Chapter 1

"Fangzhi?

I heard that your man was drunk last night. He didn't hit you again, did he? "

"No, he was drunk yesterday and didn't see where he was going. He knocked the leg of the table and is still unconscious."

"Serves him right!

He's such a bastard that even the heavens can't stand him. "

When Zhang Xiangyang was in a deep sleep, he heard two women whispering to each other.

The voices were like a few strands of thread that kept winding around his ears. He wanted to reach out and pull them away, but his whole body was weak.

He couldn't move, but fortunately, he stopped struggling. After he calmed down, he realized that the muffled voices from before had become much clearer.

The screaming female voice was exasperated. She slapped her thigh and said excitedly, "Fangzhi, why don't you divorce Third Brother?

He's just a jerk.

He flirts with that educated youth every day.

I've seen it a few times.

You've worked yourself to death at work every day and your body has collapsed. Why bother? "

Hearing this voice, Zhang Xiangyang guessed that it should be a woman in her thirties.

A timid female voice replied, "If I divorce him, what will happen to the child?

How many good stepmothers can there be? "

After she finished speaking, she sighed heavily.

Zhang Xiangyang guessed that this person should be very young, about twenty-one or twenty-two years old.

Her voice was really nice.

The words just now seemed to have touched the woman. Her voice was a little choked. "Fangzhi, it's all my fault. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have married into such a family.

I've always regretted keeping you in the first place. "

The woman called Fangzhi said while crying, "Cousin, it's not your fault. It's all my bad luck."

These words aroused the woman's dissatisfaction. "Bah!

What bad luck!

If you ask me, it's Third Brother's fault. He deliberately ruined your reputation and forced you to marry him, but he didn't treat you well. "

Suddenly, the sound of the door being pushed open woke the two people who were having a private conversation.

A strong female voice said, "Bah!

I'll beat you to death, you troublemaker!

You only know how to mess things up every day.

What kind of grudge do you have with your cousin? You actually urged her to get a divorce. You heartless person. I should have asked Boss to divorce you back then.

Every day, she makes trouble at Third Brother's house … "

Zhang Xiangyang felt his head hurt badly. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. He opened his eyes and roared, "Shut up!"

Zhang Xiangyang heard the sound of something heavy falling to the ground. Then, he felt a sharp pain on his buttocks.

He opened his eyes and found that it was dark all around. The only place with a bit of light was the crack in the door.

"What's wrong?

Little Sanzi?

You're awake? "The middle-aged woman who was still scolding immediately pushed open the door and walked in.

As she barged in, Zhang Xiangyang almost jumped in fright.

An unfamiliar middle-aged woman, an unfamiliar room, and an extremely shabby kang.

At this moment, he was sitting on the hard ground.

What's wrong with him?

He held his head and tried hard to recall what happened last night.

His stepmother's younger brother got married. His biological father said at the banquet that he bought a house for his brother in the county. Looking at the happy faces of the family of four, he felt suffocated.

After leaving the banquet, he wandered around the village and happened to meet his elementary school classmate, Liu Dagui.

Liu Dagui wore a gold chain thicker than his pinky finger and was dressed in branded clothes. He insisted on dragging him to drink.

During the banquet, he listened to Liu Dagui brag about his ability and his road to wealth.

He thought about how he worked hard for seven years and only managed to save a little money, but his girlfriend couldn't wait to throw herself into someone else's arms. He felt depressed.

He thought about how he was the only person in his village who got into university. In the end, he couldn't even compare to a primary school student like Liu Dagui.

He drank one glass after another until he was completely drunk.

He thought that he was in Liu Dagui's house. Even if he was drunk, Liu Dagui wouldn't deny him a sofa to lie on.

Why did he wake up and find that the place had changed?

Wasn't this Liu Dagui's house?

Liu Dagui's house was a three-story building with marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and cabinets made of solid wood.

The style of decoration was extremely luxurious. The golden color was especially dazzling.

What about this place?

It was like black and white. Visually, it was a different place. No matter how he looked at it, it was poor.

How did he return to the time before liberation?

"Xiao Sanzi?

What's wrong with you?

Why are you in a daze?

Did you hit your head? "

Zhang Xiangyang looked at the unfamiliar aunt and subconsciously lowered his head.

He didn't know her at all.

Seeing her son's silly look, the middle-aged woman immediately shouted outside, "Fangzhi, come over and see if your man hit his head?"

Zhang Xiangyang's hand that was rubbing his knee paused. Your man?

Did he transmigrate?

He lowered his head and looked at his hand. When the middle-aged woman pushed the door open, the room was much brighter. Thus, he didn't find it difficult to look at his hand. These hands weren't his. Although drifting to Beijing was tough, he didn't do any manual labor. Not only were his hands dark and skinny, but most importantly, there were many calluses on his palms.

While he was in a daze, a fair and slender hand suddenly touched his wrist. Zhang Xiangyang subconsciously looked over.

He saw a girl of about twenty-one or twenty-two years old. Her eyes were lowered, and from his angle, he could see her small fan-like eyelashes fluttering. Her cheeks were as white as jade, and her lips were like peach blossoms.

She didn't look at him. Instead, she calmly replied to the middle-aged woman, "Mother, he's fine."

The middle-aged woman patted her chest and chided him, "Look at you. Why are you so careless?" She flicked the dust off his knee and asked in a gentle voice, "Are you hurt?"

No one had ever looked at him with such a worried gaze. Zhang Xiangyang's heart warmed as he gently shook his head.

The middle-aged woman heaved a huge sigh of relief and said to the girl beside her, "Go and cook for Little Sanzi. Don't just stand here."

