Reborn in 80s: the Night Before Divorce

"Cough cough cough cough..."

The rapid coughing almost made Song Zhiwei suffocate. Big beads of sweat slipped from her pale and thin cheeks. The old wooden bed creaked and creaked. Song Zhiwei opened her eyes with difficulty. She suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and her head seemed to be disturbed. It hurt like a broken piece.

After finally calming down her breathing, the scene in front of her gradually became clearer, and Song Zhiwei was completely stunned.

This familiar yet unfamiliar shabby roof, with tiny cracks in the tile roof, revealed a faint light. This was her former room.

Song Zhiwei was at a loss. She was obviously beaten to death on that moonless night, so why did she return to her home ten years ago when she opened her eyes?

In her previous life, she had been brainwashed from an early age to be filial to her parents, to be friendly to her brothers, to be willing to work for them, and to use all the money in the family to subsidize her parents' family. She could not see the difficulties of her ex-husband and daughter's life at all.

Later, her ex-husband broke both legs in an accident, and the family could not afford to go to the hospital for treatment. She became disabled and could no longer stand up. Seeing that they could no longer make money, the Song family encouraged her to divorce. She foolishly listened and became one of the abandoned husbands in the village. A bad woman.

The Song family also thought that her bad reputation would affect the family. Just after a month, they sold her and gave her away. From then on, she lived in a dark hell until her death.

Bang, bang!

There was a loud noise outside the room, accompanied by a familiar loud voice and unpleasant curses, awakening all the cells in Song Zhiwei's body.

"Fu Chenshi, you are a cripple who can kill a thousand swords. My girl has followed you for three years and given birth to you. Why are you still not satisfied?"

"How long are you going to drag her down?"

"Okay, it turns out that you educated youths are all like this. They are blood-sucking insects who lie on other people's bodies. They only know how to exploit our silly girls."

"I tell you today, you must divorce me from this marriage."

"Leave tomorrow!"

The tall, round-waisted woman stared with stern triangular eyes, pointed at the young man who was unable to sit on the stool, and cursed.

Song Zhiwei's mind exploded.

Zhao Laidi.

It was Zhao Laidi's voice.

Even if it turns into ashes, she dare not forget the voice.

Zhao Laidi...Song family...you all deserve to die.

The addictive scarlet gushed out from Song Zhiwei's eyes. She looked like a madman. She opened the door and picked up the nearest broom. It blew to her side like a whirlwind and hit Zhao Laidi with all her strength. Every blow made her scream. .

"You little bitch who can kill a thousand swords, open your eyes and see clearly, I am your mother."

"Hit me, are you crazy?"

Zhao Laidi's shrill screams echoed through the small courtyard.

Song Zhiwei felt sad when she thought about what happened in her previous life. As she listened to the yelling in her ears, evil fire surged up, almost burning through her soul. Compared with her pain, the pain that hit her was nothing. ?

Zhao Laidi deserves this, she deserves it.

"You little beast, stop it now. Who gave you the courage to hit me?"

"I'm telling you this is not over yet."

"You shameless little beast, you just know how to turn your elbows outward."

"For a man, you would beat your own mother. You are being unfilial."

Zhao Laidi's expression was distorted, her anger burst into the sky, she ran around the yard with her head in her hands, letting out ear-piercing screams as she ran.

Seeing the sudden abnormality of Song Zhiwei, who had always obeyed the Song family's advice, Fu Shichen's face was full of surprise, and his eyes became complicated and obscure.

After chasing Zhao Laidi until she was exhausted, Song Zhiwei was holding the broom and breathing heavily with no expression on her face. Her face was as pale as paper, and her pair of black cat eyes were staring straight at her, like a lonely soul crawling out of a village ghost. Wild ghost, looking at her, she felt chills all over her body, and a stream of cold air rushed from the soles of her feet along the blood vessels to Tianling Gai.

"Am I unfilial?" Song Zhiwei tilted her head and smiled sadly, her voice as erratic as if she came from the Nine Nether Hell, "I wish you could be 'filial' to death."

"Mom, don't worry. If you go, I will definitely burn paper money as a gift to you every Qingming Festival."

"Little beast, what do you mean?"

"Have your wings become stiff? Are you actually cursing us to death?"

Zhao Laidi was filled with hatred. Her face was stained with ash, black and yellow, and her exposed arms had many scars from the broom. Her fat body was trembling, and her expression was extremely ferocious.

Song Zhiwei raised her head, her empty eyes reflected the past, divorcing her ex-husband, abandoning her husband and daughter, being pushed into a bullock cart and left with others, the man's ruthless iron fist, and the bright red flowing out of the dark and cold yard.

They reappear one after another like a slideshow, accompanied by endless nightmares and blood.

"Yes, I'm just cursing you." Song Zhiwei straightened up, picked up the broom and swung it at her again, "I don't want to see you now, get out of here!"

Zhao Laidi backed up in shock, narrowly dodged the broom, and staggered out of the courtyard.

Looking at Song Zhiwei's blood-red eyes, Zhao Laidi was finally scared, "Little beast, just wait for me, I'll let your dad take care of you."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"why are you laughing?"

Under Zhao Laidi's astonished gaze, Song Zhiwei laughed until her eyes filled with tears, "Why am I laughing? Mom, you said I'm a beast, then who are you?"

"The beast's mother is also a beast, isn't she?"

Zhao Laidi choked, her breath stuck in her chest, her whole face turned the color of pig liver, she pointed at Song Zhiwei and said "you" for a long time, unable to say a complete sentence.

But Song Zhiwei didn't want to see her disgusted face, so she walked towards her step by step with the broom in hand. The pattering footsteps seemed to step on Zhao Laidi's heart.

She panicked and uttered harsh words as she ran, "Little... damn girl, today's things are not over yet. If you have the ability, you can see your father being so tough."

Zhao Laidi's face was full of sinister birds of prey. She looked at the striated clothes on her body and felt a great hatred in her heart.

Damn girl, when that person takes you away, you will have a lot of hard times.

Song Zhiwei stared blankly at Zhao Laidi's fleeing back. Outside the open door, the breeze rustled the branches. The villagers sat under the big tree and chatted. Women passing by glanced at her little girl from time to time. Courtyard, face full of gossip.

He frowned slightly and closed the door with a bang, blocking out the inquiring eyes from outside.

Turning around, two figures, one large and one small, came into view, her ex-husband and daughter.

Song Zhiwei's eyes were stained with tears, and she thanked God for giving her a chance to be reborn, returning to the day before she divorced her ex-husband in her previous life.

Fu Chenshi was handsome and thin. He sat upright and wore an old shirt that had been washed white. Even though his legs were hanging weakly, he still couldn't hide his noble temperament and brilliance.

Song Zhiwei passed over him and landed on her daughter. The little girl was crookedly wearing ill-fitting and patched tattered clothes. Her exposed arms were skinny and skinny, with no flesh on her face. Her cheeks were sunken, and her eyes were as big as black grapes. Her hair was dry and frizzy, and she was like a frightened little rabbit, looking at her from under her long eyelashes with fear and resistance.