On the second day, Ling Xiaowei suddenly woke up with the sound of crackling firecrackers! The eyes that couldn't be opened last night suddenly opened today! Everything that came into view was familiar and unfamiliar.
The eaves are hung with spider webs, the walls are mottled and dusty, the bed is covered with newspapers, the quilt cover is made of coarse cloth, the yellowish white quilt is thick but hard, and there are shabby old clothes placed by the window.
Old red painted table, the only decent furniture is a yellow wardrobe with a mirror.
The ground was still muddy, and there was a white porcelain basin on the ground. The water in the basin was frozen, and the black towel on top was frozen and hard.
Isn't this the home I lived in when I was a child? A poor home without any decent furniture. In the winter, the home is as cold as an ice cellar.
Suddenly her nose felt sore, her eyes became hot, and she murmured: "Impossible! This is impossible!"
Her home was demolished more than ten years ago, and she no longer has a home!
What... is going on! She is dreaming! She moved her hands under the quilt, and when she could move, she stretched out her hand and pinched her thigh, and she grinned and screamed in pain.
When she opened her mouth, the breath she exhaled turned into a burst of white mist! This is winter! In the cold winter, Ling Xiaowei hates winter the most, because every winter, her hands will get frostbite and cracks.
At this moment, her hand suddenly became itchy, and she couldn't help but scratch it. She accidentally scratched her hand, and Ling Xiaowei suddenly screamed in pain.
It hurts so much!
No! She could feel the pain, and the pain was so real. This... was not a dream! She was reborn! She was back in the 1980s, when she was young. "This is real! Woo hoo...
She was actually reborn!" Ling Xiaowei hid in the bed and started to cry.
"Ling Xiaowei, why don't you get up quickly? You have a new mother and a younger brother!" Suddenly a gloating laugh sounded in my ears.
"Ling Xiaowei, are you just lying in bed crying? Hahaha... My mother said that children with stepmothers are the most pitiful. You will be miserable in the future!"
Ling Xiaowei wiped her tears, and then got her head out of the bed. She saw an eleven or twelve-year-old girl standing in front of the bed, with a ponytail, a runny nose, and two clusters of plateau red on her face.
He wears a patched red cotton-padded jacket and fat blue cotton trousers underneath.
Isn’t this my cousin Ling Chunxia, who is a few months older than me?
I'm really reborn! It seems like I'm back when I was eleven years old!
No! Ling Chunxia just said that her new mother is here! No! She must not let Zhang Cuifen enter this house.
Ling Xiaowei immediately sat up from the bed, but what followed was a wave of dizziness and a biting cold! The winter in this era is the coldest. The snow in winter can reach up to the knees. Ice is hanging on the roof, and the river is cold.
The ice is so thick that people can walk through it.
Ling Xiaowei shivered from the cold and looked for her clothes on the bed.
"Ling Xiaowei, your clothes are here!" Ling Chunxia took a patched red cotton-padded jacket similar to hers from the cabinet next to the bed.
"I gave these clothes to you! They are all in tatters!" Ling Chunxia said with disgust. Then she threw the clothes to Ling Xiaowei.
The clothes she owns are indeed leftovers from Ling Chunxia for her.
"When it comes to the Chinese New Year, my mother said she is going to town to buy me new clothes. When the time comes, I will give you this one." Ling Chunxia said proudly.
Ling Xiaowei ignored Ling Chunxia's sarcasm and just put on her clothes, climbed out of bed and put on her cotton shoes.
