She lamely married a widower in the village and became a stepmother to their two children. She suffered a lot of torture and died in depression before she was thirty. In the second life, she learned wisely and agreed to break off the engagement. However, she threw herself into a river out of frustration and was rescued by a passing educated youth. I thought I could start a new life, but because of my lameness and the stigma of "breaking off the marriage", I was criticized by the villagers, and finally died of illness in loneliness. Now, she returns to this fateful twist for the third time. "..." Cao Tiejun's open and closed mouth was still chattering out mean words, but those sounds seemed to be buzzing through a thick layer of cotton wool, but they could not penetrate Bai Dujuan's heart. Her eyes crossed Cao Tiejun's face, which was twisted with excitement, and landed on the earthen wall covered with old newspapers. There was a winding crack there, which was very similar to the trajectory of her previous two lives - broken, twisted, and finally leading to a dark end. **Cripple**... **Break off the engagement**... **Desire**... She had heard these words too many times. Enough to create a thick, cold cocoon in the bottom of my heart. The heart-rending pleading and humiliation of the first life, the cold river water soaking into the heart of despair in the second life... The suffering of the two lives was like a red-hot iron, repeatedly engraved in the depths of her soul, and what was finally tempered was no longer tears and weakness, but an almost cold sobriety. This man, this hateful man in front of her who was trying to get rid of her "burden", could no longer stir even a single ripple in her heart. He and his cheap engagement were completely swept into the trash heap called "the past" the moment she was reborn. She's back. With the memory of two tragic deaths, and with deep-seated hatred and unwillingness, she returned to this cramped house full of musty and herbal smells for the third time, and returned to the afternoon that decided her fate. Cao Tiejun seemed to feel that his intimidation was not enough, and raised his voice a few more times, with a ferocity like charity: "... Did you hear? The bride price must be returned in full! Not even a penny less! I, the Cao family, should not take advantage of this and raise a useless person!" "Bowie?" Bai Dujuan finally spoke, her voice was low, even a little hoarse, but like an ice cube, it abruptly interrupted Cao Tiejun's roar. Cao Tiejun was stunned by her strangely calm rhetorical question, and more unpleasant words he had prepared were stuck in his throat. He frowned and emphasized impatiently: "Nonsense! When we got engaged, my family actually gave me twenty yuan and two kilograms of high-quality brown sugar! Can you just float it?" Bai Dujuan didn't look at him, but used her eyes that had experienced death and seemed too calm to slowly scan the dirty cloth on her leg that was soaked with dark red blood. Then, she took a deep breath, as if she had exhausted all her strength, and ignored the severe pain. She grabbed the rough edge of the bed with both hands, gritted her teeth, and propped up her broken body bit by bit. Cold sweat instantly soaked the withered yellow hair on her forehead, her face was as white as paper, but her back was straight. "Twenty yuan..." She gasped, but her voice was extremely clear, and every word was like a poisoned needle. "Just after the autumn harvest last year, my stepfather, Mo Laoshuan, took me to your house, and your father, Cao Laowai, drank Shaozi all afternoon on the kang, and became drunk as mud. The money had already entered your father's wine gourd and turned into alcohol and dissipated!" "You fart!" Cao Tiejun's face suddenly changed, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "How dare you slander my father!" Bai Dujuan twitched the corner of her mouth, the curve was cold and sarcastic, and she didn't answer his words at all: "As for the two kilograms of brown sugar..." She paused, her eyes sharply fixed on Cao Tiejun's face, "Last year during Laba, I watched your sister Cao Xiaoxiao with my own eyes. Hong, carrying that bag of candy, he sneaked into your kitchen like a rat stealing oil. Within three days, his mouth was filled with cavities and he was so painful that he rolled on the bed and howled for half the night. Dr. Liu from the village health center knows about this. Do you want to ask? " Cao Tiejun's face turned red and white, and his lips trembled. He wanted to refute, but the insightful light in Bai Dujuan's eyes made him feel guilty. What she said... Was so specific! His father was famous for being a drinker, and his sister was a glutton for stealing sweets more than once... His forehead began to sweat. "Last winter," Bai Dujuan's voice suddenly deepened, with a heavy accusation, "I heard that your feet were frozen when you went to work, so you drove a new pair of cotton shoes overnight, braved the heavy snow, and walked 20 miles of mountain road to the county construction site. The way back. "It was dark and the snow was heavy, so I missed my footing and fell down the Eagle Slope..." She pointed to her leg wrapped in rags, "This leg was broken at that time, and the stubble on the bones was exposed. Cao Tiejun, have you come to see me once?" Her voice was not high, but she cried blood every word. That snowy night trek that almost cost her her life, and that silly sincerity, ultimately resulted in the disgust on this man's face and the humiliation of breaking off the engagement. Cao Tiejun was speechless by her question, his face was burning, and he was so angry that he completely