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Monday, February 12, 2024

Chapter 1 part 1

 November, 1982

  In the early morning, Li'an City was awakened by a gust of wind. The wind was the strongest in the early winter and passing through the wind can turn a man's scalp over.

  Qiao Lu held her child in one hand and held up her umbrella, which had been blown to the ground, with the other hand as she struggled to walk along the waterlogged road. The wind howled so hard that people could hardly breathe.

  It wasn't until they got into a small bungalow and the hot air wrapped in the children's joyful laughter came that they finally felt alive again.

  "Don't cry when you enter the classroom later, okay?"

  The kindergarten in the silk reeling factory is a nursery specially opened for all factory employees. Employees only needed to pay three yuan per semester to enter.

  Qiao An has been in the day care center for a week. Due to his personality and time constraints, for the moment he can't fit into the group. The teacher said that he cries when she leaves.

  The little guy was so well-behaved that it was heartbreaking. He lay softly on his mother's shoulder and replied: "Okay..."

  After sending Qiao An to the nursery for employees of the silk reeling factory, Qiao Lu strode away without looking back. She resisted, not looking back for fear of seeing the little guy's tearful eyes.

  Qiao An lay down by the fence, his eyes filled with moisture, resisting the urge to call out to his mother, and watched her go further and further away.

  Over here, at the silk reeling factory.

  During the morning shift, people are coming and going in the factory area, and the roar of rolling spindles is heard continuously, like the chirping of thousands of hummingbirds. Living in such a noisy environment for a long time will cause irreversible damage to hearing.

  Not only that, long-term soaking in the silk reeling soup can also cause hand dermatitis.

  Qiao Lu rubbed her ears and cold hands, and began to think about the possibility of changing jobs.

  Two days ago, Qiao Lu from the 1980s fell into the water, and Qiao Lu from the 21st century penetrated her body and inherited her memory and son.

  The original was a rural woman who looked exactly like Qiao Lu. Six years ago during a movement of educated youths going to the countryside, she met Ge Wenrong, a male educated youth from the south, at the age of seventeen. She fell in love at first sight and they fell into a secret love.

  At the end of the 1970s, the wave of returning to cities swept across the country. Educated youths tried their best to return to their hometowns smoothly. Those who had the means had already returned to their hometowns smoothly, while those who had no means had to create means to leave the countryside through various methods such as replacement, medical withdrawal, and the college entrance examination.

  Ge Wenrong was one of them, and finally passed the college entrance examination in 1979 and successfully returned to the city.

  She was nineteen years old that year and was pregnant with Ge Wenrong's child. The man didn't hesitate at all and resolutely joined the team returning to the city. He swore to God that he would take the mother and son back to the city when he settled down.

  However, this departure undoubtedly pushed the original into the abyss.

  In rural areas in the late 1970s, it was very shameful for a woman to become pregnant before marriage. Not only will she be scolded, but her children will also be unable to hold their heads up, and the backbone of her family will be broken by the whole village.

  Father Qiao's face was completely humiliated in the village, but after all, he was his biological grandson, and the child was born just fine.

  The little guy's name is Qiao An. He is exactly three years old this year, but he is so thin and small that he does not look three years old.

  Despite this, he was born extremely beautiful, inheriting his mother's superior facial features, big eyes with long eyelashes, more delicate than a doll.

  The child looking beautiful is not always a good thing.

  In three years, Qiao An was stolen four times, one of which was committed by an acquaintance, so when Qiao An was three years old, Qiao Lu stayed with her son almost every step of the way.

  Later, not only her son was coveted, but she herself was also coveted by single old men in the village because of her outstanding appearance.

  Those single old men in the village have never had the means to marry a wife their whole life, and they are as repressed as a male dog, so the tender little widow naturally became the object of their desire/lust.

  Unable to bear the harassment, the original girl wrote a letter to her second sister in the city. After hearing about her sister's experience, the second sister in a fit of anger took her into the city and frantically arranged a blind date in the hope that her sister could settle down in the city through marriage.

  As of today, there have been eight matches!

  Her thoughts drifted further and further away. Because the sound of the lathe was too loud,Qiao Lu didn't realize that someone behind her was gradually approaching her.

  "What took you so long? I haven't seen you for several days."

  Suddenly a hand appeared behind Qiao Lu and put it on Qiao Lu's shoulder, while the other hand tried to tease her chin.

  In any era, this would be considered a hooligan gesture to flirt with a woman.

  Qiao Lu was startled and took two steps back. When she saw the person coming, she frowned.

  "Comrade Wang Bin, please be respectful!"

  When his hand fell short, Wang Bin stared at her with wide eyes.

  Wang Bin is the brother-in-law of the director of the Li'an City Reeling Factory, and he was also the only man the original ever fancied during the blind date. Qiao Lu's current job was also obtained through his connections through the back door.

  "Why are you so mad?!" Wang Bin glared at her unhappily, his facial expression twitching due to a high level of anger.

  Although Wang Bin had good conditions, he had a troubled appearance. He was a thin man with freckles, his face tended to be triangular, like a snake's head, and his broad bean-like eyes were a little squinting, giving off a vague evil aura.

  The original body liked him mainly because of his good conditions. When they were walking in the park a few days ago, Wang Bin made a move. The original body panicked and pushed him, causing her to slip and fall into the lake.

  With this fall, the little life is gone, and Qiao Lu traveled through time.

  "Wang Bin." Qiao Lu frowned. She looked away and said seriously: "After falling into the lake the last time, I figured it out. We are not suitable. I take back what I said before, that I was willing to try with you."

  "What?" Wang Bin thought he heard wrongly and plucked his ears. "I didn't mean for you to fall into the water. Who asked you to be so close to the lake?"

  Qiao Lu frowned and took a step back: "You didn't mean it, but I'm serious. We have nothing to do with each other from now on. Let's get together and part ways easily."

  Just now, he still felt that Qiao Lu was angry about falling into the water. Now Wang Bin was a little confused.

 Just because he was sly and wanted to eat some tofu ......?

  But didn't she say she was willing to be with him as a partner, what's wrong with eating some tofu? He also arranged for her to work! Why isn’t he allowed to eat?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Qiao Lu had snubbed him. She didn't take him seriously when they were just getting married. How much more after they got married?

  He raised his hand to touch her face in disbelief. As soon as he reached his hand in front of her, he heard a very clear "pop"——

  He received a solid slap on the face, and the clear five-finger prints were engraved on his face like a branding iron. Paired with his look of disbelief, it was so funny.

  "Qiao Lu, what are you doing, are you crazy!?"


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