this, she asked Lin Ying: "Where is your home?

Lin Ying blinked, "Is it okay?" I don't know where it is, it's behind the textile factory anyway. Do you know where the textile mill is?"

The poor woman of the original owner, who would rather be lost than start over, has cheapened her.

It's just that her memory is a little confusing, maybe the memory of her childhood is too long, or it may be that her life has been too miserable for decades, so that she has forgotten the good and bad things when she was a child, and only a few fragments of her father's love for her and some things that are more important to her are left in her memory.

However, the events of the past few days may have received the memories of the original owner before he was reborn, and Lin Ying still remembers most of them clearly.