Reborn 1980: Cannon fodder mother changes her life against fate

The baby, who had eaten and drank enough in his arms, fell asleep again, his face flushed, just like a little fragrant pig.

Qiao Anan, no, her name should be Lu Chuyao now.Lu Chuyao straightened his clothes, put on his coat, and planned to go out and take a look.What does the land under her feet look like? Is it a paradise with birds singing and fragrant flowers, or a barren and desolate mud ditch.

The Song family's house is not big, with a total of four rooms, including a kitchen and toilet.The yard was kept clean and tidy, with no poultry droppings.There is a large leafy tree near the fence and the gate.

At this moment, the sky was clear and blue as washed by water. Occasionally, the wind blew by, rustling the leaves. It was particularly quiet and beautiful, and Lu Chuyao's mood also improved a lot.

The short mud wall cannot block the high view. Looking from a distance, there are houses all around.The houses in this village are pretty much the same, with the same materials, and nothing particularly outstanding.

Going forward, there was a fork in the road. On the path, an aunt carrying a hoe came over and greeted her from a distance, with a loud voice, "Have you eaten yet, Chu Yao?"

She didn't know the aunt, so she could only smile awkwardly and said, "I haven't eaten yet." She was afraid that she would make too many mistakes, so she stopped extending the topic.Fortunately, the aunt was in a hurry to go home to cook and had no time to talk to her.

Lu Chuyao didn't dare to go too far because the memories in his mind were fragmented. Some parts were known, while other details were blank.She was afraid of being ganged up on, and she was also afraid that something might go wrong if the number of people and the place were unfamiliar.

Therefore, I only walked around and around my home.

Not long after, white smoke rose from the chimneys of every house, and Grandma Song’s voice calling for dinner could be heard from behind.

"Come on~"

Just now I only heard his voice but not his person.Sitting at the same table and eating face to face, she had the opportunity to take a good look at the old lady in front of her.

Her hair was gray but neatly combed, with no stray hairs at all.Although her face was covered with traces of time and wrinkles appeared everywhere, it was clear from her brows and eyes that she was not that mean old lady.

Being stared at for a long time can make you feel a little uncomfortable.After swallowing a mouthful of food, Mrs. Song finally couldn't help but raise her eyes and asked, "Why are you kid always staring at me? What's wrong today?"

"No, I was thinking... Xiaobao hasn't seen his father for too long, so he probably should forget about him completely." The reason for being anxious and wise is still valid.

The old lady continued to pick up the food and didn't take it seriously. "You're young. When we get older, Mingze will take you two to join the army. We will spend a lot of time together, and we won't have to worry about the lack of intimacy between father and son."

"Oh, indeed."

The old lady didn't let Lu Chuyao do the work of cleaning up the leftovers. Anyway, there were only a few bowls and they could be washed quickly.On the contrary, the child in the room needs someone to look after him. If he wakes up and doesn't see his mother, he will definitely cry incessantly.

The days of raising a baby were very boring, and on the second day, she began to miss her mobile phone and tablet.

There was no entertainment in the countryside, and only two books under the pillow could help her pass the time.Although the subject matter is completely beyond the scope of her interest, love, love, love, the article is full of gorgeous words, "What kind of taste."

bang bang —

"Chu Yao, is Chu Yao at home?"

"Who?"

"I, Lu Qingqing, Grandma Song."

Lu Chuyao put down the book in his hand, propped himself up and looked through the half-closed window when he saw a young girl with double braids coming into the courtyard.She has a pale face and a yellowish complexion, and she is not very good-looking, she thought in her heart.

Knocking, "Yaoyao, can I come in?"

Quite polite, she adjusted the pillow behind her, cleared her throat and said, "Come in."

Lu Qingqing was so familiar that she didn't even need to be greeted by the host. She just moved a stool from the table and sat down near the bed.While he was moving, he shared with Lu Chuyao the recent gossip in school.

When Feng Yang was mentioned, she paused and looked like she was hesitant to speak.

When Lu Chuyao saw this, his curiosity was aroused and he asked, "How is Feng Yang?" The name Feng Yang was very familiar, and he felt like he had heard it somewhere.

"He hasn't thought about food and food recently and has become much thinner. Do you really want to cut off contact with him?" Lu Qingqing stared at the delicate white face in front of her, suppressing her jealousy, and continued: "He doesn't believe you are so cruel, begging I give you this letter."

Lu Chuyao calmly reached out and took it. It was an ordinary envelope with five big words written on the cover, [Personally signed by Lu Chuyao].She held it in her hand and turned it over and over looking at it playfully, but didn't look at it.

Lu Qingqing was confused and anxious, so she couldn't help but urge, "Don't you want to read it? When he handed the letter to me, he gave many instructions, asking you to reply immediately after reading it."

"..."

The doll next to him put his fists on his eyes, scratching and twisting, as if it was a sign that he was about to wake up.Lu Chuyao handed the letter back to the braided girl in front of him, with a calm face, and whispered softly: "I don't understand why this Feng Yang wrote to me. Since it is through you, please tell him that I have My husband has a son, please stop harassing me.”

Lu Qingqing really didn't expect that Lu Chuyao would turn against her, which completely broke her plan... No, absolutely not!

She smiled like a good best friend and planned to persuade her, "Feng Yang will be returning to the city soon. I heard that the company that accepted him is very good, and the salary and benefits are as good as this." She held out five fingers. , eyes widened, extremely exaggerated.

Then he softened his tone and continued: "It's not easy for him to put down his dignity and take the initiative to seek peace. Yaoyao, don't be stubborn. Really, it's not easy to meet someone you like in this life. You are very lucky, Don’t miss him.”

Her words were sincere, as if she truly meant her best friend.In reality, I don’t know how vicious it is inside.

Lu Chuyao sneered in her heart. Just for a moment, she recalled the plot of the novel.The best friend of Snake and Scorpion was jealous that Lu Chuyao was favored by her family since she was a child. When she grew up, because she married her crush Song Mingze, her hatred grew and she came up with a vicious plan.

He used Feng Yang's pursuit of Lu Chuyao to fuel the flames and let the two of them secretly become good friends, which eventually led her to abandon her husband and son, becoming a slut despised by thousands of people.

The plot of the novel did go as smoothly as Lu Qingqing imagined, except that she did not abandon her son, but took her child with her.

Lu Chuyao couldn't hide her anger when she thought that the little baby lying beside her would one day be kidnapped by human traffickers, their organs removed, and brutally thrown into the forest to be eaten by wild beasts.

Facing Lu Qingqing's hypocritical face, I feel disgusted.

"That's enough!" She frowned and said coldly: "As your best friend, you actually let me cheat on you during our marriage. How can you feel at ease?"

She straightened her arms suddenly and pointed at the door of the room, "Please leave, I don't want to see you again."

"I" Lu Qingqing was frightened by her sudden anger and stammered to explain, but was interrupted by Lu Chuyao, "I'm not leaving, right? I called someone. Grandma -"

It's crazy!Lu Qingqing quickly put away the envelope and rushed out of the door in a panic.