Reborn 1980, I became the darling of the village

1985, winter, Fengcheng, Qinghe Town.

The wind is biting and the snow is blowing.

"Bitch girl, your sister saw you smash the bowl with her own eyes, and you still don't admit it!"

"Mom, it wasn't me who broke it, it was my sister who bumped into me with her foot." A little girl about five or six years old gritted her teeth tightly. She was still wearing a thin coat in the winter, and her hair was as messy as a beggar. .

Wang Buxi's face was full of stubbornness, and he looked at his mother with a hint of pleading in his eyes, hoping that her mother could believe her for once.

Zhao Meixiang was furious: "Okay, you stinky girl did something wrong and you blamed it on your sister. See if I don't hit you!"

The girl next to the woman seemed to know the result and smiled unprovocatively.

"Clap clap~"

After being slapped for more than ten times in a row, Zhao Meixiang calmed down her anger. Looking at the silent expression of the girl under her hand, displeasure flashed in her eyes.

"Go and kneel outside. Since you don't admit it, keep kneeling!" Zhao Meixiang directly grabbed Bu Xi, opened the door and threw her into the snow outside.

Xiao Buxi was curled up in the snow and shivering, her cheeks were swollen like steamed buns. The cold wind blew through her hair, and you could see a whole hideous scar on the left side of the little girl's face. Now with the slap marks, her face was completely visible. It doesn’t look like it originally did!

"I didn't break the bowl, no~" The soft and small voice instantly disappeared in the cold wind.

In the room, Wang Lingyu hugged Zhao Meixiang coquettishly: "Mom, when will you let her in?"

"Hmph, let her freeze overnight." Zhao Meixiang picked up her daughter and said, "Lingyu, don't use this method to trick her next time. A bowl is so expensive!"

Her heart almost ached when she saw the broken bowl on the ground just now!

Wang Lingyu curled his lips, but there was no innocence on his face that a five or six-year-old child should have: "Who told her to ignore me!"

Zhao Meixiang pinched her nose helplessly, not caring that her other daughter was still suffering in the cold wind.

The sky is getting darker little by little, and the snowflakes in the sky are getting bigger and bigger.

I don't know how long it took, but I didn't like hearing footsteps, so I tried to raise my head: "Dad~"

Wang Dazhu winced when he saw the little girl being beaten, and quickly took a step back: "Why do you think you made your mother angry again? Look how good your sister is!"

The man rubbed his hands and walked in without waiting for Xiao Buxi to speak. He didn't dare to offend the tigress at home. When Zhao Meixiang gave birth to two sisters, the older sister weighed two pounds, while the younger sister was pitifully thin, especially when she was just born. Ailments abound.

After seeing doctors many times, she slowly got better. Zhao Meixiang has been convinced since she was a child that her sister must be the killer.

Otherwise, the little girl wouldn't be called Wang Buxi, but the younger sister would be called Wang Lingyu.

Now that I have said it, I don’t like this eldest daughter either, she doesn’t look like me in any way!

The light in the eyes of the little girl in the snow completely dimmed. She looked at the snowflakes in the sky and felt that she should die.

The snow in Qinghe Town was particularly heavy that day. The snow in a certain yard had already buried the little baby under him without any trace of it being exposed.

I don’t like that the little girl died in this extremely cold winter in Fengcheng!

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1982, winter, Fengcheng, Qinghe Town.

【啾啾啾啾~ wake up! 】

【啾啾啾啾~ wake up! 】

[Chirp, chirp, chirp~ The enemy has three seconds to reach the battlefield! 】

【啾啾啾啿~~My face will be disfigured if I don’t wake up! 】

........

So noisy!

Bu Xi opened his eyes suddenly. There was a dark roof above his head and firewood all around him. The familiar scene made the baby tremble violently.

[啾啾啾啾~ Get up, you are alive, you are alive, the Lord of Hell won’t let you die! 】

The annoying sound sounds again!

Before the little guy could figure out what was going on, he saw Wang Lingyu sneaking in with a hot water bottle. He closed his eyes subconsciously, filled with fear.

Why does Wang Lingyu seem to be three years old?

She burned the scar on her face with hot water because a little boy said that his face was prettier than hers.

The familiar scene made Bu Xi's heart beat faster than ever before, and she could feel Wang Lingyu approaching the bed.

Wang Lingyu looked at the face in front of her that made her jealous, and snorted coldly: "Let me see if anyone will say you are good-looking in the future!"

After saying that, he was ready to tilt the kettle in his hand down.

Bu Xi opened his eyes without thinking and pushed Wang Lingyu directly to the ground. The latter's wrist was hit and all the hot water poured on his arm.

"what--"

A miserable cry came from the firewood room, accompanied by the sound of the kettle breaking, causing all the birds around to fly in confusion.

When Zhao Meixiang heard the screams of her precious daughter, she quickly put down the dough roll in her hand and ran over: "Lingyu, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Lingyu curled up on the ground in pain, his little face turned pale and pale: "Wow, ah, ah, mom, it hurts, it hurts, my arm~"

"Wang Buxi, what on earth have you done!" Zhao Meixiang scolded, looking at the red patch on her daughter's arm, she felt heartbroken. Without waiting for Buxi to say anything, she hurriedly carried Wang Lingyu to the clinic.

The woodshed instantly became quiet, Bu Xi stood there dumbly, unresponsive.

She touched her small face without any scars, and all the sad memories in her mind came to mind. In the summer when she was three years old, her sister poured a pot of hot water on her.

My parents said that they didn’t go to the clinic because they didn’t have money at home. The scar has always been with them. Since then, no one has ever said that Bu Xi was a beautiful baby.

From the moment she became conscious, she knew that her mother didn't like her.

My sister has her own room, and she can only live in the woodshed.

My sister gets new clothes every year, and she only has clothes that her sister doesn’t want.

My sister never has to work, but she has to do a lot.

Seeing her mother carrying her sister in a hurry, Bu Xi felt a strong resentment in her heart. She didn't want to freeze to death again. The feeling of freezing to death was too uncomfortable.

[Tweet, Tweet, Tweet, don’t worry, you won’t freeze to death! 】

Buxi was startled, his eyes were full of defense: "Who are you? I have nothing to grab. I am the poorest in this family. Have you recognized the wrong person? I am not tweeting!"

Shifang System rolled its eyes: "Ziu Jiu Jiu Jiu, I'm not calling you Jiu Jiu, I have to shout Jiu Jiu Jiu before I can speak. This is...well, a spell!"

Buxi opened his eyes wide: "Spell? Are you a god? Then can I be called Jiu Jiu? I don't like my name at all!"

"Kiujiujiu~kekekeke, that shouldn't work, your world is all named by your parents!"

"But they didn't like the name they gave me!" Buxi sighed, with a tear in his eye: "Did you save me, but I don't want to live anymore, I want to die with them! "

Shifang System:..........

What did you say, say it again? !

Lord Yama, Yue Lao, it’s not good, Zaizai has turned black!