MTL - 90s, The Cannon Fodder Wife of the Paranoid Boss is Reborn-Chapter 1 I want to marry you

Chapter 1 I want to marry you

"I want to marry you."

The girl was carrying a bulging old cloth bag and was blocking the door of the house. Her weak voice was as thin as a mosquito fly. The morning breeze blew, and her thin and thin body trembled slightly.

The nervousness on her face was mixed with fear. She didn't even dare to raise her head, let alone look at him.

Xiao Cheng was alone with his pockets in his pocket, leaning against the door frame, with a cigarette in his ear. His posture was impudent, his deep eyes were full of indifference that could repel people from thousands of miles away, his cold eyes glanced at her, and the corners of his lips curled up carelessly. sneer.

"Not interested in."

 After saying that, he stretched out his long legs and walked straight out.

 The cold wind passing by made the girl tremble all over, and her voice rose several degrees.

"I am pregnant."

She quickly opened the washed white cloth bag, took out the creased and mottled report sheet, handed it to Xiao Cheng tremblingly, and immediately lowered her head when she saw his gloomy face.

 “Yes, yes, it’s yours...”

Suddenly there was a thunderous knock on the door.

　　The reception of memories was interrupted. Bai Lu rubbed her painful and heavy temples and sat up from the wooden bed, holding an unopened green plastic bottle in her hand.

 “Danny, open the door!”

 The sound of banging on the door was mixed with the angry voice of the little boy.

Bai Lu raised her hand to lift open the old cotton mosquito net and looked at everything in the room that was simple, shabby and unfamiliar.

 Finally had to accept—

 She has traveled to the 1990s!

He also wore it on Bai Lu, the wife of a local bully who had a notorious reputation and was avoided by everyone, with the same name as her.

On the wooden table, there is a girl with fluffy hair in the mirror. She has fair skin, a pair of bright and pure eyes, and her facial features are clear and flawless. Her appearance is the same as hers, but her body is thinner and thinner.

The person knocking on the door and shouting was none other than the half-brother of the bully Xiao Cheng, Xiao Wei.

The original wooden door panel without the latch, tap it twice with a little force, and the door will open.

Seven-year-old Xiao Wei is not tall, thin and short. He rushes in with a pot lid on his head. His old clothes that have turned yellow from washing are hanging on his body. They are baggy, but his complexion is very good. His face is yellow and rosy. .

He was probably angry, because at this moment, he was glaring fiercely at the green bottle in Bai Lu's hand.

Three years ago, Xiao Wei's parents had a quarrel and a fight. Xiao Wei's mother drank this stuff and left him.

Xiao Wei suddenly snatched away the green bottle and threw the ball of paper tightly held in his other hand onto Bai Lu.

He glared at her hard and ran out.

Bai Lu looked confused and spread out the paper ball in her hand.

The scattered old editions were worth 50 cents, 1 yuan and 2 yuan. Although they were old, they were flat and smooth, and the new creases crumpled into small paper **** were still clearly visible. They added up to 20 yuan.

Due to their family of origin, Xiao Cheng and Xiao Wei have a bad relationship. Xiao Wei is very afraid of Xiao Cheng and dare not trouble him with anything. Xiao Cheng is often away from home for three days.

This should be the money Xiao Wei collected and sold for scraps and saved for a long time, intending to buy school supplies and the like.

Being forced to do nothing, I had to hand it over to her full of resentment.

 “What a sin!”

Bai Lu sighed, got up and went out.

The remote southern border town has missed out on the dividends of reform and opening up due to various reasons due to its geographical location. Its economic development is lagging behind, and the streets are still full of blue-brick and black-tiled houses.

 There is an Eight Immortals table in the middle hall of the main house, and four long benches corresponding to the four directions, arranged in an orderly manner.

The ancient wall clock on the wall, the long and short hands pointed to eleven at the same time, and the pendulum sounded a thick and distant sound.

 “Dang, Dang, Dang…”

 The yellowed calendar was blown by the wind.

  Sunday, March 23, 1997.

