As a person born in the sixties, Lin Xiaoliang's name is undoubtedly somewhat unusual.

Think about it, how is it not ridiculous that an old lady in her fifties is called by such a name.

But Lin Xiaoliang has never been ridiculed in this regard, not even jokingly.

It can be seen that she is an alternative existence in herself.

As a very rare freelancer in the same age group, she has always been accustomed to the envious and jealous gaze of those around her.

——In the eyes of people in that era, if you don't go to work, you don't need physical strength to do work, then it's not work but play.

The slightly curly long hair is loosely pulled up, the eyebrows are delicate and graceful, the fine lines at the corners of the eyes are slightly invisible, the skin is delicate and fair, not to mention age spots, not even a single acne, wearing all kinds of cheongsam all year round, and the luxurious and low-key fur will be matched in winter, coupled with the strong bookish atmosphere exuded from the inside out of the whole body, just like the ladies who walked out during the Republic of China.

If that's all it takes, everyone only thinks that she has been pampered for many years plus well-maintained, and has a good temperament to show her age.

But Lin Xiaoliang is a person, and it is really difficult for people to associate herself with her real age.

She lives in an old but delicate and stylish small western-style building in the old city, takes care of the vegetables in the small vegetable garden every day, plays with the flowers and plants in the back garden, likes to decorate her own snail house in her spare time, and also likes DIY, soap, essential oil, flower tea, jam, cross-stitch, wood carving, etc.

When the weather is good, she will carry a sketchpad to travel and sketch, how the level is that others can't tell, but occasionally look at the eyes and feel very pleasing to the eye, and the paintings hanging in her living room, bedroom and other places also come from here.

Lin Xiaoliang has a lot of friends, and there are no deep friends, but they are all compatible personalities. On holidays, she is either invited or invited to participate in some activities, sometimes parties, sometimes parties, sometimes mountaineering, self-driving tours or something, and even follows a professional archaeological team to visit ancient tombs.

Now at this age, the bank deposit is enough for her to spend, so Lin Xiaoliang will put more energy into various interest clubs, regardless of anything, as long as she is interested, she will try it, and if she is not interested, she will let go, and she will be happy.

Her life is rich and colorful, with a vigor that even young people can't match, and it is impossible to imagine that she is actually a fifty-year-old lady.

On weekdays, Lin Xiaoliang is also very good, he smiles at everyone, and his reputation in the old city is not bad, and most of the neighbors are willing to lend a hand when they have difficulties, but they are not willing to give a hand, and they are not tempered, and they can keep the bottom line in a measured and principled manner.

Although what she does is full of vivid life, people who know her will mention one sentence when they evaluate her - perfect not to eat the fireworks of the world.

Although she lives in the same city and the same sky as them, she gives people the feeling that she is actually far away from reality, as if she is living in some beautiful painting, and her smile is quietly alienated, ethereal and ethereal.

Of course, although Lin Xiao's popularity is good, it is not RMB, and there are always a few people who don't like her.

And when these people talk about Lin Xiaoliang, there are a lot of words, but it means the same thing when summed up - that woman is really good at pretending, and she always looks so hypocritical that she has no temper, which makes people think that she is such a good person, and the hypocrisy is disgusting.

In this regard, Lin Xiaoliang always laughed over, anyway, whether it was perfect or hypocritical, it was not her.

Just a few good friends, you can get a glimpse of her heart.

It is difficult for someone like Lin Xiaoliang to be talented, good-looking and well-cultivated, not to mention that she has a lot of contact, but in addition, a few friends still sigh more at her.

Speaking of each other, it is the same sentence after all - Lin Xiaoliang is not good at anything, but his fate is not good, and he will be lonely for the rest of his life.

A woman, she is very good, if she loses the ability to be a mother and never has a son and a daughter in her life, no one will think that she is really good.

What's more, Lin Xiaoliang is not only that, she has never seen her interact with relatives during the New Year, and she has always lived in such a big house alone.

After watching it for a long time, I felt sad.

Coming out of the teahouse he often went to, the misty light rain outside made Lin Xiaoliang pause, and the waiter he knew on the side handed over a folding umbrella.

"Aunt Lin, old rules!" The clear voice carries the vitality of a young man.

Lin Xiaoliang smiled slightly, "Okay, I'll send it to you tomorrow." ”

There was a guest over there who wanted to settle the bill, and seeing that he was busy, Lin Xiaoliang didn't say much, and walked into the rain curtain with his feet up.

The rain was not heavy, but it blocked people's vision in the dark night, but fortunately, Lu Lin Xiaoliang who went home was familiar with it, and there was no worry about getting lost.

Looking at the water droplets splashing at her feet, she curled the corners of her lips slightly, this is the first rain in summer this year, the lettuce in the vegetable garden has grown, this rain will go down, it is estimated that it can grow a lot, and then it will be old and not delicious, and I can't eat much by myself, so wait for the sun to dry the vegetables one day.

She made a decision with a leisurely expression, but there were hurried steps approaching from a distance, Lin Xiaoliang didn't care, although the old city is not in the city center, but because most of the residents here have special identities, the security has always been good.

