Rebirth in the 70s: A rough man’s husband pinches his waist and dotes on him

Lin Qingping felt waves of pain swallowing her up inside.

Gradually, the voices of the doctor and the nurse seemed to drift away, and only chaotic darkness surrounded her.

A familiar feeling of suffocation came over me.

She began to struggle, and in the chaos she felt as if someone was strangling her neck. She couldn't breathe and her chest hurt.

She suddenly remembered what this feeling was...

It was the feeling of suffocation and despair in her previous life when her nephew pulled out her oxygen tube and covered her with a pillow.

Faintly, she even heard some sounds, strange yet familiar, very noisy, very noisy.

She felt that the noise gave her a headache, and she really wanted to break free of the hand on her neck. She was really about to be strangled to death by him...

However, she couldn't break free. The feeling of suffocation made her consciousness even more blurred. The hand on her neck grabbed her and pulled her down.

Below was a dark and endless abyss. She was being pulled down and down. The noisy sounds kept lingering in her ears, buzzing and making her head feel like it was going to explode.

"Aunt, you are almost 70 years old. People are going to die anyway, so why waste money? You should know that every day you lie in the hospital is a waste of my money! All of it is mine..."

Why do I hear this horrible sound again?

Doctor! Doctor, help! Someone pulled out my oxygen tube and is suffocating me!

"The oxygen tube fell off, put it on her."

Ah! Did the doctor hear her cry?

An air stream rushed into her nose, and she seemed to be able to breathe again. Her whole body felt relaxed. However, the hand that was pinching her neck did not loosen, and still pulled her down hard, into the endless darkness.

"Let me go!" She struggled hard and slapped the hand, "Lin Pengzhan, let me go!"

Her nephew's name was Lin Pengzhan, a name she had given him, hoping that he would soar to the sky like a roc...

During the struggle, she could also hear the doctor talking.

"The situation is critical. Go out and discuss it with the family."

She wanted to say something to the doctor, but the hand was strangling her, making her unable to speak. She pulled hard, and finally, the hand loosened, and she floated lightly into the darkness.

She heard a voice say, "No more air."

"Should we notify the doctor?"

"No, wait till you die more thoroughly."

She could tell that the two people in the conversation were her good nephew and niece from her previous life.

These two siblings are in collusion...

Did she come back? Did she see them again? What about Gu Juncheng? And her little pearl? What should she do?

She subconsciously touched her belly, but her hand seemed to be passing through air and she could not feel anything.

I opened my eyes wide and could finally see the scene clearly.

It is a hospital.

Hospital in the previous life.

She was floating outside the window of her single room.

Her nephews and nieces stood in front of her bed, and she was lying motionless on the bed with her oxygen tube hanging by the side.

"It's almost done. She should be dead," said her nephew. He put the oxygen tube back on her and ran out in a panic to call a doctor.

It seemed that my niece just reacted at this time, and she also cried and shouted for doctors and nurses.

The doctor pronounced him dead.

Her good nephews and nieces, as well as her brother and sister-in-law who arrived later, cried loudly.

She floated in the air, watching quietly, and suddenly felt very painful.

It turns out that after death, the soul will also feel pain, the kind of pain that feels like the soul is about to be torn apart...

From then on, she floated in the air, watching everything in the world.

She watched as her house was broken into by her nephew and niece, each with a group of people. The two groups started fighting over who should own the house.

Her carefully decorated house was in a mess, the glass was broken, the TV was smashed, the famous paintings on the wall were torn, and her favorite cups, bowls and dishes in the kitchen were broken all over the floor, not to mention the limited edition decorations she collected from all over the world, all of which were destroyed.

Later, her dear brother and his most sweet-talking sister-in-law called a lawyer and read her will in the ruins.

She provided food and clothing for her brother's family, from houses and cars to clothes and food. She gave them whatever they wanted. But they were still anxious, so anxious that they couldn't wait for her to die...

So she died, as they wished, giving them everything she had in her life, and she was reborn to start over.

But why did she come back? And she kept floating above them, watching them squander her inheritance, watching them cry with joy at their sudden wealth, watching them fight over uneven distribution...

The house she had carefully decorated, the exquisite porcelain, the expensive paintings hanging on the walls, were all smashed and torn apart by their alarm clock...

They don't understand art at all; they only care about money, money, and money. So they start a new round of squandering and fighting.

Until one day, the funeral home called her good nephew and asked him to take her urn away, and urged him several times.

Yes, they only cared about her inheritance and had completely forgotten about her.

The nephew called his niece and went to the funeral home to take the urn, but they had another argument over who would be responsible for burying her.

An urn fell to the ground and broke into pieces as the two pushed it back and forth...

She floated in the air, feeling a piercing pain.

Was she in a dream at this moment, or was her soul returning to her past life?

But whether it is a dream or a soul, will it hurt?

She also heard her good nephew say: "Forget it, just leave it here, the wind will blow it away, this is called... wind burial, it's good, in the wilderness, it can also be used as fertilizer for the trees, it can be regarded as our aunt's last contribution!"

So, her ashes and the urn were spread on the ground.

Lin Qingping floated there, stretched out his hand to gather everything, but could not gather anything.

Someone came in a hurry.

It turned out to be Zhiyuan, the middle-aged Zhiyuan.

Zhiyuan was shocked when he saw the scene on the ground. He quickly squatted down, picked up her ashes in handfuls with both hands and put them away.

Then, she floated to the tomb.

Zhiyuan also stood in front of the tomb, muttering to himself, "Mom, Dad Gu came to me in a dream and told me that you were in a bad condition and asked me to come and take you away and bury you next to him. I did as he asked. No matter what, you two can be together and take care of each other. I will come to see you again in the future."

Lin Qingping could see clearly then that these were two graves next to each other, with two tombstones. One was Gu Juncheng's with his name written on it, and the other was hers with the words: Tomb of the late mother Lin Qingping.

The person who erected the monument was named: Li Zhiyuan.

It turned out to be Zhiyuan...

The person who buried her in her previous life turned out to be Zhiyuan...

And buried her next to Gu Juncheng...

Zhiyuan, thank you, Zhiyuan...

Lin Qingping, who was floating in the air, almost wanted to cry.

She stretched out her hand and wanted to pat Zhiyuan on the shoulder, but she only heard a loud baby cry piercing the sky, and a huge force pulled her back.

After vaguely hearing the words "Okay, stop crying," she fell into darkness again.