Rebirth in 1970's with my ex-husband

Chapter 1

"On March 3, I will light a fire on Mao Yi Jian and draw out the smoke."

 Lin Nianyin was awakened by a burst of chirping children's voices, and it was a bit cloudy and foggy for a while.

She thought about her daughter again last night and didn't know when she fell asleep. How could she still dream about hearing the hometown dialect she hadn't heard in many years?

 

Even if she thinks about it daily and dreams about it at night, she should be allowed to dream about her daughter. These local accents would only remind her of the days when she was dragged and sucked by Dong Cuiping's family, unable to escape, and suddenly felt a sense of nausea in her heart that had finally calmed down.

 

 

 

 Lin Nianyin didn't want to be haunted by these disgusting things in her dream, so she forced herself to open her eyes.

 

The object is a pair of hands.

 

The young hand, not very fair but delicate, seemed to be patting her body, but when she saw her eyes open, she took it away again.

 

Then, a voice sounded: "Teacher Lin, you're awake. I was thinking about calling you."

 

The voice was young and crisp, and the tone was still the same familiar local accent I had just heard.

But now that she had clearly opened her eyes, how could she still hear that kind of voice that made people feel disgusted from the bottom of their hearts?

 

No, she even saw a pair of hands now.

 

But she obviously lives alone now. Except for two dogs, no other living creatures are in the house. How can there be anyone now?

 

I can also speak my hometown dialect!

 

Lin Nianyin immediately realized something was wrong.

 

She instinctively thought of Dong Cuiping and the others, and a cold air suddenly rushed up from the soles of her feet, making her dizzy.

 

Could it be that that shrew, Dong Cuiping, came to her without her knowledge?

 

Now she has actually entered her house?

 

How many years, how many years!!!

Dong Cuiping relies on his old age to sell her old age, relying on the fact that she is Wei Mingchuan's biological mother; she is willing to do anything and is ready to do anything, and she can't wait to force their whole family to death.

But now she is divorced from Wei Mingchuan and has nothing left. What else does Dong Cuiping want to do?

 

Lin Nianyin gritted her teeth in hatred.

 

If her daughter hadn't been urging her not to do stupid things before she died, she would have wished to die with Dong Cuiping and the others!

 

Lin Nianyin stared over with splitting eyes, and what caught her eye was a young, somewhat unfamiliar face.

 

Her eyes were calm with doubts and worries.

 

There is no Dong Cuiping and no blood-sucking insects from the Wei family. 

 

"Who are you? Who let you in? Do you know that this is a private residence? If you call it trespassing, I can sue you. Do you understand?" Lin Nianyin subconsciously stared at her defensively and asked.

 

The other party was also startled by Lin Nianyin's reaction. After a while, he frowned and asked, "Teacher Lin, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

 

"Teacher LIN?" 

 

Lin Nianyin finally heard the problem. When she looked closer, she suddenly realized something was wrong. Everything in front of her was wrong.

 

The woman opposite is wearing an old-fashioned floral jacket, revealing a bright red hand-knitted sweater underneath. It is the simplest flat knitting method, without any beautiful colours or skills.

 

She wore a pair of black coarse-cloth trousers, which were not aesthetically pleasing. On her feet were a pair of handmade cloth shoes with a thousand-layer sole.

 

Going further up, Lin Nianyin saw that she had braided two braids on her chest, tied with a red headband, and had two shiny hairpins on her head.

 

This must be the look of the 1960s and 1970s.

I still remember that this kind of dress disappeared entirely after the reform and opening up. Why do people still dress like this now?

 

No, she just saw… 

 

Lin Nianyin ignored the confused look in the man's eyes and quickly looked around.

Right next to her hand, where she sits now, is an old table. It has many pits and traces of moths on it. She needs to find out how many years it has been used.

 

The most eye-catching thing on the table is an old military green kettle with a sense of age. There are textbooks, notebooks, and pens where lie down.

 

The doubts in Lin Nianyin's heart grew bigger and bigger, and she even had a secret suspicion.

Lin Nianyin forced herself to calm down first, then picked up the textbook and read it.

 

It's a math textbook from the 1962 edition, with familiar fonts and notes on the book next to it.

It's hers, yes.

 

Lin Nianyin put down her book and looked around.

 

This is a small adobe room, with a few old tables scattered here and there as desks. Books and pens are mostly placed on the tables.

Even what she wore changed from her original pyjamas to a rustic floral jacket, black pants, and cloth shoes.

The most surprising thing is that she is pregnant.

Lin Nianyin's eyes widened, and she froze on the spot. 

Pregnant? 

Is she pregnant now?

Lin Nianyin's heart suddenly started beating, and her blood was boiling. 

Time travel? 

  

Or rebirth?

Lin Nianyin suddenly grabbed the hand of the person in front of her. She couldn't care about anything else now; she wanted to understand the situation.

 

Lin Nianyin asked almost fiercely, "Where is this? What year is it? Who am I?"

