Back to 1980: Please Love Me Again

Chapter 2 Sister, I'm Sorry

After rushing to the door of the house, Zhao Wenmu suddenly didn't dare to step in.

The low and dilapidated adobe houses in front of me are still in my memory.

I really went back to 1980.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Wenmu pushed open the courtyard door, just in time to see Zhao Jing writing something on the table in the main room.

She was carrying a small swaddle on her back. The little girl was already hungry and was sleeping now.

The thin figure looked even thinner at this moment.

Hearing the movement, she turned her head and looked over, her eyes were full of despair and distress.

Zhao Wenmu only felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

In the previous life, Zhao Jing wrote this letter in desperation and helplessness, and then jumped off the cliff with her little daughter, right?
How desperate is it to let this tough and tenacious woman go to a dead end with her child who was born less than three months ago?
Thinking of this, he really wanted to slap himself, to kill Zhao Wenmu who forced his wife to death in the previous life.

Seeing that it was Zhao Wenmu, Zhao Jing hurriedly put away the pen and paper, and the look in her eyes quickly restrained.

Then there was a sharp look in her eyes.

She gently put down her little girl, rushed to Zhao Wenmu, and slapped him with a raised hand.

As soon as Zhao Wenmu's words came to his lips, he was beaten back.

Then she burst into tears, beating Zhao Wenmu with her head covering her face while crying.

At this moment, she didn't want to take her little girl to die. Little girl was her life, and no one could take her away!
Why did Zhao Wenmu take away her rice noodle money!
Her little girl is still hungry!
Thinking this way, she didn't realize it herself, and her attack became more and more serious.

By the time he realized it, Zhao Wenmu had already been beaten into a pig's head.

He didn't resist, nor tried to stop, just let Zhao Jing hit him on his body and face.

He even lowered his body a little to make it easier for Zhao Jing to fight.

Zhao Wenmu is nearly 1 meters tall, and looks relatively strong.And Zhao Jing is only 8 meters, even more emaciated.

But doing farm work all year round, Zhao Jing has slender and thin hands covered with rough calluses, and her strength is not small.

Zhao Jing was tired, so she put her hands on her face and continued to cry.

Zhao Wenmu hugged her in his arms and murmured:

"Sister, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

In fact, they had never been in close contact. The time Zhao Wenmu was pregnant with the little girl was also drunk, and had sex while half drunk and half awake.

After that, Zhao Wenmu never touched her again.

Zhao Jing cried for a while, and then slowly calmed down.

Realizing what happened, she hurriedly broke free from Zhao Wenmu's arms.

"Little brother, you, are you okay?"

She really panicked now, Zhao Wenmu's face was bruised and purple, and it was already swollen.

There were also shocking scratches on his calf.

Zhao Jing looked carefully, and there were many bloody footprints on the ground.

Only then did she notice that Zhao Wenmu had no shoes on one foot, and blood was still oozing out.

She immediately knelt down to look, and her eyes filled with tears again.

"Little brother, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Jing's tone could not stop feeling distressed.

Zhao Wenmu only felt warm in her heart, she always pretended to be herself in her heart, why was she so muddled in her previous life?
"Sister, I'm fine."

Only then did Zhao Jing realize that Zhao Wenmu had been calling her sister all the time. Since the two got married, Zhao Wenmu had never called her sister again. It was always "Zhao Jing" or "Hi".

She hurriedly fetched white wine and water, and cleaned the wounds on Zhao Wenmu's legs and soles.

Seeing the criss-crossing scars on the soles of Zhao Wenmu's feet, with deep bone-deep scars, he couldn't help but shed tears one by one.

"Little brother, let's go to the health center."

However, Zhao Wenmu was determined not to go. He knew that the family had no money, and he spent 6 of the 3 yuan, which should not be enough to buy rice noodles right now.

"Sister, it's okay, it just looks scary, it doesn't hurt at all."

Zhao Jing had no choice but to clean his wound carefully, and then bandaged him with the only white cotton cloth.

These cloths were supposed to be used to make diapers for the little girls.

She brought the shoes made for Zhao Wenmu and carefully put them on for him.

Zhao Jing makes one or two new pairs of shoes for Zhao Wenmu every year, but she has no new shoes for several years.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wenmu's eyes became moist again.

At this moment, the little girl burst into tears.

Zhao Jing hurried to make rice noodles for her, only then did she realize that the rice noodles were gone.

She stood there with a lonely expression.

Zhao Wenmu understood it all at once.

"Sister, you wait at home, I'm going to buy rice noodles."