As she was thinking like this, she saw someone rushing over on the other side, looking at the figure of a middle-aged woman, without an umbrella, and I don't know if there was something urgent.

A gust of wind blew, Lin Xiaoliang lowered her head and pressed the hem of the cheongsam, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the other party staggering past her.

After walking for a while, the footsteps just now suddenly approached from behind, Lin Xiao frowned and turned around, not wanting to pinch her neck with a pair of hands that could not be concealed with lightning speed.

"Lin Xiaoliang, you slut!"

The woman's strength was very strong, and Lin Xiaoliang didn't have time to react in a hurry, if it weren't for the hands pinched around her neck, I am afraid that she would have fallen down long ago.

A face that was distorted to the point of hideousness could be seen in the faint drizzle.

The hand on her neck became harder and harder, and the umbrella fell weakly from Lin Xiaoyan's hand, and she instinctively reached out to break the other party's hand, wanting to get out of this suffocating situation.

Lin Xiaoliang opened her mouth to speak, but it was in vain, and the panic and fear in her heart almost overwhelmed her.

Survival instinct was troubled, Lin Xiaoliang used the strength he didn't usually have, and for a moment he broke the other party's hand a little, so as to breathe some fresh air, but it was only for a moment.

The momentary miss seemed to make the other party ruthless, and no matter how hard Ren Lin tried, he couldn't succeed again, so he could only desperately feel that the air in his chest was getting less and less, and the pace of death was approaching quickly.

"Xu Meimei, what are you doing!" With a voice of rage and panic ringing in my ears.

Lin Xiaoyan lifted his eyelids with great effort, saw the person who was coming, and a touch of complicated emotions quickly crossed his eyes, as if he was hateful.

The consciousness became more and more blurred, and the dispute between the two became farther and farther away from her, and finally it was dark-

In a cramped room isolated by a yellowish lime wall, a large red Western-style bed is placed against the wall, next to a large wardrobe of the same large red, and a ginger writing desk.

At this time, the petite figure was lying quietly on the bed, and only the fine cold sweat on his forehead showed the pain of the person.

In a daze, Lin Xiaoliang opened her eyes with difficulty, the hand under the quilt touched the painful lower abdomen, she couldn't help but overflow a trace of ** between her lips, and felt a hot current overflow from between her legs, she didn't think much about it at all, a glass of water appeared out of thin air in her hand, and she drank it in one go.

Since that miscarriage, she has been accustomed to the severe pain that accompanies menstruation......

The consciousness did not last long, and Lin Xiaoliang fell into a coma again.

When he woke up again, Lin Xiaoqian looked at the familiar and unfamiliar ward in front of him in a little stunned.

Light green curtains, gray ground of alum grinding, plastic fake flowers in vases on low turmeric cabinets......

When he came back to his senses, Lin Xiaoliang was already in tears.

It was here, it was here, that I was told the most unfortunate news for a woman.

Her children......

Lin Xiaoliang sobbed and grabbed the sheets under her, looking at the hands that belonged to her when she was young in disbelief, full of hatred overflowing from the bottom of her heart, pressing her heart ache.

She thought she was relieved, but after all, she just thought.

After a long time, Lin Xiaoliang sorted out his emotions and began to look around. She was the only patient in the ward, not a VIP ward like later generations, but because of the small number of patients, five of the six crowded beds were empty.

Fortunately, there are not as many nurses in this hospital as in later generations, and no one has been bothering her since she woke up, otherwise her gaffe just now would have been looked at by others.

Lin Xiaoliang lowered his head and touched his lower abdomen with some trembling, closed his eyes, and his tears couldn't be controlled.

Even if it were to do it again, the pain of losing a child would not have diminished much.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling, Lin Xiaoliang wiped away his tears and looked straight at the wall calendar on the opposite wall-

February 26, 1980

Really!

Lin Xiao obediently pressed his chest.

I'm really back.

Back to this age when I was still able to make a difference......

After decades of self-cultivation, although he lost his temper for a while because he suddenly returned to his most painful moment, Lin Xiaoliang did not continue to be immersed in turbulent emotions, but he cleaned up his mood in a moment and began to analyze the situation he was currently in.

In 1980, when she was only 16 years old, she had time to change what happened next.

And the first thing to do is to find a way to end the marriage with that person.

Lin Xiaoliang pursed her lips and lowered her eyes to look at her slender fingers quietly.

To talk about the last life...... Let's talk about it in the previous life, Lin Xiaoliang has always had his own clear attitude towards people and things, love or hate, like or hate, the boundaries are clear, except for one person.

Shen Chi, she used to be her current husband.

To put it pretentiously, she can't love or hate that man, and if she really wants to describe it exactly, she can only say that she doesn't want to see him and wants to stay away.

As soon as I thought of the man, there was a sound of footsteps coming from outside the door, and a faint sound of conversation came in.

Lin Xiaoyan, who had had an experience before, knew very well who was standing outside the door, and he also knew what would happen next.