 

"Lin, teacher Lin, are you okay?" The woman in front of her was startled by Lin Nianyin like this. She wanted to struggle but was afraid of hurting Lin Nianyin, so she stuttered and said, "You… aren't you sleeping? Are you falling asleep?"

 

"Tell me what year it is now, who am I, and where am I?" Lin Nianyin stared at her stubbornly, as if she would not give up until she got the answer.

 

"Seven. It's seventy now. This is the Xiaoqingshan production team. You are Teacher, Lin." Looking into Lin Nianyin's eyes, the woman added strangely, "Lin Nianyin, your name is Lin Nianyin. "

Lin Nianyin was stunned and silent.

The body temperature of the person in front of me is warm, and there is no strange power or confusion.

She pinched herself again; it hurt.

She only heard the name 'Teacher Lin'' when she was still in the Xiao Qing Shan Production Team. In 1970, the Xiao Qing Shan Production Team asked, Could it be true? Was she really reborn?

Back in the past, everything had yet to start.

The considerable surprise surged up suddenly, and Lin Nianyin pinched herself hard again.

 Pain!

 

It really hurts!

If it wasn't a dream, she was reborn and had a chance to do it again.

She stretched out her hand to touch her bulging belly. The feeling of blood connection made her heart ache, and tears instantly filled her heart.

 Real!

It's true!

She went back to the past—to 1970, to a time before her daughter was born!

Lin Nianyin couldn't control herself and wanted to cry loudly. The person before her suddenly said, "Teacher Lin, are you okay? Why are you crying? Are you feeling uncomfortable, or is something wrong? Why don't I ask someone to take you to the hospital now? Let's see?"

Only then did Lin Nianyin notice the person's appearance before her.

She is very young; she looks about eighteen or nineteen, with an oval face and round eyes. She seems very pleasant, which is people's favourite aesthetic now.

Lin Nianyin thought about it carefully for a while.

Before her daughter was born, she worked as a primary school teacher.

She is very young, about eighteen or nineteen, with an oval face and round eyes. She looks charming, which was also people's favourite aesthetic at this time.

 Lin Nianyin thought about it carefully for a while.

 Before her daughter was born, she worked in a production team as a primary school teacher. At that time, the country had just ended the war, and few people were studying. There were few teachers in self-run schools in the countryside and even fewer female teachers.

 She was the only female Teacher in the school for a long time until later, a female-educated youth was added.

 Her name is Feng Tingting, and she is also the youngest daughter-in-law of Lin Changhuai, the captain of the production team.

 If it were now 1970, and his daughter had not yet been born, then Feng Zhiqing should have just been married.

 Lin Nianyin pressed her sore nose and wiped her eyes, then smiled at the frightened little girl and said, "Tingting, right? I'm sorry I scared you."

 "It's okay." Feng Tingting shook her head, but she was visibly relieved.

 She said: "Teacher Lin, are you okay now? Do you need me to find someone to take you to the hospital?"

 Lin Nianyin shook her head and put her palms against her abdomen, feeling the warmth under her skin. She smiled and shook her head and said, "I'm fine. I just had a dream when I fell asleep and was frightened and confused."

 "That's good." Feng Tingting patted her chest and said, "I just wanted to wake you up and tell you that school is over and you can return. When you act like this, all of a sudden, I thought something was wrong with you or something happened to the child in your belly. What happened?"

 "Fine."

 Lin Nianyin kept stroking her belly reluctantly and just shook her head when she heard the sound, but she was secretly determined in her heart that no matter what, she would let her daughter be born safely this time, grow up healthy, and live a life of peace, joy, and worry-free.

 She would never give birth prematurely as she did in her previous life when Dong Cuiping pushed her over a package and almost killed two people.

 She will not give the Wei family any chance to harm her and her daughter.

 My daughter will no longer be frail and sickly in her life, nor will she die young after only living for thirty-three years without even seeing the Capital Olympics that she has always been thinking about.

 Whenever she thinks of her daughter, Lin Nianyin can't help but feel hatred towards Dong Cuiping and the Wei family.

 Lin Nianyin closed her eyes and secretly warned herself not to be impulsive or angry.

 No matter what happens now, everything comes first with the safe birth of my daughter, and nothing else matters.

 Feng Tingting looked at Lin Nianyin carefully again and saw that her complexion was gradually improving, and she was not as worried as before.

 She packed her things and said, "Teacher Lin, let's go back. The school has been out for a long time."

 Lin Nianyin nodded, packed up her things together, and walked out.

 "I'll help you." Feng Tingting said as she came up.

 Lin Nianyin didn't quite remember her relationship with Feng Tingting many years ago, but seeing how enthusiastic she was, she couldn't help but feel warm in her heart. She smiled and said, "Thank you."

 Feng Tingting shook her head, "It's okay. When I came to class, my father-in-law said that you were pregnant and that it was inconvenient to be alone. He asked me to help take care of you. It was just a matter of convenience."

 Lin Nianyin smiled and was about to say something when her peripheral vision glanced at the calendar nailed to the wall by the door.

 April 8, 1970.

 The third day of the third month of the lunar calendar.

 Lin Nianyin's pupils suddenly shrank.