It was raining heavily outside, with lightning and thunder, and when Bai Lu came to the kitchen, Xiao Wei was sitting in front of the stove lighting the fire.

There are several eggs piled on the chicken bowl on the stove. The seasonings are only salt, oil, and soy sauce. Only a faint layer of dark brown is left on the bottom of the bottle, and there is a layer of ash on the bottle cap.

I don’t know how long it’s been since I opened it. After the pot was heated, Xiao Wei stuffed a few long bamboo slices into the stove hole and shook off the ashes on his hands.

Pick up the small bench and put it in front of the stove, stand on it, and prepare to add oil and beat the eggs.

"Let me do it."

Bai Lu put the money back into Xiao Wei's hand, took the oil pot, and poured a circle of oil into the pot.

 When the oil is hot, start beating the first egg.

 Xiao Wei was surprised and shocked. He stared at her with wide eyes and his little hands remained motionless.

 Until he was sure that she was not joking, he folded the money carefully and put it back into his pocket.

As soon as he got off the bench, he heard a "bang" sound and a piece of black tile fell into the pot.

 Torn apart.

The freshly beaten eggs were stained with broken tiles and mixed with the rainwater that kept falling down. They were black, white, and yellow, and the pot was covered with debris.

In the 21st century, Bai Lu has been well fed and clothed since she was a child. When she saw such an unprecedented scene for the first time, she was immediately shocked!

Holding the spatula in one hand and the broken empty eggshell in the other, she looked down at the crumbs in the pot.

 He looked up again at the holes in the tiled roof.

　　I was stunned for three seconds.

Cai Mumu turned his head and looked at Comrade Xiao Wei who was also stunned: "This..."

 “What to do?”

Xiao Wei looked at the egg liquid residue in the pot with a pained face. If the fire was hotter, the eggs would be beaten into the pot and formed immediately, and they would definitely still be edible.

 It’s a pity that it is wasted now.

Leaking in tile houses is common and not surprising, but this was the first time he had seen a tile directly hit the pot.

“I’m going to take out the cooking pot and replace this pot with it. I’ll use it first. Later, when the rain subsides, I’ll go up to the roof to take a look…”

Before he finished speaking, there was another "bang".

This time, several tiles fell together, and even the bricks holding the tiles fell down, directly smashing the pot.

A beam of fire rose from a hole as big as an egg, and was extinguished by the pouring rain in the blink of an eye.

Bai Lu and Xiao Wei stood close to each other, and their faces were splashed with black rain sleet and ash, and they also received a lot of blows on their bodies.

 The two of them hurriedly moved the condiment bottles, remaining eggs, rice pots and other intact items to the woodshed next door, and then placed the enamel washbasin on the stove to collect water.

The basin was too small and filled up in less than a moment, so I had to change to a larger bath basin, which could barely last a little longer.

 After working for a long time, most of my clothes were soaked and my hair was also wet.

The kitchen is on the left side of the main house. It is not one-piece, but a separate tile-roofed house. One room is for storing firewood, and the other is for cooking. The big one and the small one go back to change clothes in the rain.

After Bai Lu changed her clothes, she wiped her hair with the corner of her clothes that wasn't soaked. Then she went to the woodshed, took the lid of the pot outside, washed it with water, and continued to fry eggs.

 Conditions are too difficult.

 You can only make the best use of it.

 After frying the eggs, stir-fry some vegetables. Although there is not a piece of meat, it is barely enough for two people.

 In fact, although Xiao Cheng went home less often, he still gave money to his family every month. He always took care of it alone, but never used it to improve his life.

They were all saved elsewhere.

 After the meal, the heavy rain turned into drizzle.

Bai Lu opened her old and rusty umbrella and told Xiao Wei before going out: "I'm going out to buy a pot. You're home alone. Don't go to the roof. Wait for me to come back."

 …

 —Linglong dividing line—

 The male and female protagonists are clean physically and mentally, 1v1

 Pregnancy is a misdiagnosis, drunken night is a misunderstanding, it will be revealed later, so stay tuned, thank you for your support!

 (End of this chapter)