12dz Chapter 1 Reborn? Transmigrated?
Chapter 1 Reborn? Transmigrated?
Zhao Yuan suddenly convulsed all over, then sat up straight as if he had been electrocuted.
Zhao Yuan sat quietly for a moment, seemingly in a daze.
Zhao Yuan rubbed his eyes and found himself in a pitch-black room. A faint light shone through the old wooden window, which was covered with some tattered paper. When the wind blew, a soft pattering sound could be heard from time to time.
By the dim light, Zhao Yuan touched the ground and found that he was sitting on an uneven, cold, muddy surface.
Next to it was an old-fashioned wooden bed, dilapidated and worn.
This is where?
Zhao Yuan was still searching his memory.
Just then, a series of sobbing sounds came from next door.
Zhao Yuan got up, but tripped over a wine bottle on the ground and stumbled. He managed to steady himself by holding onto the edge of the bed.
He cautiously made his way to the next room and saw a dilapidated, dim glass kerosene lamp flickering on the table.
I first saw this kind of kerosene lamp when I was very young.
Under the dim light, things could be vaguely seen scattered all over the ground, lying haphazardly and in a mess.
At the far end of the house was an old-fashioned four-poster bed with a white mosquito net hanging on it.
A woman could be vaguely seen lying on her side on the bed, sobbing and occasionally letting out a sob.
Zhao Yuan exclaimed in surprise, his heart skipping a beat.
Wait a minute, where exactly is this?
How did I get here?
An ominous premonition rose in Zhao Yuan's heart.
He habitually reached into his pants pocket, trying to find his phone.
There was nothing there.
Why have all my clothes changed? They've become an old-fashioned, coarse cloth garment, and a pair of belted trousers from who-knows-when, clothes I've never worn before.
Zhao Yuan instantly became much more alert, though still filled with fear.
He remembered that he had gone home early last night after attending the party.
But I can't remember anything after I left the hotel.
He shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his mind, but he still couldn't remember anything.
The sky was beginning to lighten.
By the dim light, Zhao Yuan could see that it was a one-story mud-brick house.
Blue tiles and adobe bricks; adobe bricks are those primitive mud bricks that have not undergone any embellishment.
There are two rooms side by side on the left and two rooms side by side on the right. In front of the rooms on the right is a kitchen, and in front of the rooms on the left is an empty room with some farm tools and the like. The room in the middle is the main room, which is filled with things.
It's very messy.
Some have been split into thin strips of varying sizes, while others are still round bamboo stalks.
A tall, square table was placed at the very back of the main room.
There were also some woven bamboo baskets piled up on and next to the table.
Several narrow, long wooden benches were scattered in the main room.
There is a long corridor between the kitchen and the main hall, passing in front of two rooms on the left.
There is also a long corridor between the tool shed and the main hall, passing in front of the two rooms on the right.
There was a chicken coop in the corridor, and there were chickens inside.
The doors to the house were all old wooden doors that creaked when opened or closed.
The main gate consists of two wooden doors on the left and right, with wooden latches behind them, and a high threshold at the bottom.
Zhao Yuan prepared to get up and leave as soon as possible.
Pull the bolt, and the door creaks open.
He was preparing to cross the high threshold.
Suddenly, Zhao Yuan's head began to throb violently, and a flood of unfamiliar memories uncontrollably rushed into his mind. More and more, more and more.
......
In the darkness, a man carrying a bottle of liquor staggered home.
When this guy, also named Zhaoyuan, learned that his third child was another daughter, he was furious.
Zhao Yuan gave birth to a son eight years ago, but the baby died prematurely.
The pain of losing his son lingered in Zhaoyuan's heart. His second child was also a daughter. He couldn't conceive for several years after his second pregnancy, and when he finally did, it was another girl.
Zhao Yuan was in immense pain.
"Bang bang bang, bang bang bang..."
Zhao Yuan pounded on the door repeatedly with great force.
After a while, the sound of the door bolt being pulled could be heard.
He kicked open the door with a bang.
He slammed the bottle in his right hand at Lin Fangfang, but missed and the bottle fell to the ground.
The tranquility of the cabin was shattered by the splashing of wine and debris.
"What's the use of keeping you around? Do you want me to be childless?!"
Zhao Yuan roared loudly.
Lin Fangfang ignored Zhao Yuan and quickly walked back to the room on the left.
Lin Fangfang sat on the edge of the bed in terror.
Zhao Yuan staggered to the door and casually threw the broom that was placed in front of the door at his wife, Lin Fangfang.
The broom fell to the ground in front of Lin Fangfang, but it didn't hit her.
At this moment, Lin Fangfang didn't dare to breathe. She knew that she couldn't argue with Zhao Yuan at this time, otherwise things would get even worse.
Lin Fangfang herself also felt immense guilt about giving birth to her daughter.
Then came another sound of things being thrown and smashed.
"Ouch."
A small object that Zhao Yuan threw hit her right on the forehead.
Lin Fangfang cried out and touched her head; a sticky substance was flowing down from her head.
"Did you take some kind of drug that killed my son and made me have girls? You vicious woman, you want me to be childless. I'll just smash you to death."
Zhao Yuan continued to roar.
As he spoke, he grabbed a cup from the table and threw it at the woman.
The woman instinctively dodged, and the cup hit the edge of the bed, falling to the floor with a loud crash and shattering into pieces.
With a creak, the two little girls were awakened and opened the door. Their hair was disheveled as they ran from the room on the right and clung to the legs of the grotesque Zhao Yuan, crying and begging.
"Dad, please don't hit my mom. I beg you, if you're in pain, hit us instead. We'll behave."
The room was filled with crying and the sounds of things being thrown around.
......
He didn't know how much time had passed before he came to his senses.
"I've traveled through time?"
How come there are other people's memories here?
Through the movie-like scenes that flashed through my mind, I learned that this Zhaoyuan was a complete old stubborn man with extremely strong feudal ideas. Because he had no son, he often beat and scolded his wife and daughter.
As dawn broke, Zhao Yuan returned to the house and found a small tear-off calendar hanging on the wall of the main room, showing February 11, 1979.
Wow, it's been a full 44 years!
Zhao Yuan looked around. This family was too poor. It was no wonder, since it was 1979, a time of great poverty and material scarcity.
Zhao Yuan sat on the threshold of the gate, holding his head in his hands.
Zhao Yuan wondered what was going on.
He searched his memory.
My life is so wonderful and fulfilling.
She was born into a dual-income family. After graduating with a master's degree, she stayed in Huzhou as a professor at a provincial university. Later, she went into business, while her younger brother remained in politics.
My company now operates in multiple sectors and is preparing for an IPO.
My younger brother is already the vice governor of Guanghai Province.
......
Zhao Yuan quickly recalled his memories in his mind; all his recollections were there.
A firm resolve arose in my heart:
I can't stay here for another second.
I must find a way to go back.