The young girl nodded and walked out.

Zhang Xiangyang's eyes couldn't help but follow her. He couldn't help it. He had heard it just now. He was her man.

In other words, he, who had been abandoned by his girlfriend, actually transmigrated and had a mother and a wife.

His first reaction was shock. His second reaction was surprise.

He was so useless. He had been neglected by his family until he grew up. Finally, there was someone who doted on him.

The middle-aged woman looked at him with such a loving gaze. However, after he was happy, he felt a little guilty. After all, he was now taking on the identity of her son.

He didn't dare to look at the middle-aged woman for too long. He looked around and saw a woman in her thirties standing by the door. At this moment, she was glaring at him with wide eyes.

Zhang Xiangyang thought that this person should be his wife's cousin. Thus, he smiled and greeted her. "Cousin."

The three people in the room were startled by the shout.

He Fangzhi, who was walking out, was also shocked by this call. She instinctively turned back to look at him.

Being stared at by three people and six pairs of eyes, Zhang Xiangyang's heart tightened. He swallowed nervously.

The woman standing by the door was the first to spit. "Crazy!" Then, she walked away cursing.

Zhang Xiangyang was a little confused. Suddenly, his arm was grabbed by someone. Then, a rough and calloused hand touched his forehead. Her eyes were full of worry, and her voice trembled a little. "Little Sanzi, what's wrong with you?

You're not really stupid, are you? "

Zhang Xiangyang immediately rubbed his forehead. "My head hurts a little!"

The middle-aged woman was shocked. She quickly helped him sit down. "Then lie down and rest."

She helped Zhang Xiangyang onto the kang bed. After he lay down, the middle-aged woman sat beside him. "Little Sanzi, go to sleep. Mother will sit here and watch over you. You won't fall down."

Zhang Xiangyang's eyes welled up. A warm current flowed into his heart. Was this a mother's love?

He closed his eyes and quietly listened to the sound of footsteps fading away.

His wife must have gone out.

He opened his eyes. "Mother, I'm fine. You can go out first."

Mother Zhang shook her head. "Go to sleep. I'm fine."

She thought for a moment and added, "Don't worry. Your father doesn't have time to care about me now. He's watching everyone go to work."

Work?

Zhang Xiangyang's heart tightened.

Had he transmigrated to the 60s and 70s?

He wanted to ask her, but he was worried that he would give himself away.

He decided to ask about that person first. He probed, "Mother, what happened just now?"

At the mention of this, Mother Zhang was filled with anger. She scolded angrily, "It's all because of your sister-in-law. She actually urged your wife to divorce you.

How can she be so evil? She's really a piece of work. "

Sister-in-law?

No wonder.

So that person was the original wife's cousin. She was also the original wife's sister-in-law.

It was no wonder that the three of them were so shocked.

Because of their multiple identities, the man's side took precedence in most places.

Of course, the woman could still address him as before.

Zhang Xiangyang gently touched his forehead. He looked guilty. "Look, I fell and my head hurts." So it's pardonable that I called the wrong person.

Mother Zhang didn't catch his unspoken words. She immediately panicked when she heard him complaining about the pain. "Aiya, don't fall and hurt your brain."

She stomped her foot. "Why don't I go to the community's health center to get a doctor to take a look at you? Your wife hasn't seen anyone in years. Don't get rusty."

Zhang Xiangyang saw how anxious she was and quickly comforted her. "Mom, I'm fine. I just swayed a little."

As for why he didn't say that he had lost his memory, Zhang Xiangyang said that he had only knocked his head and it didn't hurt much. Also, he wasn't sure if there was a device in this era that could detect blood clots in the brain.

He didn't want to take the risk.

This woman was so worried about him. If he said that he had lost his memory, she would definitely take him to the hospital for a check-up.

This family was so poor. He didn't want to cause trouble for them.

Mother Zhang carefully looked at his head. It was wrapped in gauze, but from the thickness, it was probably just a small bump. She heaved a sigh of relief and glared at him. "Don't be angry with your father in the future."

Angry with what?

Zhang Xiangyang wanted to ask, but seeing her worried expression, he didn't ask. He obediently replied, "Mom, I know. I won't make Dad angry again."

Mother Zhang patted the back of his hand and said happily, "Good, good!"

As the two of them were talking, a figure walked in from outside. Zhang Xiangyang saw that it was the girl from earlier.

Her gaze swept across his face. "Brother Yangzi, hurry up and eat."

Her voice was so pleasant to the ear. It sounded like spring water, very clear.

Zhang Xiangyang sighed again. He instinctively listened to her and got up. His movements were so fast that it scared Mother Zhang. "Be careful. You'll fall down again."

Zhang Xiangyang shook his head. "Mom, I won't."

The two of them went out of the door. Zhang Xiangyang casually glanced around the room.

The central room was about ten square meters. There was a portrait of M City's CEO hanging on the wall facing the door. Below it was a high square table.

Further ahead was a short table with a bowl of noodles and a pair of chopsticks on it.

Mother Zhang looked at the egg in the bowl and nodded in satisfaction. "Okay, little Sanzi, eat first. Mom will go back first."

Zhang Xiangyang didn't care about sitting down. He immediately said, "Mom, I'll walk you out."

Mother Zhang was very happy that her son was so filial. But she still said, "It's okay. Hurry up and eat. The noodles will be burnt later."

Zhang Xiangyang insisted on walking her back.

When they reached the door, Mrs. Zhang pulled him by the arm and whispered in his ear, "Live a good life with your wife.

Your wife is in good health. You don't have to find someone else to give birth to her. "