I don’t want to be an idol when I’m reborn

On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, Jiang Chuwei cleaned Zhang Hongmei's room thoroughly.

Three garbage bags were used alone. Medicines were placed on the dressing table. The cosmetics also changed from a sloppy look to a neat appearance. The quilts were folded and piled on the bed. Bedsheets and pillow towels are put in the washing machine for cleaning.

"Are you free soon?" Jiang Chuwei called the small advertisement on the door.

"No, there are two more companies today. I will go back to my hometown after finishing this."

"I'll add 100 yuan more."

"Okay! I'll be there at 6pm!"

Jiang Chuwei called a cleaning lady because she really couldn't clean the glass.

There is a thick layer of soil, and you can feel the "gift" of sand and dust just by touching it with your fingertips.

Zhang Hongmei became her aunt's supervisor, while Jiang Chuwei was in the kitchen counting the spices to be used tomorrow.

Being careless, Jiang Chuwei looked at the expired condiments and fell into deep thought.

There was nothing expired in the kitchen, probably just those packets of instant noodles. Zhang Hongmei has never been interested in cooking since she became ill. She often buys food outside and rarely cooks by herself.

The seasonings needed to be bought now, so Jiang Chuwei recorded all the seasonings he needed to buy on his phone.

"I'm going out." Jiang Chuwei picked up a garbage bag filled with expired seasonings, "I'll be back in a while."

Jiang Chuwei was walking on the street, and the street lights turned on. She walked into a chain supermarket and pushed a shopping cart to buy seasonings.

"Jiang...Jiang Chuwei?"

Jiang Chuwei followed the voice and looked over. The man looked very familiar. He seemed to be a theater fan.

"you are?"

"I'm a fan of Hu Jiaxuan. You may not know me. You go shopping first, I'm leaving!"

The fans ran away as fast as they could, leaving Jiang Chuwei alone in the condiment area to slowly select.

Well, it seems that he is a real fan.

Normal fans of CD Girls don't like to meet their idols in private. They like to keep a distance. If there is no sense of distance, what is the difference between a little idol and the sister next door. Only by respecting the sense of distance and giving each other space can we better support them.

After checking out and going home, Jiang Chuwei was carrying big and small bottles, and there were clinking sounds in the bag from time to time. When I walked home, the cleaning lady had already finished cleaning two windows.

Looking at the bright windows, Jiang Chuwei's mood improved. The lights of thousands of houses outside brought a sense of happiness of family reunion to the city.

This house was sold in 2018, before Jiang Chuwei was reborn. Zhang Hongmei lived in the flat floor with river view that she had longed for for a long time. Although the area was larger, there was no need to hire a nanny. Zhang Hongmei cleaned here and there every day. It's completely different from the lazy look now.

Early in the morning on New Year's Eve, Jiang Chuwei was awakened by the crackling of firecrackers downstairs. She yawned while mixing the meat fillings, took out the marinated chicken wings, and cut into bean skins.

Sixi meatballs were the first to come out of the pan, and the aroma instantly filled the whole room. Zhang Hongmei looked at the tempting Sixi meatballs and clapped her hands: "My dear, your cooking skills are amazing."

Jiang Chuwei made five or six of them and let Zhang Hongmei taste them first.

“Beautiful and delicious!”

Jiang Chuwei fried the chicken wings for the first time, then saved them for the second time and fried them again at his uncle's house.

For the remaining shredded pork in Beijing sauce, she just mixed the sauce, rolled up the tofu skin and vegetables, and the shredded pork was fried freshly at her uncle's house.

After packing the ingredients, Jiang Chuwei got on Zhang Hongmei's electric car.

After riding for about ten minutes, they arrived at their uncle's house. The two families are very close to each other, but Zhang Hongmei doesn't go there much except for Chinese New Year and holidays.

"Wei Wei is back!" Uncle Zhang Hongtao smiled and waved to Jiang Chu Wei, "Come and eat watermelon!"

Zhang Hongmei took off her clothes and followed her aunt into the kitchen to get busy.

"Uncle." Jiang Chuwei nibbled on the watermelon, "How much money did my mother ask you for?"

The uncle quickly hissed: "Keep your voice down, your aunt doesn't know."

"This……"

"I lent all the private money I saved over the years to your mother."

Jiang Chuwei recalled that her uncle had never mentioned this matter before she was reborn. Later, when Jiang Chuwei became rich, her uncle was discovered by her aunt about hiding private money. However, Zhang Hongmei was quite ungrateful and followed her aunt in scolding her uncle. At that time, her uncle called Jiang Chuwei and scolded Zhang Hongmei, "My heart is so cold. Didn't your mother forget that if I hadn't saved my private money and lent it to her, all her money would be gone?" Can not afford".

Jiang Chuwei later bought a series of massage chairs, Moutai, and ginseng for his uncle, and then he was able to coax him.

"Uncle, I can't promise you now, but when I have money, I will pay it back to you." Jiang Chu sighed slightly, "But can you help me persuade her to stop playing cards?"

Zhang Hongtao forced out a wry smile: "I can't persuade her. As you know, her condition has deteriorated a lot since your parents divorced."

"Speaking of which, I am also responsible. From the beginning, I thought that bastard Jiang Heng didn't like the second sister that much."

"Huh?" Jiang Chuwei continued to ask, "Tell me more specifically?"

"When they got married, Jiang Heng's smile was not natural at all, as if he was coercing him." Zhang Hongtao remembered something, "I wish I had broken them up earlier. But then you might be born without a father." ”

"Am I not a premature baby?" Jiang Chuwei caught the information revealed in his uncle's words, "Before they got married, my mother was already pregnant?"

Zhang Hongtao was also shocked: "Have you ever seen a premature baby weighing 6 pounds and 8 taels? Your mother said you were a premature baby?"

"Yes."

"I don't know what she was thinking. Maybe she wanted to save face. It was really not nice to tell people about pregnancy before marriage in those days. But you are 18 now, so it doesn't matter if you know this." Zhang Hongtao changed the subject, "But don't do it to me. What about pregnancy before marriage? I can break that kid."

"Don't worry, uncle."

Not to mention that Jiang Chuwei was pregnant before marriage, she was already 28 before she was reborn, and she was still playing solo. Before the age of 18, no one chased her. After the age of 18, she was obsessed with her career and couldn't help herself.

The amount of information today was too great. Jiang Chuwei subverted her knowledge. She never knew that she was born at full term. She always thought that she was born prematurely.

So, what is the truth?

At this time, my aunt called Jiang Chuwei: "Weiwei, your food can be fried here!"

Jiang Chuwei got up and went to the kitchen. She suppressed her emotions, and Zhang Xuan was amazed by her handsome swing.

"Sister, can you teach me something?"

"Just save your little arms and legs!"

A table of delicious food, Jian Nanchun, Coke, uncle, aunt, and Zhang Hongmei all poured white wine. Grandma drank Coke with Zhang Xuan and Jiang Chuwei.

"Let me say a few words!" The uncle was a little drunk. "In the new year, I wish us Chuwei a successful career. I wish us Xuanxuan success in our studies. I will drink this cup... Now! You are free to do whatever you want!"

"Okay!" Jiang Chu smiled and looked at his uncle's red face.

The WeChat group has been making noises, oh, Mr. Wu has spoken.

[Girls, are you ready? At 14: sharp, we are here to grab red envelopes! 】

Li Shuqin: [What time is 14 o'clock? I'm jet lagged! 】