He Chunxia was woken up by pain, his body seemed to be crushed, and it hurt everywhere.

She remembered that she was still in the tutor's office, studying a new batch of newly unearthed cultural relics, inquired a lot of information, and finally found the historical origin of the cultural relics, from the perspective of fineness and building technology, this batch of cultural relics should belong to the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, after two days and two nights, sleepless access to information, her head was already dizzy.

After that, she once received a phone call, which was from her mother, and the content roughly said that she should go home, and she was given a good look at a young man at home, and asked her to go home everywhere, He Chunxia just vaguely said a few words, and then hung up the phone.

She is twenty-eight years old this year, and she soaks herself in the research room all day long, and she is not in a position, so it is no wonder that her family is in a hurry.

But she is not in a hurry, the so-called rather lack than abuse, she would rather deal with these cultural relics than stay with a man who is not interested in a second longer.

Thinking about it, He Chunxia fell asleep on the table.

She had a very strange dream, in the dream, she became another person, and she lived in the 80s, something very bad happened, she was bullied, beaten and scolded, He Chunxia felt funny, she was not the kind of character who was bullied at all, how could she not scold back, and she could not fight back?

But the dream seemed too real.

He Chunxia heard the sound of a woman crying in a low voice, and her head felt like it was about to be blown up.

The hard bed board was sticky and uncomfortable on her body, He Chunxia felt as if she was sticky, and the pain all over her body forced her to open her eyes.

But when he opened his eyes, he was startled by the black face in front of him.

"Spring and summer, you finally woke up, you scared your mother to death, if you die, your mother won't live anymore!"

With a black and yellow face, a thin body, and a mouth all over his body, his blood has dried up, but he looks quite embarrassed.

He Chunxia frowned slightly, thinking to himself why didn't he wake up from his dream?

Seeing that He Chunxia didn't squeak, the woman burst into tears: "Chunxia, let's go and beg grandma, if you tell me about it, grandma will forgive you!" ”

He Chunxia looked at the woman blankly, nodded, the woman was suddenly happy, and a smile appeared on her sad face: "Mom will get you something to eat, and I'll go to grandma in a while!" ”

The woman closed the door and walked out.

He Chunxia endured the pain on his body and looked at the surrounding environment, the black straw bed was still fixed with bamboo, as long as he moved slightly, it creaked. The tattered mosquito nets were fastened with a few rusty iron hooks, the yellowed quilt was covered with patches, and a black kerosene lamp beside the bed had long since been extinguished.

He Chunxia picked up the foreign fire on the side and lit the kerosene lamp, the dim light was not yet lit by the candles, and the room was still very dark.

She endured the pain and got out of bed, there was not a single decent piece of furniture in the room, there was a mirror on the table with a missing leg, and a small face the size of a palm was reflected in the glass mirror, with big eyes and a high nose and a mouth, and her every move was pleasing to the eye, frowning slightly, adding a little bit of weakness to my pity......

He Chunxia gasped, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his cheek, isn't this a genuine beauty?

And it's not her face at all!

If He Chunxia looks half as good-looking as this face, he won't be twenty-eight years old and won't even have a partner, which makes the family anxious.

He Chunxia smiled, and the people in the mirror also smiled, smiling skillfully, making people unable to take their eyes off, He Chunxia frowned, and the people in the mirror also frowned, so that after seeing it, people couldn't help but want to reach out for her to smooth the folds between her eyebrows, if such a face grew up in her original era, not to mention being popular, how could she be a first-line star.

The world is to look at faces, but people without faces can only rely on their own talents.

He Chunxia's family background is average, but she went from elementary school to graduate school, and finally stayed in school directly as an assistant to her tutor, but all of this depends on her own efforts.

After reading books for 20 years, she finally did what she liked to do and studied the cultural relics she was interested in, but she didn't enjoy all this for too long, just slept for a while, and she actually became another "He Chunxia" with the same name and surname as herself. Living in 1980, she is only fifteen years old this year, and because she has a face like a disaster, she was jealous of her sisters and blamed her.

The original He Chunxia died, for unknown reasons, which made He Chunxia wake up in this body decades later, and after accepting the messy memories, He Chunxia was furious.

Squeak.

The door was pushed open, and a woman with a black and yellow face covered in injuries walked in with a notched bowl: "Spring and summer, you can eat this steamed bun hot." ”

The woman's attitude is humble, and she is He Chunxia's mother, Song Ling.

He Chunxia opened his mouth, but the "Mom" was stuck in his throat and couldn't say anything.

She didn't know what attitude to treat Song Ling with, in her memory, He Chunxia had a very bad attitude towards Song Ling, of course she couldn't do it, but if the change was too big, wouldn't it cause suspicion?

He Chunxia was still hesitating, but the door was rudely pushed open.

