Reborn in 1993, after divorce, life became a mess

2023.

The eighth day of the first lunar month.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

The sky is clear and the sun is shining.

The rare good weather in Beijing.

Na Liwen was wandering alone on the street, looking here and there, trying to find a suitable shop to open a dumpling restaurant.

Because the Chinese New Year had just ended, there were not many pedestrians and vehicles on the street.

"I've been looking forward to you for so long, I've been thinking about you for so long..." A cheerful cell phone ringtone rang.

She took out her cell phone from her coat pocket and saw that it was a call from her sister in Kunming.

then.

She walked on the side of the road and answered the phone.

"Hey——Sister..."

"Oh my god——"

The black car parked on the side of the road started quietly like a ghost.

Na Liwen, who was answering the phone, was startled.

because.

She was next to the front wheel of the car.

and so.

She took a step back reflexively.

Why is it so small?

An electric tricycle came quickly, and the front of the car passed by. The big butt of the car rubbed her lower back and scratched the hem of her down jacket.

"Hey~ stop the car, stop the car."

Li Wen stumbled forward as he was being led, and was dragged away involuntarily, making her scream loudly in fright.

"Squeak-"

The electric tricycle stopped, and the driver turned around to see the wrinkles on his face and the white hair blowing in the wind. He was over eighty years old.

This was the image that Li Wen saw at a glance, and he only had time to take a look at it.

The speeding electric car suddenly stopped, and the inertia caused her to continue forward. She hit the rear of the tricycle, and then rebounded, throwing her backwards.

"Stab-" The sound of the down jacket breaking.

"Bang--" The sound of the back of his head hitting the concrete floor.

Suddenly.

Her eyes flashed brightly, then turned yellow and then turned black.

Before she fell into darkness, she was still mumbling: Old man, how old are you? You drive an electric tricycle like a motorcycle. You drive so fast. If you die, don’t take me with you...

Yabu City is a county-level city located in the northern fourth tier of Tutu Country.

Heavy snow has covered the ground.

The north wind blows, and the snowflakes float.

Large snowflakes swirled vigorously in the wind, and then fell unwillingly on the ground, houses, and even bare branches.

As a result, everything was silvery white.

It was just five o'clock, and the sky above Yabu City was already black and blue.

Wisps of smoke rose from the chimneys of each house, and were quickly blown away by the north wind.

In a room on the first floor of a self-built second floor, Li Wen was lying on a big kang with a lifeless look on his face, staring at a stick above his head.

It was a lamp stick shining with dazzling white light.

This kind of light stick can only be seen in hospitals in the 21st century.

just now.

Just hanging on the snow-white ceiling.

When Na Liwen opened his eyes, he originally thought he was in the hospital.

but.

A fat three-year-old baby next to her told her with his loud cry: You are wrong, this is not a hospital, this is at home.

and.

She was reborn.

because.

The fat baby grabbed her arm and called "Mom".

The fat baby's face is obviously what her son looked like when he was three years old, and the loud cry is also standard for her son.

Who would have thought.

last moment.

She was just frightened by a car that started suddenly on the streets of the capital, and was scratched and fell by a tricycle.

next moment.

This fall sent her here at the speed of light.

Really.

Quite unlucky enough.

"Stop howling, please!"

Na Liwen said weakly.

Hearing her mother's response, the fat baby immediately stopped howling loudly, blinked his big watery eyes, walked up to her and said, "Mom is awake? My father was evil and beat my mother to death..." ··”

Na Liwen: "······"

I am dead.

I'm alive again.

"Son, please stop talking nonsense. I didn't hit your mother. It was your mother who was obviously trying to hit me. She couldn't do it and was so anxious that she fainted..."

The male voice argued eagerly.

Na Liwen watched with tearful eyes and listened with ringing ears. His memories gradually came back, and fragments flashed in his mind:

"Did you get the money back this time?" The young and beautiful woman asked the man Zhang Zijian with a hopeful look on her face as she sat at the dinner table.

At this time, she was still called Na Liwen, a very feminine name.

That Li Wen was changed later.

Zhang Zijian, who had just picked up his chopsticks and rice bowl, glared at her dissatisfiedly and said: "You are really the one who asked me about money as soon as we met, why can't you care about whether I have been working hard outside these days?

Look how nice I am to you. The boss invited guests to the restaurant for dinner, but I didn’t even eat there. I quickly took the opportunity to order a plate of your favorite pot-wrapped pork and brought it back.

I was still thinking about having a meal with you two at home and then picking up the boss. You are really disappointing. If I had known I would not come back to eat. It would be better to eat in a restaurant..."

After Na Liwen heard his words, her blood surged instantly and she raised her foot and kicked towards the small dining table.