He stood up and walked outside.

Just as he was about to step out of the door, Zhao Wenmu suddenly turned around and rushed back to Zhao Jing, grabbing Zhao Jing's hand.

"Sister, the 6 yuan and 3 yuan are with me, and I didn't spend them."

"I'm going to buy rice noodles right now, you wait for me!"

Zhao Jing's hand was thin, cold, and rough, but he really wanted to hold it like this and never let go.

"Ah."

Zhao Jing lowered her head shyly, but did not withdraw her hand.

The younger brother suddenly seemed to be a different person. Could it be because he was beaten up by himself?
Zhao Wenmu let go of her hand and immediately ran towards the small shop in the neighboring village.

"Little brother, slow down and be careful of the injury on your feet."

Behind him was Zhao Jing's anxious cry.

It's nice to have loved ones care!

The small store that sells rice noodles is a branch of the township supply and marketing cooperative, not far away in Sanlizhuang.

Because the operator is from Sanlizhuang, and the people who come to buy things are all from several nearby villages, everyone keeps their heads down and does not look up, so they can occasionally get a little money on credit.

A bag of rice noodles is 500 grams, and the price is 5 yuan.

In this day and age, a catty of meat only costs [-] to [-] cents, and rice noodles can be said to be quite expensive.

Milk powder is far more expensive than rice noodles. The supply and marketing cooperatives at the commune do not have milk powder. This is a precious item that only urbanites can afford.

Sure enough, milk powder is not cheap at any time.

Zhao Wenmu only had 3 yuan and 1 cents in his hand.

"Uncle Xu, I only have 3 yuan here, see if I can put it on credit first, and I will send it to you tomorrow."

Although Xu Laosan, who sells goods, knows that Zhao Wenmu is a well-known street sneaker, he often comes to buy things, and his credit is still very good.

He readily agreed.

When Zhao Wenmu arrived home with rice noodles, Zhao Jing was walking up and down the yard with her little daughter in her arms.

There is no way, the child will cry when he is hungry, so she can only distract the little girl as much as possible.

As he walked, he looked towards the door.

She was still worried that Zhao Wenmu took the money to buy wine or gamble.

Freezing three feet does not happen in a day, and it is still a long way to make her completely trust Zhao Wenmu.

Seeing Zhao Wenmu enter the door carrying rice noodles, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After Zhao Jing took the rice noodles, she scooped up a few spoonfuls of rice noodles and brewed them. After testing that the temperature was just right, she started feeding her little girl.

The little guy looked around curiously with his big black grape-like eyes.

Mouth gurgling and sucking hard.

When the little guy was full, he giggled.

A smile finally appeared on Zhao Jing's face.

Although Zhao Wenmu PUA Zhao Jing every day, saying she is ugly, in fact Zhao Jing is quite beautiful.

Although she wears two long village braids, she has a slender figure, straight legs, thin willow eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a small nose that is just right.

The chest is also just right.

His fair skin was slightly darkened due to prolonged exposure to the sun, but it was still a healthy wheat color.

Among the village girls everywhere, she is definitely the most beautiful existence.

Even compared with the sister-in-law in the city, she is not inferior at all.

Zhao Wenmu thought to himself, how blind he was in his previous life to say such things.

The little girl has perfectly inherited the advantages of her mother, and she will definitely be a little beauty in the future.

I failed to fulfill my responsibilities as a father in my previous life, so I must make up for it in this life.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand to pick up the little girl and cherish her.

However, he has never held a baby in his two lifetimes.

Looking at those pink and tender little arms and legs, he didn't know what to do, for fear of hurting his little nannie.

Seeing him eager to try but timid, Zhao Jing gently picked up the little girl, and gestured with her hands how to hold the baby.

Then he handed the little girl into his arms.

Holding this soft and waxy little life in his arms, Zhao Wenmu felt his heart was about to melt.

Smelling the scent of milk on the little girl's body, he felt that he was the happiest person in the world right now.

God treats me really well!

Give yourself this second chance.

He must let Zhao Jing and Xiaonuan live a good life.

Seeing Zhao Wenmu's intoxicated and happy expression, Zhao Jing was also happy from the bottom of her heart.

Since the little girl was born, Zhao Wenmu had never hugged her, and every time she saw Zhao Wenmu's disgusted eyes looking at herself and the little girl, she felt heartbroken.

But then she felt like her heart fell into an ice cave.

Why is Zhao Wenmu suddenly so nice to the little girl?

He doesn't want to sell his daughter, does he?

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(End of this chapter)