Several people poured into the room, among which the leader was He Chunxia's aunt Zhao Fang, as well as the third aunt, as for her grandmother, who was at the end, fierce and unkind.

The aunt with an evil face glared at He Chunxia angrily, her pea-sized eyes were full of anger, and she snatched the broken bowl in He Chunxia's hand at once, and pushed Song Ling to the ground.

"You gave birth to a money-losing goods, not to mention that your hands and feet are not clean, and you have lost all the faces of the He family, and you dare to steal the family's steamed buns for her to eat? Teach her two blows and play dead, am I really scared? If you want to die, you can die, if you can't die, you can hang yourself! ”

Zhao Fang's tone was vicious, not like a relative at all, but more like an enemy.

Song Ling climbed to Zhao Fang's feet and pulled her trouser legs: "Sister-in-law, the child has just woken up, you can give her a way to live!" ”

He Chunxia breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, she couldn't call out the "Mom", but Song Ling knelt down for her and begged, she is now He Chunxia, and she has inherited most of the memories of the original owner, but she feels aggrieved about what happened to the original owner, and she has a troubled face, but it is a genuine straw bag, and her every move reveals the style of a woman.

But in the 80s, she was called "Sao", and rural people didn't know any high-end words, let alone what it meant to be beautiful.

Because of her appearance, almost all the people in the eight villages of ten miles came to the He family to propose marriage, but they were all rejected by Zhao Fang, for only one reason, that is, her daughter has not yet married, and as a younger sister, she naturally cannot marry first.

Zhao Fang's daughter is really her mother, she looks like a rakshasa, how can anyone look at it? But Zhao Fang is strong, almost the entire He family is in her hands, even Mrs. He can't be the master, but Zhao Fang blames He Chunxia for her daughter's failure to marry, not only spreading rumors everywhere, saying that He Chunxia's style is not right, but also framing her for having unclean hands and feet and stealing the chicken of Liu Er's family next door.

She won't admit that she has not done anything wrong, and she has never done anything about stealing chickens.

But when she said it, no one believed it, not only did someone make up a decent story for her, but even Liu Er stood up and said that the chicken was stolen by He Chunxia, and she took the money from selling the chicken to buy clothes and seduce the son of the village party secretary.

The story is clear-sighted, and the He family is even more convinced, not only does He Chunxia admit it, but also let her take the money, she doesn't admit it, and she is taught by the elders of the family in turn, and the injuries on her body are beaten by them.

There are a lot of bloody things in the world, and He Chunxia can't mix everything, but now that it happened to her, she didn't want to carry this pot.

The He family has hideous faces, they don't have a good heart, they want to force her to death, the woman kneeling on the ground is the mother of this body, and she is also the person who loves the original owner the most in the He family, He Chunxia can't bear it anymore: "Mom, you get up!" ”

She laboriously dragged Song Ling on the ground up, Song Ling was pulled by her, and the wounds on her body were touched, and she couldn't help but gasp, and she didn't struggle!

These injuries were all to protect He Chunxia's injuries, the stick fell on He Chunxia's body, Song Ling used her body to block it, and protected He Chunxia's face to the death, not to let the flower-like face be injured, but her injuries were much worse.

And He Chunxia's "mother" was called out, but there was nothing strange in his heart, and it didn't seem to be as difficult as he imagined. Since she was a child, she has had a pair of parents who love her and a family full of love, but now this He Chunxia has nothing but a mother who loves her, which is really distressing.

She is He Chunxia, an archaeologist, and He Chunxia, who was beaten to death in the 80s.

She had no choice but to merge the two identities into one.

"Spring and summer, you listen to your mother, plead with grandma, and let grandma ......"

Song Ling's face was sad, she had always been obedient, everyone in the family could bully her, and she didn't have a word of complaint, but the more she endured it, the more these people bullied her, and even the original owner was not a good thing at this point.

Suddenly, Mrs. Zhao screamed: "I don't have this kind of granddaughter who has an improper style, steals chickens and dogs, and is a shameless slut, and I actually want to seduce the son of the village party secretary, that is your sister's object!" ”

The son of the village party secretary was taken by the aunt, and he was already ready to let people say goodbye.

He Chunxia's temples jumped hard.

She grew up in a new era of peace, and she rarely saw such women, except for the occasional shrew at the wet market.

But she rarely meets her, just because she doesn't have the ability to tear up the shrew.

"Grandma!"

She shouted with all her might, temporarily suppressing Mrs. Zhao in her momentum.

The room suddenly fell silent.

"No matter what I do, you are always my grandmother, I still have the blood of the He family in my body, you are called a slut, I am nothing, but the eldest sister is not married yet, and the younger sister is not married, do you want everyone in the village to come to our house to watch the excitement? Anyway, my reputation is not good, and I don't care, but they ......."