"Crash-"

The table fell to the ground, and the plates and bowls on it fell to the ground with a crash, and juice suddenly flowed across the floor. There was a rice bowl spinning on the ground, doing an unknown dance, and was finally blocked by the legs of the sofa and held there.

"It's not fun, isn't it? Just don't eat it. Get out of here right away. Go find someone who doesn't spoil your fun."

Her chest heaved violently, her red eyes stared at Zhang Zijian and she shouted hysterically.

Zhang Zijian is a fat little man. Even though he is fat, he is a flexible fat man.

When Na Liwen kicked the table over, she saw him holding the chopsticks in his left hand and the rice bowl in his right hand, moving gracefully and hiding to the side without the juice getting on him.

It was pity for the small and exquisite round dining table. Na Liwen kicked it to the ground and fell to the hard cement floor. It was so painful that it opened a gap and made him grin.

"Are you crazy?"

Zhang Zijian hunched his neck and hid in the corner, staring at all this in stunned silence. It took him a long time before he yelled at Li Wen.

"You...you still dare to yell at me?

Yes, I am crazy, crazy, and make you mad. "

Na Liwen used strength in this kick. Her body was already weak, but now she was so tired that she was gasping for breath. The long hair that was loosely tied was also scattered, and her hair was disheveled like a female ghost.

Zhang Zijian's roar made him even crazier, his facial features distorted as if he wanted to eat someone, so frightened that the fat son sitting beside him covered his eyes.

"Man, you, you, are without home all day long, and you don't take money home either, and you and I are seeing no food at all.

Me, why should I ask you for food? ah?

Did you know that we two have been eating baked potatoes for several days?

They say that when you marry a man, you must dress and eat, so just let us eat this.

If you can't keep us fed, just give us a good word and I'll take my son to find another home. "

Angry and annoyed, she spoke indiscriminately.

"I hear you come back all day long and say that the boss takes you to restaurants and dance halls. Ah, then you have money? Even one visit is enough for your salary.

Tell me, are you pretending to be fat again and telling others that you are not in a hurry to wait for the money to be spent, and that you will be paid when you have enough money? "

Zhang Zijian was still staring after hearing the first half of the sentence, but when he heard the second half, he immediately lowered his head with guilt.

When Liwen saw what she didn't understand, her tears immediately flowed down uncontrollably, and she murmured: "I knew it, I knew it was like this... I can't make it through. I can’t live this life.”

The three-year-old son, who was sitting on the kang and was originally frightened, heard his mother cry. He immediately climbed down on his hands and knees, walked to Zhang Zijian with his little straw sandals, and waved his chubby hands to beat him.

"Tease (beat) you, your father is bad, you make your mother cry..."

The little guy stood up with round eyes, pouting his little mouth and yelling vaguely.

Zhang Zijian was so angry that his son dared to beat him.

He raised his leg and kicked his son's buttocks, and cursed: "You little bastard, you dare to hit me. I'm your real father, and you're just kidding me if you hit me."

Although it seemed to him that he didn't exert any force, his son was still too young after all. As soon as the kick came down, his son staggered forward and fell to the ground, almost getting hit by the debris.

The son lay on the ground, looked up at Li Wen, and started to cry "wow, wow, wow" in grievance.

Na Liwen, who was wiping her tears, looked up and saw this scene. She immediately jumped off the kang with her bare feet like an angry female leopard, stepping on the mess on the ground, and rushed forward and stretched out her hand to scratch Zhang Zijian.

"Asshole, you not only scolded your son but also hit him.

Why hit him when he was angry with me?

He is still so young, you can do it.

Son of a bitch!

What qualifications do you have to beat the son I gave birth to? "

Zhang Zijian didn't take precautions, and his cheeks immediately turned red.

"Ah! You...you tigress, look, look, your face is bleeding from scratching me.

·······Oh, you still kicked me, why did you kick me on my lifeblood?

Ouch, I even bit it down...

Help, mom, come on, madman, madman...

Ah, you're still so angry that you're so angry, how could you be like this? I'm the one who's hurt, okay?

Wake up quickly, you are just a bastard, okay?"

Na Liwen was restrained by the man's hands and feet and couldn't hit anyone. In anger, she tilted her head and closed her eyes and fainted.

······

Half an hour later.

Thirty years later, Na Liwen fell over.

She was lying on the kang, covering herself with a large quilt that weighed ten kilograms. There was still an IV drip on her left wrist, and she couldn't move.

She was puzzled and looked up to ask the sky.

What the hell.

Bad luck.

Why let her be reborn?

God!

What sin has she committed? ? ?

just.

What caught my eye was not the sky, but the pale stick on the ceiling...