Rebirth: My Mother is a Virgin Mary

As the lights came on, the night market became more crowded. I took out my cell phone. It was already seven o'clock in the evening. I had had enough of shopping. I also don't like crowded places, so I walked home with the grilled cold noodles, starch sausage, fried squid skewers and octopus balls I had bought.

When I walked to the door of the store, I heard a quarrel. It wasn’t really a quarrel, but more precisely, it was Cheng Xinyuan’s one-sided questioning and Ms. Lin’s faint sigh…

I shook my head. I must have told Cheng Yinfeng about the time when she pushed me into the well. I was seven years old and Cheng Xinyuan was only two years old. No one mentioned it later. He just found out today, so it's normal that he can't digest it for a while. I said he was in a bad mood after dinner. Alas, I should have thought of it earlier. On the first day of rebirth, many things that didn't happen in the previous life happened, and the trajectory of events would change accordingly. I overlooked this point and didn't take into account Cheng Xinyuan's mentality...

"Mom! I don't believe that you just found out about my sister being pushed into the well today like I did!" It seems that Cheng Xinyuan and Ms. Lin have been communicating for a while. Cheng Xinyuan has many questions in his heart. Obviously, Ms. Lin's answer did not satisfy Cheng Xinyuan. She must have said that she just found out today too. I'm not sure if she really knows, or if she only believes it today. I told her when I was seven years old, but no one comforted me. Everyone hoped that I would forget it and pretend that it never happened. But she was the person I trusted the most when I was young. At the age of seven, I firmly believed that my mother would make the decision for me, but she didn't believe it and said that I was sick and confused...

Facing Cheng Xinyuan's questioning, Ms. Lin still didn't say much and avoided it with silence. I knew that Cheng Xinyuan would get no results if he continued to ask, so I called him to come over and eat. It would not taste good if it got cold. I also called Ms. Lin to come over and eat. Ms. Lin said, "You two eat, I'll wait..." I got angry immediately. She didn't need her, so where did she get the perverse idea that if she eats less, the child will eat more? Doesn't she know the condition of her own body? I said firmly, "I've been eating all afternoon, and I've eaten more than you two! The ones I bought are yours, come and eat, if you don't eat, I'll throw your share away now!" Ms. Lin was most afraid of waste, so she stopped what she was doing, picked up only a string of squid, and pushed the rest in front of Cheng Xinyuan. Cheng Xinyuan was obviously still angry with Ms. Lin, and moved aside again.

I pushed her back and said, "We already bought a lot for Cheng Xinyuan, enough for him to eat. These are all yours, you must finish them! You are so polite in front of your own children!" My tone was unquestionable. Ms. Lin smiled and said, "Okay, I will listen to my daughter!" She pulled out a chair and sat down, taking a bite of the octopus ball: "Hmm! This is delicious!"

Cheng Xinyuan's cheeks were puffed up, and he stuffed more food into his mouth before he finished it. It's not good to be emotional while eating! "You don't have to question anyone, that happened a long time ago, it's all over..." I advised. Cheng Xinyuan's eyes immediately widened and looked at me, with puffed cheeks, like an angry little squirrel. I resisted the urge to poke his cheek and continued, "The past doesn't mean I forgive her. I mentioned this today to tell them that I haven't forgotten anything. Think about it when you bully me. I know you feel sorry for me, so you can keep your anger to your second aunt and others. What's the big deal about getting angry with our mother!" Ms. Lin paused while eating. I pinched an octopus ball from in front of Cheng Xinyuan. Ms. Lin quickly pushed hers to me. I waved my hand and continued, "What does it matter whether our mother knows or not? That year, it was just me and our father. My mother only found out about my illness when I returned to the county. What if I told her? That group of people wanted to cover it up. Who would believe a seven-year-old child...Okay, let's not talk about it anymore!" Ms. Lin looked at me with red eyes, and Cheng Xinyuan also looked at Ms. Lin with a little apology. I couldn't stand this kind of warm occasion and changed the subject: "Cheng Xinyuan, call me to play basketball tomorrow, I also want to exercise!" I went out for a walk in the afternoon and found that my physical condition was too poor at the age of 20. I would have hypoglycemia and physical exhaustion after walking a few steps. I couldn't compare with me who ran a full marathon in my peak period in my previous life. I should exercise quickly while I'm young!

