Years and Months Reincarnation

The first half of her life was a microcosm of the fate of three generations. Mother came from Liuwan Village. She was a village beauty of that era. She lost her father at the age of four, built a reservoir at the age of six, and married a top student who was addicted to gambling at the age of twenty. Her mother turned her hatred for fate into a broom and whipped it on her body. She fled, from the shack to the county seat, and from the county seat to the capital. She thought the distance was the answer, but later she realized that the distance was just a bigger cage. She had seen the light. I've seen Dad's dried sweet potatoes, Xiao Qiao's popsicles, and Doudou's "Mom". But the light is short. Like a match, if you strike it, it goes out. She received two certificates. One is red, the other is dark red. What is separated in the middle is the cold wind that rushes into the back during confinement, the milk powder made by the mother-in-law with boiling water, the phone call from a third party in the middle of the night, and the man's slap in the face. She almost left home. The child stayed there. Later, the child said on the phone: "I want to go to Xinjiang." She refused. Just like her mother rejected her back then. From then on, there was no contact between mother and daughter.