The leader is my girlfriend

Looking around, it's so empty.

In this small mud house where even mice would leave two corn kernels behind, Wang Yiming quietly looked at the middle-aged man who was sometimes angry and sometimes crying. He wanted to speak, but he didn't have the chance.

Half a month ago, she missed a step and fell off the horse gourd, and then traveled here. This boy with the same name and surname but a different gender started out as a beggar, penniless, with nothing in his house except potatoes and cabbages and radishes.

She didn't know whether her original body had died of grief or had starved herself to death by cutting back on food and clothing. Anyway, she came here in a daze under the cover of night. She cried and wailed that night, and finally had to accept the reality at dawn. With 80% of her original body's memories, she became him from then on.

The only benefit he had after arriving here was that he had a technical secondary school diploma, which, in an era when jobs were guaranteed upon graduation, meant he could be assigned to a garment factory in the city. However, before he could even leave, a familiar-looking "stranger" arrived at his home. The moment they met, Wang Yiming, who had just transmigrated, even wondered if this was his original father visiting.

It turned out that the original body's mother, An Xian, fell in love with a rural boy when she was young. Despite the opposition of her whole family, she gave up her city identity and eloped with the boy. After the man died, she continued to live in the countryside with her son. She ran for love for a lifetime.

Hmm..., love brain is really scary.

Before her death, An Xian gave Wang Yiming a letter and asked her son to mail it to her relatives in the city according to the address after her death. He didn't know to whom it was sent.

More than half a month later, someone who looked a bit like him suddenly came to the house. How was he similar? Only the eyes and the curly hair were the same, but nothing else was different.

The middle-aged man is 178cm tall, and Wang Yiming is 174cm tall. The middle-aged man is strong and weighs more than 170 kilograms. Wang Yiming is as thin as a mantis, and his maximum weight is 110 kilograms.

People in this era like handsome guys with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but the body she has transmigrated into, with a pair of peach blossom eyes with thin eyebrows and a thin body, can be judged as a weakling at first glance, but a closer look? Confirmed, she has some talent to be a pretty boy. She is very satisfied with the figure and appearance of this idol, but anyone who sees her will know that she is malnourished.

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"Your mother is unreliable. You didn't even bother to tell me that she wrote to me before she died. Why did you ask me to come? To collect her body? Now you remember that you have a brother?"

"Calm down."

"Why should I vent my anger? I want to dig her out and scold her." As he said this, the man who was nearly 180cm tall squatted down and cried, sobbing uncontrollably.

"How could you be like that? You eloped without saying a word and didn't even let me see you in the end."

After a few seconds,

"I said I didn't want to see you, but that was just one day. You little bitch, I've been looking for you for 20 years since you left, and I just said one thing to you, and you just disowned me as your brother."

"that……."

"I'm your uncle."

"I see. Let me take you to the back mountain."

"it is good."

After venting for several hours, An Chong calmed down. His sister said in the letter that she could selfishly leave home, but she could not selfishly leave her son without a home, so she hoped that he could take Wang Yiming back to the city. She also said that her son would have a job after entering the city and the family would not have to worry about him. The only thing was not to let him be completely alone, and to know that he still had relatives. If An Chong didn't want to recognize them, then she would just pretend that she had never written the letter. After all, she didn't tell her son who the letter was sent to.

After reading the letter, An Chong was angry and helpless. He bought a ticket and came directly. Unexpectedly, his sister was so stubborn that she only let her children mail the letter after she died.

"Uncle, please don't be angry. My mother has become very thin in her later years. She probably didn't want you to see her appearance, so she didn't tell you."

"When she left... Never mind, let's not talk about this anymore. She's gone."

Looking at his nephew who was as thin as a pole, his eyes became red again.

"Pack up and go home with your uncle."

"uncle……."

"Your mother handed you over to me. There is no one else in our family except me and your aunt. From now on, we will live a happy life as a family of three."

"understood."

