[The 1970s + two people transmigrating + mind reading + rural Henan + New Year celebrations + bickering couple]
Jiang Ning transmigrates into the tragic novel she wrote, becoming the supporting character with the same name, who is beaten to death by her abusive husband on New Year’s Eve.
On New Year’s Eve, snow falls thickly outside, and inside, the house is bare. Looking at the scumbag passed out drunk on the heated brick bed, Jiang Ning gives a cold laugh and picks up a bowl of specially prepared “herbal medicine.”
“Dalong, time to take your medicine.”
But the scumbag suddenly jolts awake and stares at her in terror. He speaks in a Henan accent, while screaming internally:
[Holy crap! Wasn’t I eating instant noodles and working overtime at the office? How did I transmigrate into this scumbag, Lin Jianbang?]
[Wait, wait, wait... Is this the New Year’s Eve showdown from that unfinished novel? Is the woman holding the medicine the original wife?]
[Help! That brain-dead author wrote that I beat my wife tonight? I’m not doing that! She’s as beautiful as a goddess. I’d cherish her, not hurt her!]
Hearing his thoughts, Jiang Ning’s hand trembles, spilling half the medicine.
The good news: the scumbag has a new soul, a harmless, silly office drone.
The bad news: the guy is her hater and is still cursing her terrible plot in his thoughts, all in a Henan dialect.
Curious to hear what else he might say, Jiang Ning decides to hold off for now.
From then on, determined to enjoy a good New Year, Lin Jianbang goes into overachiever mode in this resource-scarce decade:
“Sweetheart, don’t sew on the first day of the new year. I’ll do it!”
“Sweetheart, these awful relatives dare to pick on you? I’ll tear them to shreds!”
Watching the man bustle around, somehow bringing modern comforts to this poor mountain village, Jiang Ning’s lips curl into a faint smile.
This New Year is turning out to be more fun than writing a novel.