overcame his guilty conscience: "It's useless to talk about Chen Sesame and rotten millet! Stop talking about it! Anyway, the marriage must be canceled today! You are a cripple, why do you still want to rely on me? What a dream!" "Quit?" Bai Dujuan suddenly smiled, and that smile bloomed on her pale and haggard face, revealing a thrilling determination and joy, which made Cao Tiejun's heart feel inexplicably cold. "Of course I have to retreat." She announced slowly and word by word: "But Cao Tiejun, listen carefully. It's not you who is here to cancel my marriage to Bai Dujuan." She leaned forward slightly, with a condescending sense of oppression, even though she stood shaky: "Yes - I - want to - withdraw - from you!" "What?!" Cao Tiejun couldn't believe his ears. This lame woman who was weak and worthless in his eyes dared to say that he wanted to withdraw from Cao Tiejun's marriage? He seemed to have heard a big joke, and was about to laugh out loud - Bai Dujuan's hand had already taken out a neatly folded piece of paper from under the old pillow that exuded a musty smell, with frayed and yellowed edges. Her movements were a little slow, sluggish with pain, but extremely firm. She slowly shook the note away and held it up to Cao Tiejun's eyes with all her strength. That fragile piece of paper looked like a sharp blade unsheathed in the dim light. "Look clearly," Bai Dujuan's voice was as cold as thirty-nine days of ice, "This is the thirty yuan your father, Cao Laowai, borrowed from my stepfather, Mo Laoshuan, in the spring of last year, in order to buy the pig that died of illness in the production team and secretly entertained guests. It's written in black and white, here's the IOU! What's pressed underneath is your father's bright red handprint! Do you want me to get closer so you can see clearly?" Cao Tiejun's eyes suddenly widened, and the color on his face suddenly faded away. His dad! It's his dad again! That old bastard who is a heavy drinker and has debts all over the place! This IOU... His father seems... Seems to have actually mentioned it... Saying that Mo Laoshuan "helped a little bit"... Damn it! How could it be in the hands of this woman? Is this the time? ! "This... This is impossible! You forged it! It's definitely a fake!" Cao Tiejun's voice changed, and he reached out to grab it. Bai Dujuan was on guard for a long time. She suddenly retracted her hand and held the IOU tightly in her palm. Her eyes were as sharp as a knife: "Fake? Okay! Then let's go to the brigade headquarters and have a good talk in front of the branch secretary, team leader and all the members! Let everyone comment and see how your father, Cao Laowai, the old custodian of the production team, 'keeps' the things in the team, and how he 'keeps' the debt in his trouser pockets!" The words "Go to the brigade headquarters" struck Cao Tiejun like a thunderbolt. His father misappropriated things from the production team? Although it may just be some worthless scraps, if this matter is revealed, it will definitely be a huge scandal in this era! He finally got into the position of accountant in the production team by knowing a few words and being able to do abacus... If his father was unlucky, how would his son be able to do well? Even spittle and stars can drown him! I definitely can't keep my position in the team! Cold sweat instantly soaked Cao Tiejun's back. He only felt a cold air rushing from the soles of his feet to the sky, and his calves felt a little weak. He looked at Bai Dujuan's terrifyingly calm face, and for the first time, he felt a suffocating fear from this woman he had never looked at. "You... What do you want?" All his arrogance disappeared without a trace, and his voice was dry and tight, with a tremor that he didn't even notice. He is no longer the aggressive divorcer, but more like a prisoner awaiting sentencing. Bai Dujuan folded the IOU carefully and stuffed it back into the deepest corner under the pillow. Her movements were slow but with a sense of control over everything. After doing all this, she raised her head again and looked directly into Cao Tiejun's panic eyes. Her voice was low but every word was iron: "First of all, it was you, Cao Tiejun, who proposed breaking off the engagement. It was not my fault, Bai Dujuan. Externally, you must make it clear that it was your Cao family who was sorry for me, and it was you, Cao Tiejun, who betrayed your trust and wanted to break off the engagement because you thought my legs were disabled! If I hear even a few words from outside that slander my reputation..." Her eyes sternly said, "You know the consequences." Cao Tiejun's Adam's apple rolled and he nodded with difficulty. "Second," Bai Dujuan pointed to his injured leg, "I broke my leg because I gave you cotton shoes. Within three days, give me ten yuan for medical expenses. If you miss one point, I will send this IOU to the commune revolutionary committee!" "Ten yuan?!" Cao Tiejun cried out, ten yuan! That's half a year's worth of work! "That's too much?" Bai Dujuan sneered, "Then do you want me to calculate whether the 'little things' your father misappropriated are enough to send him to a labor camp for a few years?" Cao Tiejun seemed to be strangled by the neck, his face turned red from holding it in, and finally squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "... I... Give it!" "Third," Bai Dujuan paused. This was the most critical step. Her heart was beating powerfully in her chest, with a desperate determination, "I want you to help me get a spot as a literacy class teacher in the brigade." "What?!" Cao Tiejun really jumped up this time, as if he had heard the most ridiculous