Rebirth 1978, Wife, I won't go back to the city

1978, the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.

The heavy snow that had been flying all night like a cotton cover had finally stopped. The men and women in every household had a bite of hot food, picked up their shovels and went out to shovel the snow.

The babies, wearing three layers of tattered cotton-padded clothes to keep warm, rushed out of the door, some playing snowball fights, some building snowmen.

At that time, in a dilapidated earthen house.

The two windows covered with several layers of newspapers were creaking in the wind, as if they were about to fall off the window frames due to the howling cold wind.

The house of more than 20 square meters had windows that were broken, so they could only be covered with a few layers of newspapers to block the wind and cold, making the house dark and lightless.

The mess in the room was visible to the naked eye.

A brick bed connected to a stove, a quilt, a dining table and a few wooden chairs, a yellow wooden wardrobe with a mirror, and a small pile of dry firewood next to the stove that had been cold for several days were all the belongings in the house.

If a mouse comes into this house, it will shed tears and run away.

Li Jingshen sat on the edge of the kang, which was uncomfortable for his buttocks. Although he had been relaxing for more than half an hour, there was still shock in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

Own……

Reborn?

Everything familiar before his eyes was like a blade that uncovered dusty memories and cut a hole in his heart, from which blood was faintly oozing out.

This dilapidated little house was his home decades ago.

At that time, he was in his youth, holding books in his hands, full of ambition and fighting spirit. The burning passion urged him to wash his life like a big wave washing away the sand, making it sparkle.

But a dispatch order sent him to a poor mountain village to work in the countryside.

Perhaps the vast fields accompanied by books are what scholars and poets pursue, but for him who was sent to work in Xiaoxi Village, all he had was endless sweat and sighs every dark night while holding books.

His dream had already been trampled deeply into the fertile land covered with cow dung and horse urine along with his footsteps.

Just as Li Jingshen was lost in his memories, a voice that had haunted him for most of his life rang out outside the house.

"Brother, sister, please stop trying to persuade me. Since I'm married to Jing Shen, I'm his in life and his ghost in death. You don't know how happy he was when he got the order to return to the city..."

"He's a cultured city dweller, a phoenix soaring in the sky, while I'm just a small sparrow from a poor mountain village. There's a world of difference between us. I'm not worthy of him."

"If he wants to go back to the city, then let him go. I can't bear to hurt him. I can't trade his freedom for my own happiness."

"Sister, what kind of magic potion did that Li guy give you? You said he was a phoenix flying in the sky?"

"I bother!"

"You are the only one who treats him like a treasure."

"If he hadn't married you and had our family as a support, with his frail appearance, he would have been exhausted from farm work in just half a month."

"He holds a few tattered books all day long, thinking he's Li Bai. The more you pamper this kind of person, the more he gets angry!"

"Your sister is right. No matter what, we can't let him go back to the city. Once he returns, he'll be like a rooster out of its cage, impossible to catch."

"Silly girl, if you don't keep a tight belt around this man, sooner or later his heart will belong to someone else. You want to be like Wang Baochuan, one of those beauties in the city, who endured eighteen years of hardship in a cold kiln only to end up in the arms of Xue Pinggui's beautiful wife and have a bunch of children? Think about it carefully!"

Hearing this voice, Li Jingshen rushed to the door and opened it. The biting cold wind blew in his face, blowing away the tears in his eyes.

Outside the door, in the snowdrifts, stood two men and two women.

Among them, a rather frail and pretty woman was standing in a snowdrift with tears on her face, holding a baby wrapped in a flowery cotton jacket tightly in her arms.

The baby's face was red from the cold, and it was chubby, just like a little milk dumpling dipped in rouge. It said in a baby voice, "Mom, don't cry. Dad is bad. Beat him."

The remaining one woman and two men leaned against the windowsill, looking worried.

The sighs one after another make people feel depressed and heavy.

With a creak, the dilapidated wooden door was opened, startling the people in the snow pile. They all cast their eyes on Li Jingshen with disdain and disgust.

Li Jingshen's hand holding the door bolt couldn't stop shaking, his eyes fixed on the woman in the pink jacket.

It was his first wife, Jiang Xue.

This woman who made him feel heartbroken and guilty for his entire life!

Seeing Li Jingshen, Jiang Xue quickly wiped the tears from her face, forced herself to smile, and walked over to him, hugging Tuan Tuan. She looked at him with concern, and put her palm on his face. "Look at you, I don't know what you are doing in the house. It's so cold, and you're sweating all over your face."

Li Jingshen choked with sobs.

Silly wife, that’s not sweat, that’s tears because I miss you!

He couldn't bear it any longer, with red eyes, he held Jiang Xue in his arms.

Just as everyone was shocked, Tuan Tuan, who was stuck between the two men and couldn't move, said angrily, "Dad, I'm going to poop!"