Fast time travel: He made up for his mistakes in the plane

Extra - Song Yuan

My name is Song Yuan, this year... Well, it doesn't matter how old I am, I'm going to die anyway, so what does it matter how old I am, can I still be resurrected?

Speaking of which, I don’t know whether it’s luck or a punishment from God that I can live to this age.

It's snowing outside again.

The wind was blowing fiercely, whistling through the dilapidated door panels, scrambling for space, and getting in every hole.

I feel very cold.

I wanted to reach out and pull up the quilt.

But there was no strength at all.

Ah, I forgot, I don’t have a quilt at all. Even the rotten cotton batting with holes in it that was colder than a stone and covered my body like a coffin board was snatched away by my second son a few days ago.

Thinking of this, I shrank into the straw pile.

My feet are so cold that I can’t feel them anymore.

This winter seems to be particularly cold, chilling to the core.

In a daze, it seemed like it wasn't that cold anymore.

It was as if someone had put a thick silk quilt on my body. The quilt was extra warm and made of satin. It had an indigo blue base and light cloud patterns embroidered on it. It felt smooth and delicate.
  Satin.
  Since I returned to Tianjiacun, I have never touched such precious things.

Why?

I have no money.

Can he come back if he has money? Returning to this place where there was nothing and where he had desperately tried to hide and flee from when he was young?
  At any rate, there are still two shabby houses and a few acres of fields here to be self-sufficient.

Prices in Beijing are too high!
  He doesn't have a living.

I originally wanted to lean against the big tree to enjoy the shade, but unexpectedly the tree ran away!

Sorry!

The whole family needs to eat and drink again.

All the money he finally saved was spent within a few years.

Selling the yard again
  Moved from the outer city to the suburbs of Beijing.

Sell ​​slaves, sell concubines.
  After going round and round, I finally returned to Tianjiacun.

After the eldest son got married, he moved out with Zhou. He hated him and hated him for abandoning him when he was young. He never came back after moving away.

But Zhou didn't fare well either.

His son was disgusted and his daughter-in-law looked down upon him. When he got sick, no one called a doctor. He coughed all autumn and went to the mountains to find herbs to eat. He stayed up for half a year. He died on a spring night a few years ago.

Speaking of Zhou, he couldn't help laughing.

That's an interesting person too.

Seeing that he had no money, he actually wanted to go back to Lin Shan. In the end, the tigress of the Lin family drove him out with a stick and was humiliated.

Several times he laughed out loud in his sleep.

"A wealthy family, a wealthy family."

He shouted twice, "I'm hungry, I'm cold, I want to drink hot soup."

Drink the piping hot broth.

Sprinkle some salt inside, add chopped green onion, throw in a few coriander, and let it steam
  what.
  Just thinking about it made him feel happy.

The sounds outside the house stopped, and then someone said, "You're not dead yet. Come back tomorrow."

"Second brother, wait for me."

The footsteps went away.

He listened for a long time, and there was nothing but the rustling sound of snow falling on the thatch.

Where are the sons?

Oh, I probably went back to make soup for him.

His favorite among the three sons is the second. The second is the eldest son of the Yu family. He is smart and clever. When his life was not messed up, he was the eldest son who he had high hopes for. He put in a lot of effort.

Who knows
  Later, Mrs. Yu remarried.

The second son hated him and felt that it was his deliberate coaxing that brought the family to this point.

The younger son hates him even more.

After all, he sold his youngest son's mother, one of his two concubines.

The younger son was already eight or nine years old at that time.

I watched Yapo dragging my biological mother away with my own eyes, looking at the few pieces of silver in my biological father's hand, and listening to the pitiful crying that slowly disappeared, and I would never see her again for the rest of my life.

Mother and son are separated forever.

What can he do. Is the family waiting to starve to death?
  Before leaving the capital, he went to the Minister of Industry's house and stood quietly watching from a distance.

It took a long time before he turned around and left.

Ah Shi, where are you? Do you know that your brother is having such a hard time?
  He really wanted to cry.

Life in Tianjia Village was not easy either.

Everyone looks down on him, which shows that what he did before has been spread widely.

The two daughters were hastily married off.

Even the dowry was very pitiful. After getting married, she never came back.

Later, he heard that his second daughter died during childbirth.
  Some people say that a person's blessings in this life are fixed. If you enjoy them in advance, you will have to pay them back twice as much later.

The wind and snow outside are getting heavier and heavier.

The snowflakes fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

I know, I can't wait for that bowl of broth, I'm leaving.

Song Yuan is dead.

finally died.

His death seemed to put an end to the grievances of this generation.

It snowed heavily for several days.

Song Jiahao took a look, stood by the broken window, and looked at his father who was huddled in the straw in the dark room without moving for a long time. He rubbed his hands vigorously, turned and walked in the other direction.

He was going to inform the boss and the third child.

This is not his father alone, and he cannot dig the hole alone.

coffin?

Forget it!
  The living people have nothing to eat and sleep on wooden boards. How can the dead enjoy it?

It's all going to be buried in the soil anyway.
  He thought that a layer of straw would be enough.

I think the boss and the third boss will agree.

It doesn't matter if you don't agree. Whoever disagrees can just pay for the funeral.

Song Yuan's death caused no ripples in the village.

Winter is always a test for the elderly.

And many old people can't survive it.

Song Yuan has lived long enough.

To be able to live for such a long time after committing so many sins shows that God has treated him well!

Extra - Mr. Xiao Song

My name is Song Shi, I am fifty-seven years old this year, and I think I am going to die.

Otherwise, why do I keep dreaming about the past lately?

The old man said that dreaming about the past means looking back on the past. This life is coming to an end.

I have nothing to regret.

The revenge of the previous life has been avenged.

At least, I choose to stop here.

The boss was still a little unfinished and asked me if I really didn’t want to continue?
  I shook my head.

I think it's ok.

The boss called me a dead mother.

If you say you want to put it on him, isn't it a fake death? What a fake death, let him die immediately.

But I can't do it.

I thought, enough is enough.

Song Yuan wanted money, wanted to live a better life, and wanted to change his appearance.
  It is enough to take away all the things he cares about. If he can live a good life in the future and live a steady and stable life, that will be God's will.

God's will.
  God's trick!
  Who would have thought that he would have a chance to come back even though he was already dead.

Eyelids are so heavy
  I can't open it no matter what.

so tired.
  I feel like my body is sinking, just like that, sink to the bottom.
  He really wanted to rest.

In the blur, I seemed to see a group of children laughing and playing in the morning light in a green field, running into the distance and into the light.
  so good.
  If, if his brother had not left, if the news of his death had not come, if Zhou had not had the desire to be rich, if...

No if.