With a sudden feeling of weightlessness, Liao Qingmei woke up from her sleep suddenly.

There was the sound of banging and scolding in the ears, as if it was far and near, Liao Qingmei held her head, her head was dizzy, she couldn't think at all, she only felt that she was soaked in water, wet and uncomfortable.

When I touched it, I realized that the underwear on my body was all soaked with sweat, full of bone-chilling coldness, and I subconsciously shrank into the hot quilt and pressed the quilt on my neck tightly.

She seemed to be sick, and very sick.

After squinting for a while, Liao Qingmei wanted to sleep for a while, but her body had already subconsciously begun to act, and the day's work at home was waiting for her to do, and if she didn't get up, she would be beaten and scolded by her mother-in-law again.

Thinking of the big broom tied with bamboo sticks rushing to her body without a head or a brain, Liao Qingmei's whole body hurt.

Since marrying into the Fang family for so many years, drinking and scolding has been commonplace, and there is something unsatisfactory when it comes to it, and he is beaten...... It's just ordinary.

"Ouch, my little ancestor, hurry back to the bed and lie down, you still want to die!" Liao's mother Yao Juxiang pushed the door in, and saw Liao Qingmei, who was standing barefoot in her underwear, staggering in the middle of the room, and was startled, and hurriedly pushed her back to the bed, stuffed her into the quilt, touched the quilt, and quickly turned around to open the cabinet to get dry clothes and dry sheets.

Liao Qingmei's head is still very dizzy, but her eyes are clear, she stupidly looked at Liao's mother, who was full of green silk, babbling to open the cabinet for her to find clothes, her half-length hair was neatly combed to the back of her head and tied up with a rubber band, she was dressed neatly but neatly, and her hands and feet were neat and tidy, not like a sixty-year-old old lady.

"Mom......" Liao Qingmei thought she was dreaming, and shouted with a sweet smile, but suddenly woke up, everything in front of her, where it seemed to be a dream, it was clearly Liao's mother in her youth.

She was obviously in the Fang family, thousands of miles away, and she didn't dare to stop taking care of housework every day, how could she return home in a dream, and she also saw her mother, who was dozens of years younger.

The room is not big, a double-layer iron frame bed at the door, an old vertical wardrobe with a three-door embedded large mirror against the wall, the style that has long been eliminated, but now it is the fashionable look, in front of the window is her desk, with textbooks, paper and pens spread at will, the desk is the old furniture that Liao's father picked up and took home, and it was an equally old and unmatched table leg, Liao Qingmei has always been very disgusted, but when she saw it again at this time, her eyes were full of nostalgia.

The cement on the ground, you can still see the rough particles, the cement floor eats ash, you have to sprinkle water before cleaning every time, the watermark on the ground has not dried, it should be Liao's mother got up early to clean.

All this in front of me is clearly what Jingbei's family looks like in memory, the peony quilt on the bed is still Liao's mother's dowry, and she has been covered with this quilt after Liao's father and Liao's mother were picked up in Jingbei from their hometown.

"You dead girl, you still know that I am your mother!" Liao's mother came out of the cabinet to find clothes, and wanted to beat people with hatred, but seeing her daughter's weak and pale appearance, her heart hurt so much that she couldn't do it, and finally only slapped her palm on the shoulder and sighed heavily.

"Qingmei, Fang Zhicheng is married, don't think about him anymore, listen to your father, study hard, ah~"

Liao's mother is sad these days, her daughter and a rural soldier look at each other, rural soldiers are rural soldiers, their family is not a big family, the young man looks good and has a good mental character, other Liao's mother has no requirements, just be good to her girl.

But he never expected that there was still a doll in the countryside, and Fang Zhicheng didn't want to get married, but his family didn't agree! The old man in the family was looking for a place to live and sent three telegrams in a row.

It's just a pity that this stupid girl in her family has Fang Zhicheng in her eyes, Fang Zhicheng just walked on her front foot, and she fell ill on her back foot.

After listening to Liao's mother's words, Liao Qingmei bowed her head and was silent, but her heart was full of shock, she really went back to when she was twenty years old?

After changing into dry clothes, Liao Qingmei leaned on the wall and went out of the house, the house was still very simple as before, seeing her come out, Liao's mother brought the hot rice porridge on the stove, and thought that she would have to coax Liao Qingmei to eat, but she didn't expect Liao Qingmei to see the rice porridge like a wolf seeing meat.

After gobbling up the rice soup and eating a boiled egg, Liao Qingmei finally eased up, and people were not as vain as they were just now.

