Yuan Xiaoxiao woke up in pain, her head throbbing and hot.
She strained to open her eyes and was greeted by an unfamiliar surrounding.
She could see dated medical equipment and a sign painted in blue on white wall that read: ‘Qinghe Town Central Hospital,’.
She could tell it had an 80s or 90s style town hospital vibe.
But she was supposed to be dead. She had died alone at home without the companionship of family and her lover...
Before her death, she was filled with regret. She regretted not accepting Shang Hangzhou's proposal the first time he asked, letting him wait for seventeen years, causing a fallout with her family for him, and then watching helplessly as he died from illness.
Suddenly a middle-aged woman with dark complexion and skinny stature approached her, anxiously and joyfully exclaiming, "Xiaoxiao, you’re finally awake!"
Yuan Xiaoxiao looked at the middle-aged woman and blurted out in shock, "Mom?"
Her mother, Zhao Xinyue, had passed away twenty-five years ago!
But the woman before her eyes was so vivid and alive!
She pinched herself.
It hurt!
She wasn’t dreaming. Could she have been reborn?
Suppressing her agitation and excitement, she quickly understood her current situation.
It was the end of April 1990. She had been knocked unconscious at school after being hit by something falling from above.
The principal personally took her to the hospital, where she developed a large lump on her head and some abrasions on her arms. Her injury was not serious, but she remained unconscious. Soon, the school notified Zhao Xinyue.
1990.
Injured at school.
And woke up in the hospital!
Her eyes suddenly sharpened.
Her injury was no accident.
Her injury was just the beginning, a series of disasters was to follow...
Two days ago, the village tyrant, Huang Hu, stole cherries from her house. As he ate them from the tree, he tossed the unripe ones onto the ground.
And he even had the nerve to insult her: "You little wretch, if you dare, come hit me!"
Yuan Xiaoxiao was furious and wanted to drive him off the tree with a bamboo pole.
Huang Hu, confidently hopping around the branches like a monkey, miscalculated his step and fell off the tree, causing a large bruise on his head.
The Huang family blamed her and demanded her family pay two hundred yuan for medical treatment.
At that time, a town teacher only earned about a hundred yuan a month. So, two hundred yuan was a large amount.
Yuan Xiaoxiao's family was poor and had no money to compensate them. Not to mention two hundred, they didn't even have twenty.
If they didn't pay, the Huang family threatened to take their pig.
Naturally, Zhao Xin Yue refused to let go, keeping guard of her pigs at home every day, giving the Huang family no opportunity to act.
They then employed a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain; injuring her at school through Huang Hu, to draw Zhao Xin Yue away.
In her past life, when she woke up and returned home with Zhao Xin Yue, their plumpest pig had already been taken away by the Huang family.
When she went to the Huang family to argue, her younger brother, Yuan Zhong Qiu, suddenly started vomiting blood.
At the hospital, she learned that he had been injured internally by someone.
Thereafter, her brother's health continued to deteriorate.
The Huang family was responsible for harming her brother.
Alarmed, she hurriedly got down from the bed, grabbed Zhao Xin Yue and ran out: "Mom, let's quickly return home."
This time, she absolutely couldn't let anything happen to her brother again!
Hastening all the way, they had just entered the courtyard when a sharp and obnoxious voice came from the direction of the pigpen: "Aiyo, Aunt Meng, why are you only here now? Hurry up and choose a pig to lead away, or the old whore, Zhao Xin Yue, will soon return with the little whore. Huang Hu, tie up the pig quickly." The term 'old whore' referred to Zhao Xin Yue and the 'little whore', naturally, was Yuan Xiao Xiao.
This voice, even after turning to ashes, she would still remember it was the voice of her own grandmother, Sun Xiao Xiu.
Hearing this voice again after over two decades, Yuan Xiao Xiao's breath hitched, blood flowing backward in her veins, her body shivering from coldness.
If the Huang family destroyed her brother, Yuan Zhong Qiu, then Sun Xiao Xiu and her good sons were responsible for killing Zhao Xin Yue and ruining her life.
Hatred swelled up inside her like a stormy sea. She wished right at this moment to rush forward with a knife, cut off Sun Xiao Xiu's head, and grind her into meat sauce to feed the dogs!
She turned around with the intention of getting a knife from the kitchen.
