Song Zhiwei felt great grief in her heart, as if someone was stabbing her heart with a knife. Every stab hurt her bone marrow. Her tears kept falling like broken beads. She walked toward her daughter with trembling lips, her voice choked with sobs, "Xiaoya· ··”

Fu Ya was shocked, trembling, turned around and buried herself in Fu Chenshi's arms.

Song Zhiwei stood beside the father and daughter at a loss. She wanted to hug her daughter and tell her that she would be a good mother this time, feed her and clothe her, care for her, love her, and accompany her to grow up.

"Song Zhiwei, stay away from us."

Fu Chenshi's eyes were cold, and he patted Fu Ya's back gently.

Song Zhiwei's tears became more intense.

She was the one who felt sorry for them. If she hadn't slept with Fu Chenshi in a daze, she accidentally became pregnant with Xiaoya. Out of responsibility, he married her and was entangled with the Song family, squeezing all the value out of her.

Fu Chenshi should have a better life, but because of her, she became disabled and could no longer stand.

Song Zhiwei's face turned pale, and she clutched her chest tightly. Her heart ached so much that she was suffocating. The high fever for days and the beating just now exhausted her little physical strength. Her eyesight turned black, and she watched the father and daughter's eyes gradually fade. Fuzzy, he fell down without warning.

Fu Chenshi paused and hugged Fu Ya. His disgusted and suspicious eyes fell on Song Zhiwei.

What drama did this woman and Zhao Laidi sing?

After getting married, he was so fed up with the greedy Song family that he was not willing to call her mom.

Fu Chenshi knew very well the virtues of the Song family. No matter whether Song Zhiwei beat Zhao Laidi, she would definitely come to cause trouble tomorrow at the latest. Thinking of this, Fu Chenshi's eyes became even colder.

Do you want him to divorce Song Zhiwei?

He couldn't ask for it.

Fu Chenshi would rather take care of his daughter than see the disgusting faces of the Song family.

After three years of marriage, he tolerated too much for the sake of his daughter, but unexpectedly it actually grew their hearts.

Secretly determined to wait until Jiang Guoqiang arrived at noon, he would immediately write a divorce agreement to satisfy the Song family's wishes.

Tomorrow, even if he has to crawl, he will go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to divorce Song Zhiwei.

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Song Zhiwei felt like she was soaking in water, rising and falling. When she regained consciousness and opened her eyes, her vision was filled with misty white air, and she was lying on her back floating in a pond.

She was startled and forced herself to calm down. She didn't want to drown in the water for no reason.

"This is where?"

Song Zhiwei turned her head and looked around, and found the grass not far away. She muttered something, started to paddle her limbs, and slowly moved towards the pond. No matter what, she had to get out of the water first. Floating on the water was not a problem.

The moment I climbed ashore, large and small water droplets rolled off my soaked clothes and pants, forming a circle of watermarks around my feet. The clothes became fresh and dry again, and even smelled good.

Song Zhiwei stared in surprise and blinked a few times, but she didn't understand the reason.

After standing there stupidly for a while, he put it aside, walked to the edge of the pond, stood on tiptoe, and stretched his neck to look at the image reflected in the water.

She wore a blue double-breasted short-sleeved shirt on her upper body, and a pair of baggy mud-colored pants with a big waist on her lower body, which were fastened with a bow tie at the waist. Her short, ear-length hair was dry and frizzy, like messy weeds. Fortunately, she had a good color. She has grand and delicate facial features, a straight nose, a pair of slightly upward cat eyes, bright and lively, and a dignified and soft appearance.

Looking around for a moment, Song Zhiwei discovered that the grassland under her feet did not cover a large area. There was only a small area near the pond. There was a light and surging white mist above her head. There was a very wide piece of land in the distance. The land was cut into different colors. There are small patches, including red, black, and the most common yellow. The soil in each patch looks very fertile.

At the end of the land is a double-story small building made of bamboo. There is a fence outside the building to separate the small building from the land. The right side of the small building is hidden in the misty white mist. There is a spring outside the courtyard on the left, which is gurgling. It kept gushing out, and both sides of the spring were also shrouded in white mist. Only the trickle of spring water flowed along a small gravel ditch to the pond where Song Zhiwei woke up.

After standing on the grass and waiting, Song Zhiwei suddenly realized something was wrong when she raised her hand. The translucent light gray palm looked wrong!

The dark pupils couldn't help but shrink, filled with panic.

how so?

As soon as her front legs were reborn, her back legs died and became a lonely ghost?

God, is it fun to play with her?

If she didn't see her ex-husband and daughter again, she would be dead. Anyway, she would die and she would have lived worse than an animal in her previous life. She didn't have any nostalgia in her heart, but just now, she saw them.

She was reborn and returned to the past. She had the opportunity to atone for her sins and make amends with them, but she lost it in the blink of an eye.

Why give her hope and then take it away so quickly?

Song Zhiwei was drained of all her strength in an instant, and she knelt down limply. She clutched her chest and became more and more sad as she thought about it. Tears fell down her throat. She raised her head and cried loudly, as if she wanted to cry out all the despair and pain in her life. .

Song Zhiwei moved her lips and murmured over and over again, "I want to get out, let me out."

The next moment, her eyes blurred as a powerful suction force came from an unknown space.

When I woke up again, half of the sky was dyed red by the sunset. Wild dogs in the countryside kept barking, causing people to yell at them loudly. In the evening, smoke rose from every house in the village, and the faint fragrance of rice wafted.

Moving her fingers and blinking, Song Zhiwei shivered while lying on the ground. Daxiang Village was located at the foot of the mountain. The temperature was low after the sun went down. She was a little cold in short sleeves.

He sat up with difficulty, raised his head, and met Fu Chenshi's cold and handsome eyes, as if looking at a stranger.

"woke up?"

He picked up a piece of letter paper at hand and shook it. Knowing that Song Zhiwei was illiterate, he said:

"I'll read the divorce agreement to you. If it's no problem, just sign it and we'll go to the county Civil Affairs Bureau to get the divorce tomorrow."

Thinking of the two marriage certificates lying quietly in the cabinet, Fu Chenshi felt extremely ironic. In the countryside in the 1970s, how could one go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a marriage certificate? Most people got married and held a wedding banquet to have friends and family eat. The marriage is complete.

The Song family was the only one who was afraid that he would run away and insisted on dragging him with Song Zhiwei to get a certificate. At that time, he thought that Song Zhiwei was pregnant before marriage and had a bad reputation. In order to prevent women in the village from gossiping, he followed the Song family's wishes and got a marriage certificate. .

Now they want to get divorced which is a troublesome thing.

Fu Chenshi held up the letter in his hand and waited for a long time, but he didn't see her making a sound. He frowned slightly and threw the letter on the table, showing some impatience, "Song Zhiwei, didn't you hear?"

Song Zhiwei remained silent, looking at the fluttering piece of letter paper on the table, she was stunned.