Seeing that she was willing to eat, Liao's mother was very happy, touched her forehead, and found that it was not so hot, so she was relieved, and when she saw that the time was not early, she went out with her bag and coat, "Yo, it's too late, Mom went to work first, there are sweet potatoes on the stove, if you are hungry, eat it." ”

When Liao's mother left, Liao Qingmei sat alone in the hall for a long time, touching the old furniture at home, and it took a long time to confirm that she was really in her own home, not in the dilapidated building of the Fang family.

Thinking of Fang Zhicheng, who was getting married in the countryside in Liao's mother's mouth, Liao Qingmei suddenly remembered what made her haunted her for a lifetime.

Stumbled back to his own room, opened the cabinet, at this time the wardrobe was mostly placed on the shelves, the clothes were folded full, most of them were old clothes that were reluctant to throw away, and they dug in, and finally took out a half-old tin biscuit box.

Liao Qingmei carefully uncovered it, which were two letters written by Fang Zhicheng to her, as well as the plum watch that Fang Zhicheng gave her when he was eighteen years old, and the red printed silk scarf he gave her before he went home this time.

As a result, he never returned, obviously to talk about their marriage, but married another woman.

Now Fang Zhicheng is estimated to have married Fang Qinglan and started drinking, and she will also fail in the college entrance examination in July next year, and finally went to study nurse through a relationship, and then Fang Zhicheng was injured on the battlefield and divorced Fang Zhilan two years after being discharged from the army, and then she finally married Fang Zhicheng and became Fang Zhuangzhuang's stepmother......

This tin box was taken to Fang's house by her, because it was a memory shared by her and Fang Zhicheng, but what was the result?

The two unsigned letters were turned out by Fang Zhuangzhuang and handed over to his grandmother, and then Fang's mother took these two letters as evidence, and always wronged her for not abiding by women's morals and stealing people!

She loves Fang Zhicheng, otherwise she would not have chosen to marry him when he was most depressed, raised his son for his parents, and later provided for his younger brothers and sisters, although she envisioned a more stepchild in married life, but she was full of confidence at that time, thinking that love can overcome everything, but she never knew that love would one day be worn out by the rubbing of firewood, rice, oil and salt and her mother-in-law's stepson.

When Fang Zhicheng became indifferent and strange, she was still unaware.

Fang's mother has always blamed her, blamed her for hooking her son's mind, causing him to be injured on the battlefield, and divorced her favorite daughter-in-law, what if she married Fang Zhicheng, in Fang's mother's heart, she is the culprit, the sinner who caused his son's family to break up, everything she did was her due, and she owed them Fang's family.

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These two letters were later snatched away and burned by Fang Zhicheng, and when she fainted because she was slandered by Fang's mother in front of a room full of guests, Fang Zhicheng finally stood up, but did not explain anything, just snatched the so-called "evidence" in Fang's mother's hand, and after confirming the rumors that she "stole people", she threw the letter into the stove.

Along with their feelings, it was burned.

There was a time when Liao Qingmei didn't understand Fang Zhicheng's behavior very much, why she let his mother pour dirty water on the heads of the two, and refused to stand up, saying that the letter was written by him.

Liao Qingmei can't figure out this question until now, but she doesn't want to understand it anymore.

Watching the letters turn into ashes one by one in the tongue of fire, Liao Qingmei's heart felt a little relieved inexplicably.

She originally planned to take out the watch and silk scarf to use when the two got married, and they were very well collected, but at that time, she never expected that Fang Zhicheng would marry her again.

Since he doesn't plan to intersect with Fang Zhicheng again in this life, there is no need to stay with these things.

You have to go to the post office to send a package, everyone in the compound knows what she and Fang Zhicheng have dealt with, and they all know that Fang Zhicheng has returned to her hometown to get married, and she doesn't want people to have the impression that Fang Zhicheng is heartbroken as soon as she gets married, Liao Qingmei cleaned herself up very carefully, washed her face and wiped the incense, and combed her hair before going out.

Fang Zhicheng's hometown address is familiar to her, after all, she has lived there for decades, packing and filling in the address, watching the things being collected by the teller, and handing her the voucher, Liao Qingmei's heart suddenly relaxed, and after being too relaxed, it seemed a little empty and unreal.

Is that really the end there? Really, isn't it a dream?

In the early eighties, although the small county town has been reformed and opened up, the changes here are not too big, the streets are lined with low houses, there are few private shops at all, two-story buildings are very rare, and the tallest building in the county is the bell tower in the middle of the main road.

No matter where you are, you can see at a glance that this is a landmark building in Jingbei County, and it is also the place where she and Fang Zhicheng fell in love.

Fang Zhicheng once said here that in this life, she will not marry.

However, whether it is in the past life or in this life, everything has long been wrong, and the oath she said seems to be still in her ears, but now she can't remember Fang Zhicheng's swearing, and her memory is only a middle-aged man with a rickety, silent and decadent back.

Liao Qingmei stood under the bell tower for a long time before turning around and going home.