Judging from the speed at which she ate, Ms. Lin was in a much better mood. She even ate some enoki mushrooms from Cheng Xinyuan's bowl. Hmm... that's good! In fact, in recent years, Ms. Lin's temper and her thoughts towards me and Cheng Xinyuan have improved a lot compared to before, although she still exudes a saintly heart all the time...

When did the changes begin? Maybe in the first year of high school?

The courses in the first year of high school were numerous and tight. I was not strong in science. Although my grades were still among the best, it was still a bit difficult. Cheng Xingmin saw that my grades were fluctuating, and his dissatisfaction came up again. Every day after evening self-study, I had to face his insults and beatings when I got home. I thought about escaping, but I couldn't. I even planned to secretly rent a house outside the school, but it was not that easy. I was arrested before I could do it. Ms. Lin also advised that I should save some face for the child since he was older. Cheng Xinyuan also went against Cheng Xingmin, but he was no match for Cheng Xingmin. Cheng Xingmin became more and more dissatisfied with Cheng Xinyuan. What he wanted was always a child who obeyed him and had excellent grades. Cheng Xinyuan and I were not... Over time, I was under great pressure, my mental state was very bad, and I was melancholy...

Life at home is hard enough, and school life isn’t much better…

In high school, it is common for boys and girls to fall in love. As long as it is not a big deal, some teachers will turn a blind eye. But this has nothing to do with our experimental class. The experimental class schedule is tighter than the ordinary class. The lunch time is compressed to 20 minutes. The teacher also clearly stipulates that if you are found to be in a relationship, you will be immediately persuaded to leave the experimental class.

It all started when I found a love letter in a drawer one day. It was unsigned and spread over several pages. I had no intention of doing this, and I didn’t want to cause any trouble, so I tore up the love letter and threw it into the trash can without even looking at it carefully. I didn’t expect that the love letter was not finished yet. There was another one the next day. No matter how many times I tore it up and threw it into the trash can, someone would always find out. I knew from a young age that grades had nothing to do with character, so I was not surprised that someone complained about it. I was invited to the office by the head teacher, and I also faced the grade director. I simply thought that I just had to explain the matter clearly. After all, I didn’t even know who the other party was, and it had nothing to do with premature love. But the grade director didn’t think so. He thought that I was disrupting the morale of the students in the experimental class, and that I had disturbed the students’ study. He wanted me to quit the experimental class... I was speechless by the grade director’s unreasonable remarks. The head teacher was not as pedantic as the grade director. He thought that the matter was explained clearly, and I really didn’t know, so there was no need to make a fuss. He also asked me if I had any idea about the person who wrote the love letter. I shook my head. I didn’t even know that person. But I had my own thoughts. Although there were many words in the love letter, there were many typos and some sentences were not fluent. It was either a prank or someone with poor grades... The head teacher nodded, and the grade director didn’t say anything. I thought the matter was over, but I didn’t expect that the nightmare had just begun...

I didn't receive any more love letters, and rumors started to spread in the class. Some said I was innocent, some said I was shameless, and some said I had hooked up with so many people that I forgot who was who... They isolated me and bullied me behind my back. I thought I was just average, so I didn't care about it on the surface. Only the results of the monthly exams told my classmates: no matter how they treated me, they still couldn't beat me. Only I knew how much pressure I was under and how much I was suffering. I was not made of steel, and what they said and did was like a needle, piercing my heart...

When I was thinking that I could be patient and get out of here soon after the arts and sciences division, a few girls stopped me after evening self-study one day. I didn't know them, but from the name tags on their chests, I knew that they were students of the same grade but different classes. There were 16 classes, how could I know everyone...

They dragged me into the toilet, pulled my hair, tore my clothes, punched and kicked me, and scratched my face with their long nails. In the empty and silent campus, no one knew that a bullying incident was happening in the playground toilet... I fought back, but one punch was no match for four hands. I asked them why they did that, I didn't even know them! From their slurred words, I pieced together a truth that made me laugh and cry...

It was the same love letter. I had no impression of the boy, and I didn’t even remember his name. I didn’t know how he caught his eye during a speech contest. The boy was the last in the class, but because he was tall, sunny, righteous, and good at basketball, he won the hearts of many girls, including the ones who hit me. The love letter incident caused quite a stir in the grade because the head teacher and the grade director asked me to go to the office to reprimand him. Those girls only knew that their sweethearts had a sweetheart, but didn’t know their names or what they looked like. That disturbance helped them figure it out, so I had this unexpected disaster…