Reborn 1980: Cannon fodder mother changes her life against fate

One roommate couldn't stand Zhang Fu's behavior, so he turned his head and muttered, "Flattery."

"No, I can go by myself." Song Zhiyu stood up with a distant smile and walked to the water room.

The atmosphere in the dormitory was once again subtle. Zhang Fu paused and then went out.

The remaining roommates looked at each other, then shook their heads in unison and smiled knowingly.

Tang Hao raised his hand to hold the mirror frame and asked his roommate who was reading professional books next to him, "It's time for dinner, can you leave?"

The roommate nodded and they went out together.

Song Zhiyu didn't stay in the dormitory for long after getting the water. The weather was hot and there were many people in a room, so a fan alone wouldn't have much effect.

While going down the stairs, he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Yi Ling: "Have you eaten yet? I'll treat you."

Yi Ling was studying at the Renmin University, and his father also provided him with a mobility scooter, so he could drive there in a few minutes.

As he expected, the message came back immediately: OK, wait for me at the school gate.

Song Zhiyu walked slowly on campus with one hand in his trouser pocket, and the female students who passed him couldn't help but cast their eyes on him.

He was used to this kind of sight. He estimated the time in his mind and strode towards the school gate.

Sitting in Yi Ling's car, Yi Ling scanned him from top to bottom and joked, "I can see a bunch of fangirls."

"It's been two months since school started, and you haven't met anyone who's excited?"

"Tsk, let's drive. Isn't it nice to block the door?" He hit his friend with his elbow in a rather impatient tone.

The car started slowly, driving very slowly to avoid the crowd.

While looking at both rearview mirrors, he asked, "Where to eat? I want a big meal, don't fool me with a small restaurant."

"In your eyes, am I just that stingy person?... Don't worry." He leaned back his chair to a comfortable angle and said lazily, "What a feast."

Under Song Zhiyu's humanoid navigation command, Yi Ling turned the steering wheel, turned left and right, and finally stopped in front of a bamboo house far away from the main street.

After parking the car, the two walked through the fence corridor and came to the arched door. The waiter said, "Welcome. How many guests are there?"

Song Zhiyu had been here twice, and he walked inside with familiarity and said to the waiter, "You two, find us a better seat."

There is another world in the bamboo house. The space is wide. In addition to the cashier in the lobby, there are several small boxes separated. On the other side of the corridor is a large room that is opened up. There are no tiles on it, and it is very bright when the sky lights up.

Song Zhiyu designated a four-person seat in the partition. The waiter had a very good attitude and always served them with a smile and presented the menu.

"Give it to him", he raised his chin slightly and signaled the waiter to pass the menu to Yi Ling opposite.

Yi Ling was really not polite, he knew his good brother's "family background", and the dishes he ordered were all the store's signature dishes, which were extremely expensive.

After pouring tea into their cups, Song Zhiyu picked up the cup to moisten his throat and said, "How is Aunt Yi lately? Is she feeling well?"

Yi Ling drank the tea for a moment, then raised her head and drank it all, and said, "It's not bad... My dad is getting married next month. I haven't told my mom about it yet, because I'm afraid she won't be able to bear it."

"Marry who?"

Yi Ling sneered, her eyes filled with ice-cold chill.

Song Zhiyu understood immediately and sighed, "I really underestimate her. She seems to be a few years older than the two of us."

Yi Ling's father cheated on his son when he was in the third year of junior high school. The adopted lover was 13 years younger than him. Perhaps because of his youth and the fact that the little woman was so good at controlling men, she always liked to act coquettishly. Yi's father doted on her very much. .

When Yi Ling was in her second year of high school, her mother discovered this.

Yi's mother came to the house with two bodyguards and beat the mistress until her nose was bruised and her face was swollen. When Yi's father arrived, the three of them fought together.

I don't know what happened later, but Yi's father was so overwhelmed by his mistress's confession of true love that he wanted a divorce.

After the incident got serious, both parents called and warned that they could get divorced but had to wait until Xiaoling's college entrance examination was over.

Yi's father cheated first, so he must divide [-]% of the joint property during the marriage to Yi's mother.

Yi's mother's family was not a vegetarian, and Yi's father had transferred part of his property long ago. He was originally unwilling to do so, but under the influence of his mistress, he had no choice but to agree.

After the college entrance examination, Yi's father planned to return to Hong Kong City to develop his career, and he earnestly asked his son to follow him. The universities there were better than here.

Yi Ling was unwilling and calmly replied to his father that he wanted to stay with his mother, and Hong Kong City was not his hometown, so he had no good impressions of it.

"The dishes for both of you have been served." The waiter took off the pen from his pocket and made a quick stroke. "If you need anything, you can call me at any time." Then he returned to his original position.

Song Zhiyu smiled politely and said to Yi Ling, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's eat food."

The taste buds on the tip of the tongue were completely opened, and each of the two young men could eat better than the other. It must be said that delicious food can cure everything.

While we were enjoying our meal here, there was suddenly the sound of a quarrel outside, followed by the sound of chairs being kicked away.

Yi Ling frowned and squinted her eyes to look through the cracks in the bamboo.

It was two girls surrounded by several men in front of the dining table, with wooden chairs lying on the floor next to them.

The slightly frail and slender girl among them stretched out her arms to block her companions, and said with a stubborn look, "Zhang Xiao, this is a civilized society. Don't think that you can do whatever you want outside if you have a little money at home!"

Zhang Xiao, who was wearing a leather jacket, turned his head and glanced at the younger brother next to him. The younger brother smiled playfully, as if he had heard a particularly interesting joke, and took two steps forward casually.

He smiled crookedly and said, "Brother Xiao, she actually said you can't do whatever you want outside?"

Zhang Xiao pretended to be pretentious and wiped off his side-parted bangs, and put a hand on the girl's shoulder. The girl stepped back and struggled, "What are you doing!"

He watched as several men surrounded the two girls and tried to take them away.

Yi Ling turned to look at Song Zhiyu, who was still eating food indifferently across from him. He didn't believe that this person couldn't hear such a loud commotion outside.

"Do you want to draw your sword and help?"

Throwing the picked ribs into his mouth, Song Zhiyu muttered, "Wait until I finish eating."

After being coerced out of the bamboo house, the two girls were so frightened that they shouted for help.Most of the other diners were in a wait-and-see mode, wanting to take care of it but fearing that there would be too many people there and worrying that they would not be able to take care of this business.

Zhang Xiao sneered, wrapped his arms around the girl who was blocked by the thin girl just now, leaned over and said softly, "Don't act like a chaste martyr, I just want to get to know you and make friends."

"Hey, friend, if anyone wants to be friends with you, let go of Xiaojie," the thin girl replied fiercely.

After being interrupted several times, Zhang Xiao lost his temper and shouted angrily, "Shut up, I don't hit women."

The cold eyes swept across her face, and the girl trembled in fright.

Just as they were about to leave the street and turn down the alley, a voice came from behind, "Hey, I'm calling you."