request, "Are you crazy?! That spot has already been decided internally! It's for..." "It's for Mo Dani, right?" Bai Dujuan cut off his words, with a hint of insight and sarcasm at the corner of her mouth, "My stepfather's good daughter, your future new wife?" Cao Tiejun seemed to have had his most secret thoughts exposed, his face was covered with blue and white, and he was extremely embarrassed. "Then you should find a way." Bai Dujuan's voice was light but heavy, "Think about your father's IOU, think about the missing things in the warehouse of the production team... If the team leader knew this, do you think he would still let you sit safely in the position of accountant? Would he also consider letting Mo Dani, a person who has nothing to do with the 'problem family', to be a literacy class teacher to teach the members to read and understand?" Every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Cao Tiejun's heart. His father's scandal, his position, the marriage he finally got into with the Mo family... Everything was captured on that yellowed piece of paper by this lame woman in front of him, who he had never paid attention to! Cold sweat trickled down his temples. He looked into Bai Dujuan's bottomless eyes and realized clearly for the first time that this woman had completely changed. She was no longer the dough that could be kneaded at will, but a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity, one bite that could cut off his lifeline. "... I... I'll try..." He spoke with difficulty, his voice as dry as sandpaper. "It's not a try," Bai Dujuan said firmly, without any room for change, "It must be done! Three days later, not only will I see the ten dollars, but I will also hear the name of the literacy class teacher announced on the brigade's radio - Bai Dujuan!" She leaned forward slightly, and in a voice that only two people could hear, she nailed Cao Tiejun's retreat line by word: "Otherwise, I will go to the commune in person with this IOU and the ledger of the 'good things' your father has done over the years. You know, I am barefoot and not afraid of those who wear shoes. At worst, I will die again. But your Cao family... Ha." That cold "Ha" became the last straw that broke Cao Tiejun's mind. He shuddered, and his last resistance collapsed. "... Okay... I... I will definitely do it..." He was almost paralyzed, squeezing out this promise through his teeth, not daring to look at Bai Dujuan again, turned around staggeringly, and rushed out of the shabby room that suffocated him in embarrassment, as if there was an evil ghost chasing behind him. Listening to the panicked footsteps disappearing outside the door, Bai Dujuan's tight body suddenly relaxed, and she fell back on the creaking broken wooden bed. The wound on the leg was affected by this violent movement, and a heartbreaking pain came, and the warm liquid soaked the rag again. Cold sweat instantly soaked her clothes. "Hiss..." She gasped in pain, her brows furrowed, and her face was as pale as paper. However, in this extreme pain, the corners of her mouth curved upward little by little. At first it was just a slight arc, then it became wider and wider, and finally formed a silent but hearty laugh! There was no sound, just a silent shrug of shoulders. Two lines of hot tears rushed out of his eyes without warning, mixed with the cold sweat on his forehead, and snaked down. Pain! It hurts! But... So happy! What a fucking pleasure! All the humiliation, pain, despair and unwillingness accumulated in the previous two lives seemed to have found an outlet to vent with Cao Tiejun's embarrassed fleeing back and the words "I will do it". Although it was only the first step, although the road ahead was still full of thorns, and although the injury on her leg reminded her of the cruelty of reality... But, she won! For the first time, she took back the initiative where this nightmare began! She is no longer the white cuckoo who is at the mercy of others and can only passively accept her fate! Outside the window, the early spring wind, carrying the smell of thawing soil in the fields and the freshness of budding vegetation, quietly blew by, blowing the dilapidated window lattice. A few rays of sunlight struggled through the gaps, casting mottled light and shadow on her face covered with tears and sweat. Bai Dujuan raised her hand, wiped away the embarrassment on her face, and took a deep breath of the spring breeze with the breath of freedom. She looked out the window. The rolling green mountains in the distance looked particularly clear in the spring light, full of vitality and power. His eyes were clearer and firmer than ever before. Since God was blind, he threw her back into this quagmire hell. Then this time, Bai Dujuan, even if she can crawl, must climb out of this quagmire! She wants to live! Live your own life! Live better than anyone else! Those who sucked her blood, gnawed her flesh, and trampled her into the mud - stepfather Mo Laoshuan, stepsister Mo Dani, the heartless Cao Tiejun, and those who added insult to injury and were sarcastic... One by one, no one can get away with it! What she owes her, she will get back ten times or a hundred times! She clenched her fists and dug her nails into her palms, causing a sharp pain but making her brain more alert. The first step has been taken. The next step is to heal this leg, and then get a place in that literacy class! That was the first springboard for her to escape from this ignorant mountain village and change her destiny! She lowered her head and looked at the blood seeping out of her legs, her eyes cold and focused. This time, the blood shed will never be in vain!
