Reborn as an educated youth, my love brain awakens

Ji Qinglan suddenly opened her eyes and stared at the roof in a daze. Looking at the two glazed tiles on the roof, her pupils suddenly widened.

Here, it seems...

She realized where this was. It was the home where she had lived for two years in her previous life. Ji Qinglan suddenly became flustered. She stretched out her dry hands and kept groping around. Finally, she felt relieved when she touched a warm package.

Her son is still alive.

Holding her lost and found son, looking at his tender and thin face, Ji Qinglan burst into tears. Her throat was hoarse and she couldn't make a sound, and her dry eyes couldn't shed a single tear.

In her previous life, she had shed all her tears.

The wooden door opened, and a woman in gray with patches on her clothes came in, carrying a cracked porcelain bowl.

"Qinglan, you finally woke up. I made some porridge for you. Drink some while it's hot."

It was called porridge, but there was only a shallow layer of rice at the bottom of the bowl with a few pitiful grains of rice.

When he saw the person coming, Ji Qinglan's eyes were ferocious, veins on his hands were exposed, and he wished he could kill her. The child in his arms cried in pain and was woken up by Ji Qinglan.

She quickly patted her son in her arms and lowered her head to hide the hatred in her eyes.

It was this person, the good person Xiangqing's wife whom she trusted, who stole her food and gave it to her own son when she was too sick to get out of bed, stole the malted milk she left for her son and gave it to his younger son to drink, and finally stole her new sword and spread rumors in the village that she had gone mad and ran away.

Half of her suffering in her previous life was caused by Sister Xiangqing.

She no longer wanted to face the tragic experience of her previous life again. She had a new child, and she wanted to protect him and help him grow up safely.

Seeing Sister Xiangqing approaching, Ji Qinglan calmed down, pushed back the porridge that was pushed over to him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Sister Xiangqing, please put it aside for me. My throat hurts so much right now, I can't eat."

Mrs. Xiangqing looked worried as she looked at the porridge in the bowl and said, "It's very cold. It will get cold if left alone. I'd better take it back to the stove to warm it up. Just call me when you want some."

Ji Qinglan nodded and thanked him despite feeling hungry.

How could she dare to drink the porridge with added ingredients?

"Then go to sleep! Call me if you need anything." Mrs. Xiangqing said as she took the bowl out.

Ji Qinglan lay down holding Xin Cheng, slowly recalling his past life.

She remembered that at this time in her previous life, she suddenly caught a cold and had a high fever that wouldn't go away. She stayed in bed for five days. She asked her sister-in-law Xiangqing, who had always been on good terms with her, to help take care of her, but her illness did not get better. Later, Xincheng disappeared, and she frantically looked for him, which made her condition worse.

Xiangqing's sister-in-law spread rumors in the village that she had gone crazy, and even when she disappeared later, Xiangqing's sister-in-law said she had run away.

In fact, she knew it very well in her heart. She had been awake the whole time. She saw with her own eyes that Xin Cheng, whom she had been looking for, was suffocated to death by the captain's eldest son and buried under the jujube tree in the yard.

That night, it was a moonlit night with a strong wind, snow was falling from the cold sky, and the world was chilly. Her new sword was only a tiny bit big and had not had time to grow up yet.

She struggled like crazy, but they grabbed her and gagged her, so she couldn't make a sound. She could only watch her new son being killed by that beast, and watch them dig a hole to bury him.

After her death, her soul lingered and kept floating around the village chief's house. Only then did she understand the reason for her misfortune.

It all started because of her husband Liang Qian.

She and Liang Qian grew up together and were childhood sweethearts. In 1968, when Liang Qian was demoted to the Honghe Brigade, she followed him without hesitation. She was the child of a martyr and received a monthly subsidy of 20 yuan.

Therefore, she and Liang Qian lived a good life in the countryside even though the conditions were difficult.

Liang Qian was good-looking and had artistic talent. Wearing the white shirt and suit pants she bought for him, he was a beautiful sight in the village. He served as the host of the literary and artistic conference. There was no female educated youth and girls in the village who disliked him, including the team leader's daughter Xiang Lanlan.

But Liang Qian was devoted to her. At that time, her heart was sweet and she was looking forward to love.

In 1972, Liang Qian proposed to her and she agreed without hesitation. They held a wedding and settled down in the Honghe Brigade.

She thought she married for love.

A year after her marriage, she gave birth to Xin Cheng.

In the same year, her parents' comrades-in-arms could not bear to see her suffer in the countryside with her child, and finally found an opportunity for her to return to the city. Unfortunately, there was only one spot, so she gave it to Liang Qian without hesitation and let Liang Qian go back first.

Because Liang Qian told her that as long as she was in the countryside, her parents' comrades-in-arms would definitely find a way.

Before leaving, Liang Qian swore to her that he would do everything he could to get her and her son back to the city.

This wait lasted for three months, from summer to autumn. Xin Cheng had been waiting for six months when she received the bad news about Liang Qian.

Died of illness.

She couldn't bear the blow and fell ill. This illness marked the beginning of her suffering.

Xin Cheng was murdered and she died in captivity.

After her death, her soul wandered in the human world for twenty years, always lingering in the village chief's house, unable to leave or reincarnate.

She must be accompanying her new lover, she always thought so.

Until one day, she saw her husband Liang Qian, who had been dead for 25 years, appear in the Xiang family as a son-in-law.

At this time, he was successful and elegant, just like the young man in the white shirt back then. He was accompanied by his dignified and elegant wife Xiang Lanlan, and an outstanding son, named Captain Xiang, Grandpa.

The boy's name is Liang Xincheng.

Ji Qinglan, whose mind had been confused for twenty years, suddenly understood.

She rushed to Liang Qian like crazy, wanting to catch him and ask him why he wanted to marry Xiang Lanlan? Why was his and Xiang Lanlan's son also named Xin Cheng?

Unfortunately, she was just a soul. She passed through Liang Qian again and again but failed to grab even a piece of his clothes.

After an unknown amount of time, she became tired and huddled in a corner, crying in despair.

I heard the proud conversation between Xiang Lanlan and her daughter.

It turned out that Liang Qian had been colluding with Xiang Lanlan after going to the countryside. On the surface, he was with her and enjoyed the life resources she brought him, married her and had children with her. But secretly he had been having an affair with Xiang Lanlan for a long time. They both became pregnant at the same time and gave birth at the same time.

After Liang Qian returned to the city, he lied that she had died of illness in the countryside, leaving behind only a sickly son.

Xiang Lanlan brought her biological son to Beijing to reunite with Liang Qian as a foster mother. Her parents' comrades-in-arms arranged jobs for the two of them for the sake of Xincheng. Liang Qian used his connections to climb up the ladder and took a high position...

Their family lived a happy life by eating the blood of the mother and son.

She hates it, she hates it so much!

Ji Qinglan's soul finally went crazy.

When she regained consciousness, she was reborn and returned to the time before the tragedy began.

At this time, Xiang Lanlan must have already followed Liang Qian, who had returned secretly, to the capital!

His stomach was rumbling and Xin Cheng in his arms was crying softly. He was hungry too.