I Was Widowed in the Seventies

Pre-collection of the chronological article "Seventy-year-old Fatty Beauty [Wearing Books]", please collect it Pre-collection of the ancient poem "The Daily Life of a Sick and Powerful Minister Doting His Wife", please collect it Everyone in the village knew that Li Yueqiu, who was raised in the city, was good-looking and as delicate as a vixen. She had been married since she was a child to the grandson of her grandfather's revolutionary comrade, a poor man with dingy mud legs. The two families had exchanged concentric locks, so they couldn't deny it, but the marriage ended up falling apart. When she was seventeen again, Li Yueqiu married a mud-legged man in the village. Their wedding night. This prickly head, who was said to have a violent personality, didn't even look at her. He hugged the festive mandarin duck quilt and slept on the big box in the room. He was clearly separated from her, "You, you sleep on the bed, I won't be next to you." The girl in the village who got married in the same year had a big belly, but Chen Ligen refused to touch her, leaving her a widow. Li Yueqiu: Just keep it, I make money and I study, I don't need a man! Chen Ligen squatted in the corner with dark eyes, half-opened coat, holding a college entrance examination paper and licking the corner of his mouth, his voice hoarse, "... How to draw the auxiliary line for this question? I don't know how." Li Yueqiu walked over with the pen in hand and was violently pressed into his arms, as if it was rubbed into his bones and blood. ——May you live a warm and bright life. The story from the late 1970s to the early 1980s is semi-fictional. Golden Finger Refreshing Article + 100% sweetness The completed chronology of the same type "Buddhist Female Supporting Girl Returns to Before Her Dark Ages [Through the Book]" can be read by clicking on the column Motto: When we are in the same boat, life is sweet