An Chong and his wife, Cui Jinhua, had been married for many years but had no children. Cui Jinhua was infertile, and he didn't want to adopt, so the couple had been living like this. As they grew older, they began to think about retirement, wondering if they should take on a few apprentices at the factory so they would have something to look after in the future. Then, a nephew of this size fell from the sky, a nephew with whom he felt a close bond, and the more they thought about it, the more at ease they felt.

What was there to pack? The only thing worth money at home was the adobe bricks; there was nothing else. To bury his mother, they had sold almost everything they could. After a quick look around the house, An Chong wouldn't let him take any of the bedding. So they packed two sets of clothes, took the brigade's letter of introduction and their household registration transfer certificate, and they returned to Beijing.

As soon as he arrived in the county, An Chong went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a cross-body bag and asked Wang Yiming to put the packed clothes in it. The green backpack was full of the imprint of the times, with five big words printed on it: "Serve the People".

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When Wang Yiming followed his uncle home, he was worried that his aunt would dislike him. After all, he would most likely settle down in his uncle and aunt's home. However, he did not expect to receive such a warm welcome from his aunt.

Whenever he met someone who greeted him along the way, An Chong happily introduced them as his nephew, his real nephew, who would live with him from now on. He introduced them to everyone he met until he finally entered the compound.

"Jinhua, Jinhua, look who's here." An Chong brought Wang Yiming back to the steel plant's family compound and started shouting as soon as he entered the compound. He wanted to let his nephew know that there were not many people at home, but his uncle and aunt welcomed him.

Cui Jinhua knew that her husband had gone to the countryside. Although her sister-in-law was stubborn, she had a very good relationship with her in the past. This time, she did not ask for leave because the factory needed her for the end-of-month inventory. Otherwise, she would have gone with him. She thought An Chong was going to bring her sister-in-law back, but she saw that her husband brought in a strange young man.

"Here she is. What are you shouting about? Is Xiaoxian back?"

Hearing his sister's name, An Chong suddenly stopped talking. What should he do if the atmosphere becomes cold? Wang Yiming could only introduce himself.

"Hello, auntie. My name is Wang Yiming, and An Xian is my mother."

So this is my nephew? Cui Jinhua began to look carefully. She had to say that the two of them standing together looked like blood relatives. The nephew looked like his uncle. They really looked alike. Cui Jinhua was surprised and happy. She quickly stepped forward and took her nephew's arm.

"This is the first time we meet, Xiao Ming, come in quickly, come in quickly, where's your mom?"

"My mother passed away."

"Xiaoxian passed away?" Cui Jinhua looked at An Chong in shock, and An Chong sighed.

"Let's talk inside. Go inside first."

"Yes, yes, yes, let's go in first." As she said this, Cui Jinhua pulled Wang Yiming into the house.

"Xiao Ming, now that you're at your uncle's house, it's like you're back home. Sit down first, and I'll make you some malted milk."

"Aunt, there's no need to go through so much trouble."

"No trouble, no trouble."

After saying that, Cui Jinhua went into the kitchen. Why not? My nephew is too thin. I feel like he will fall down if the wind blows. He must have suffered so much. My sister-in-law passed away. She went to wipe away her tears secretly.

"Let your aunt take care of it first. Come on, your uncle will show you around your room."

"it is good."

"Your aunt and I are both working parents. The house allocated to us by the factory has three bedrooms and a living room. One is for living, one is for study, and the other is empty. Now you just need to tidy it up. It's missing a bed and a wardrobe. After dinner, I'll go out and find someone to buy a ready-made one. The rest can be bought later. From now on, your aunt and uncle's house will be your own home. Just live there peacefully, okay?"

"Oh, I see."

Cui Jinhua called Wang Yiming with a heavy nasal voice,

"Xiao Ming, come quickly, come quickly, drink the malted milk, and then your aunt will go out to buy groceries and make something delicious tonight."

Wang Yiming looked at An Chong,

"Go quickly, your aunt is calling you."

"Here I am, aunt."

Wang Yiming, a poor lonely boy in the 21st century, settled down in the 60s.