Chapter 2 Sister, I’m sorry

Author: Mahjong Jun

Chapter 2 Sister, I’m sorry

Rushing to the door of his house, Zhao Wenmu suddenly did not dare to step in.

In front of me is still the low and dilapidated adobe house in my memory.

I really went back to 1980.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Wenmu pushed open the courtyard door and happened to see Zhao Jing writing something on the table in the main room.

She was carrying a small swaddle on her back. The little girl was already hungry and was sleeping now.

The thin figure looked even thinner now.

When she heard the noise, she turned her head and looked over, her eyes full of despair and panic.

Zhao Wenmu felt his heart throb in pain.

In her previous life, Zhao Jing wrote this letter in despair and helplessness, and then jumped off a cliff with her little girl, right?

How desperate is it to make this tough and tenacious woman go to a dead end with her baby who is less than three months old?

Thinking of this, he really wanted to whip himself and kill Zhao Wenmu, the man who forced his wife to death in his previous life.

Seeing that it was Zhao Wenmu, Zhao Jing quickly put away the pen and paper, and the look in her eyes quickly calmed down.

Then there was a fierce look in her eyes.

She gently put down her little girl, rushed to Zhao Wenmu, raised her hand and slapped him.

As soon as Zhao Wenmu's words came to his lips, he was slapped back.

Then she burst into tears and beat Zhao Wenmu all over her head and face while crying.

At this moment, she didn't want to take her little girl to death. Her little girl was her life and no one could take her away!

Why did Zhao Wenmu take away her rice noodle money!

Her little girl is still hungry!

Thinking like this, she didn't realize it herself, and her attacks became more and more serious.

By the time he reacted, Zhao Wenmu had been beaten into a pig's head.

He didn't resist or try to stop, he just let Zhao Jing hit him on his body and face.

He even lowered his body slightly in order to make it easier for Zhao Jing to fight.

Zhao Wenmu is nearly 1.8 meters tall and relatively strong. Zhao Jing, on the other hand, is only 1.64 meters tall and is even more skinny.

However, Zhao Jing has been doing farm work all year round, and her long and thin hands are covered with rough calluses, so her strength is not small.

Zhao Jing was tired from the beating, so she held her face with her hands and continued to cry.

Zhao Wenmu held her in his arms and murmured:

"Sister, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

In fact, they had never had close contact. The time when they were pregnant with their little girl, Zhao Wenmu was drunk and had sex while half drunk and half awake.

After that, Zhao Wenmu never touched her again.

Zhao Jing cried for a while and then slowly calmed down.

Realizing what had happened, she hurriedly broke away from Zhao Wenmu's arms.

"Brother, are you okay?"

She was really panicking now. Zhao Wenmu's face was bruised and swollen.

There were also shocking scratches on his calves.

Zhao Jing looked carefully and saw that there were many bloody footprints on the ground.

Only then did she notice that Zhao Wenmu had no shoe on one of his feet, and blood was oozing from it.

She immediately knelt down to look, her eyes filled with tears again.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Jing couldn't help but feel distressed in her tone.

Zhao Wenmu only felt warm in her heart. She always pretended to be herself in her heart. Why was she so confused in her previous life?

"Sister, I'm fine."

Only then did Zhao Jing realize that Zhao Wenmu had been calling her sister. Since the two got married, Zhao Wenmu had never called her sister again. It was always "Zhao Jing" or "Hey".

She quickly got liquor and water and cleaned the wounds on Zhao Wenmu's legs and soles.

Seeing the criss-crossed, bone-deep scars on the soles of Zhao Wenmu's feet, I couldn't help but shed tears one by one.

"Brother, let's go to the health center and take a look."

Zhao Wenmu, however, was determined not to go. He knew that his family had no money. He had spent 3 Yuan 2 of the 6.3 Yuan, which should not be enough to buy rice noodles now.

"Sister, it's okay. It just looks scary. It doesn't hurt at all."

Zhao Jing had no choice but to clean his wound carefully, and then bandaged him with the only white cotton cloth he had.

These cloths were originally used to make diapers for the little girl.

She brought the shoes she had made for Zhao Wenmu and carefully put them on for him.

Zhao Jing makes one or two new pairs of shoes for Zhao Wenmu every year, but she has not had new shoes for several years.

Thinking of this, Zhao Wenmu's eyes became moist again.

At this moment, the little girl started crying.

Zhao Jing hurriedly went to make rice noodles for her, but then she remembered that the rice noodles were gone.

She stood there with a lonely expression.

Zhao Wenmu understood immediately.

"Sister, you wait at home while I go buy rice noodles."

He stood up and walked outside.

Just as he was about to step out of the door, Zhao Wenmu suddenly turned around and rushed back to Zhao Jing, grabbing Zhao Jing's hand.

"Sister, I have the 6.3 yuan here, I didn't spend it."

"I'm going to buy rice noodles right now, you wait for me!"

Zhao Jing's hand was thin, cold, and rough, but he really wanted to hold it like this and never let go.

"Um."

Zhao Jing lowered her head shyly, but did not withdraw her hand.

My little brother suddenly seemed like a different person. Could it be because he was beaten by me?

Zhao Wenmu let go of her hand and immediately ran towards the small shop in the neighboring village.

"Brother, please slow down and be careful of the injuries on your feet."

Behind him was Zhao Jing's anxious shout.

It’s great to have relatives who care about you!

The small shop selling rice noodles is a branch of the rural supply and marketing cooperative, located not far away in Sanli Village.

Because the operator is from Sanli Village, and the people who come to buy things are from several nearby villages, and everyone looks down without looking up, so occasionally you can get some money on credit.

A bag of rice noodles is 500 grams, and the price is 5 yuan.

In this day and age, a pound of meat only costs 60 to 70 cents, and rice noodles are quite expensive.

Milk powder is far more expensive than rice noodles. None of the supply and marketing cooperatives in the commune have milk powder. This is a valuable item that only people in the city can afford.

Sure enough, milk powder is not cheap at any time.

Zhao Wenmu only had 3 yuan and 1 cent in his hand.

"Uncle Xu, I only have 3 yuan here. Do you think I can take it on credit and deliver it to you tomorrow?"

Although Xu Laosan, the seller, knew that Zhao Wenmu was a well-known street kid, he often came to buy things and his credit was still very good.

He readily agreed.

When Zhao Wenmu arrived home carrying rice noodles, Zhao Jing was walking around in the yard with her little girl in her arms.

There was no way, the child would cry when he was hungry, so she could only distract the little girl's attention as much as possible.

As he walked, he looked toward the door.

She was still worried that Zhao Wenmu would use the money to buy alcohol or gamble.

Three feet of ice is not a day's cold, and there is still a long way to go before she can completely trust Zhao Wenmu.
To be continued...