Jiang Xiaoyu's fishing rod first pierced the nest of the "water monster" Tangji in the small river ditch at the entrance of the village, then moved to the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, where he was dragged by a hundred pounds of herring in the rapids of the "flowing water", causing his boat to capsize. He stepped into an ice pool in the Tianshan Mountains to snipe rainbow trout, went to Shennongjia to hunt for ghost fish, and was cut off on the palm of his hand by a sea bream on a reef in the Bohai Sea. He was also knocked into the deep sea by a huge wave and had a three-hour "tug of war" with a Pacific swordfish. From an aggrieved young man who was robbed of his fishing spot by a pair of village bullies, to a "fishing fanatic" who drank wine with the Japanese "GT Immortal" and battled wits with poachers in the ice sea, Jiang Xiaoyu finally returned to his hometown of Xiaohegou with the false reputation of the world's fishing king, only to find that the biggest rivers and lakes are just a jar of red worms from his old friend Earthworm Li, Lu Yamei's sarcastic laughter, and an arc thrown to the water surface that does not care about giants but only for the original intention.
The author's writing is so life-like. I believe that the author must have come from a difficult time. It is such a vivid picture. The children at that time were also real-life phenomena and scenes in the countryside. Many of the plots in it can also arouse resonance and laughter. The parents' shortcomings and the relationship between the characters in the work unit are described. It's very accurate, I like it all. I hope the author will keep writing until the reform and opening up, and write down the highlight moments of the male protagonist. I don't know if he chose to be the richest man in the country, a high-ranking official, or the richest man who often does charity. Politics in the officialdom is too dirty, and it is not suitable for the male protagonist who is afraid of trouble. The author still has a long way to go, keep working hard, and there is nothing wrong with your self-evaluation.
"The female supporting actor doesn't say anything, she just seizes the opportunity" Goldfinger Cultivation Novel Are you tired of the frustrating life of the cannon fodder female supporting actor? Tired of watching step-by-step practice and upgrading? Let's have some different and refreshing articles about cultivating immortals! Bai Lan, a female supporting character who takes an unconventional path. She was taciturn, too lazy to explain, let alone argue. She has only one plan of action - grab! Others are still looking for opportunities? She has already locked the target and strikes accurately! Are others fighting over a spiritual grass? She has quietly pocketed the biggest treasure! The darling of heaven, the son of fate? Sorry, your "exclusive" opportunity now belongs to her! And her greatest confidence comes from a golden finger - reading files! Just like in the clip: "Tumu spiritual root? No, no, it doesn't work, try another one." Read the file! "Water and fire spiritual roots? Hiss, these spiritual roots are incompatible with water and fire... No, no, no." Read the file! "Three spiritual roots of gold, wood, and water? It's too common. Change it." Read the file! Bai Lan looked attentively, staring at the "panel" that only she could see, and clicked frantically in the "refresh" area with her fingers. What is your background, understanding, and charm? It's all clouds in her eyes! Only "spiritual roots" - the foundation of immortality cultivation, are the hard currency! She brushes the initial number like the most picky player, and will never give up until she gets the best SSR spiritual root! A great start! While others are still struggling with the roots of miscellaneous spirits, Bai Lan has already relied on the golden finger of file reading to customize the perfect starting point for him to reach the top. But this is just the beginning! "Speechless" is her attitude, and "grabbing" is her method. She has insight into the "plot" and predicts opportunities. By relying on the information gap and optimal solution ability brought by reading files, she starts the "goose plucking" mode in the world of immortality. No matter if you are the destiny's child, or you are a secret treasure deep in the secret realm, as long as it is useful to her, "get it for you"! This is a desperate counterattack by the female protagonist! This is a thrilling plunder where golden fingers crush luck! See how she uses file reading, step by step, seizes thousands of opportunities, steps on the so-called "destiny" under her feet, and writes her own path to immortality! "The female supporting actor doesn't say anything, she just seizes the opportunity" - When the female supporting actor has the "SL Dafa" in her hands, the whole world is her material library! The way of heaven? Opportunity? Get it you! # Female supporting counterattack #Reading golden finger #Seize the opportunity #Xiu Xian Shuangwen #Start brushing spiritual roots #SL Dafa #European Emperor Possession #Crush the Son of Luck #Refreshing Points Intensive
The unique smell of disinfectant from Qingshan Mental Hospital mixed with the smell of old floor wax lingered in the corridor. Chen Xuanli stood outside the heavy isolation door of Ward 307. He was wearing a pressed dark blue Tang suit, his white hair was combed meticulously, and the deep wrinkles on his face were filled with lingering dignity. He looked inside through the small observation window on the door, which was embedded with explosion-proof glass. There was a chaotic commotion in the ward. A middle-aged man wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, with hair as messy as a bird's nest, was standing barefoot on an overturned plastic chair, dancing and laughing maniacally into the air: "Hahaha! I've become Master Dao! Melamine... Hehe... Synthetic meat... Smells good! Pre-made dishes... A full banquet!" He grabbed it with his empty hand, as if he was holding some delicacy, and stuffed it into his mouth to chew, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. In the corner, another skinny old man was curled up, his fingers like dead branches nervously grabbing the sheets, his cloudy eyes staring at a non-existent point on the ceiling, murmuring repeatedly, his voice hoarse but with a strange tenderness: "Little flowers... Beautiful... Pick one... For my wife... My wife... Look... Look..." He tried hard to squeeze out a smile, but the corners of his withered mouth twitched, as if he were crying. "Have you turned in your wages!!!" A shrill female voice roared without warning from the other side of the room. It was a woman with disheveled hair. She suddenly jumped up from the bed, her eyes were red, and she stared at the old man who was still "picking flowers". Her fingers almost poked the tip of his nose, "You want to hide your private money to buy flowers again?! Useless old thing!" The old man seemed to have been struck by lightning, and his whole body was shaken. The tenderness on his face that was squeezed out was instantly overwhelmed by fear and huge grievances. "Ahahaha~ Wuwuwu..." He cried and laughed weirdly, like a punctured balloon, shrinking his body tighter and burying his head in his knees, "... The flowers... Are just pretty... Shown to you... Just want to show you..." Hysterical crying, crazy laughter, nervous whispers, furious roars... The sounds of various extreme emotions collided and fermented fiercely in the small space, forming a whirlpool of mind-numbing mental noise. The air seemed to have become thick and turbid, carrying an invisible pressure that weighed heavily on Chen Xuanli's heart outside the door. He is one of the few remaining masters of traditional Chinese medicine in China. He has helped the world throughout his life and has seen countless difficult and complicated diseases, from organ failure to strange poisons and strange poisons, from severed heart veins to mental confusion. He believed that his old eyes, which were "looking at the spirit", had already penetrated the surface and inside of life, death, illness and pain. But the Ward 307 in front of him, and the patients in it who had deteriorated rapidly in just three days, made his ancient and calm heart stir up a storm for the first time, and even... Gave birth to a chill of facing the unknown abyss. Three days ago, these three people were just ordinary patients with anxiety and mild depression. Although the symptoms are present, he is conscious, able to communicate, and can even cooperate with simple treatments. The change began after that rainy night—after a strangely sweet gray fog swept through the southern city. Their symptoms were like wildfire poured with boiling oil, starting a prairie fire in an instant, and falling into the abyss of complete and incommunicable madness at a speed that completely violated medical common sense. Chen Xuanli subconsciously twirled a string of warm sandalwood beads on his wrist, feeling the rounded edges of the beads with his fingertips. He closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, tried to ignore the muffled whispers of the nurses outside the door and the regular ticking of the instruments, and concentrated all his attention on "listening". Listen to it. The wild laughter in the ward was not pure joy, but more like some kind of empty, hysterical declaration.
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