Winter of 1965, heavy snow
In a courtyard house in Hundred Flowers Lane of Sijiu City.
"Mommy, is Daddy dead?”
Three-year-old Zhou Yueyue was held tightly in her mother's arms, and the two of them huddled in a corner.
Yu Fanghua's face was covered in tears.
She shook her head and sobbed." No, Daddy didn't die."”
Just now, her husband, Zhou Zhenhua, had drunk too much again. She did not know what rumors he had heard outside, but when he came home, he had beaten and scolded her and her daughter.
This was not the first time.
But this time, he hit her too hard. She couldn't take it anymore and retaliated for the first time.
He smashed the spittoon on Zhou Zhenhua's head.
Zhou Zhenhua's head was smashed open, and he fell down heavily.
"Mom, will dad still hit us when he wakes up?
Yueyue was very obedient and didn't do anything bad. Why did Daddy still hit Yueyue?”
After listening to her daughter's innocent question, Yu Fanghua couldn't help but cry.
" Mommy, don't cry. Yueyue, be good. Mommy, don't cry…"
When Yu Fanghua started crying, Zhou Yueyue followed suit.
" Yueyue is not wrong. It's Dad who's wrong. It's him who's wrong…"
The cries of the mother and son were heartbreaking.
Zhou Zhenhua felt like he had a dream. In the dream, he met someone who looked exactly like him.
This person was petty and cared a lot about his reputation. He married a fairy-like wife and gave birth to a very cute daughter.
In the end, not only did this guy not know how to cherish it, but he also often beat and scolded them.
The reason was all because of some trivial matters.
For example, if someone told him that his wife was chatting with someone and was smiling happily.
When he got home, he would definitely beat his wife up.
Each and every one of them was vivid in his mind, as if he had experienced it personally.
This bastard!
As a bystander, Zhou Zhenhua couldn't stand it anymore. His heart was burning with anger. He would go up and kill this scumbag.
In the end, the person who looked like him suddenly turned into a complicated memory and entered his mind.
At this moment, Zhou Zhenhua woke up.
He opened his eyes in a daze. The room was very dark.
His head hurt as if he had just punched himself in the head.
He couldn't help but moan.
Zhou Yueyue and Yu Fanghua, who were huddled in the corner, heard the commotion and watched Zhou Zhenhua slowly sit up.
Zhou Yueyue screamed in fear.
"Mommy, Daddy is awake!"
" Shh, don't make a sound..." Yu Fanghua covered her daughter's mouth. She was so scared that her whole body was trembling.
"Why is it so dark? Fanghua, why didn't you turn on the lights?"
Zhou Zhenhua said subconsciously, but then he was stunned.
Fanghua?
Hiss, the memories that he had just fused with seemed to have been activated in an instant.
Wait a minute…
Wasn't that a dream?
Did I transmigrate?
He had transmigrated to Zhou Zhenhua, a scum who beat his wife and children?
This was the Four Love-filled…Ah, pui, the Four-filled Courtyard?
The neighbors in this courtyard were all too familiar. He Yuzhu, the God of War who licked dogs, He Yushui, the First Master of PUA, Yi Zhonghai, the Second Master of the Big Stick Kind Father, Liu Haizhong, the Third Master of the Dead, Yan Bugui, and the Prodigal Xu Damao.
And the strongest family. Playing with men in the palm of her hand, Qin Huiru was the blood-sucking white lotus.
He had been sensible since he was young, and his tools had stolen the divine stick.
He was good at summoning the soul of the old pious woman Jia Zhangshi.
One had to know that this Jia Zhang-shi was best at crying: Dongxu, you died early. Come back and take a look. They are bullying us orphans and widows.
Oh, Jia Dongxu was her son.
Therefore, he was good at summoning souls and lived up to his name.
As for Zhou Zhenhua himself, he was not a good person either. He was also one of the beasts.
Together with He Yuzhu and Xu Damao, they were known as the three evils of the Siheyuan.
After sorting out the fused memories, Zhou Zhenhua felt his head hurt even more.
What the f * ck was this?
However, when he thought of his fairy-like wife in his memory, Zhou Zhenhua sighed.
What a sin. Such a good girl didn't know how to cherish her. She deserved to be beaten to death.
Now, he was used to the darkness. His gaze fell on the corner of the wall. There were two thin figures leaning against each other.
He knew that they were the fetters of this life, his wife and children.
Zhou Zhenhua stood up unsteadily and walked over.
Yu Fanghua cried out as if she was greatly frightened. Her voice trembled,"Don't come over, Zhou Zhenhua. If you want to hit me, hit me. If you dare to hit Yueyue again, I'll give you a few sticks.
Do you really want to beat us both to death before you're satisfied?”
Women are weak, but mothers are strong.
Zhou Zhenhua's heart ached when he heard the terrified tone.
He had inherited the original memories, and at the same time, he had inherited the original emotions.
Did Zhou Zhenhua, this scumbag, have any feelings for his wife?
There was!
That was for sure.
Yu Fanghua was the broadcaster of Red Star's Third Rolling Mill. She was also a flower in the factory. Not only was she beautiful, but her voice was also pleasant. She was the dream lover of many people.
As for Zhou Zhenhua, he was an officer in the publicity department of the rolling mill. He was an art designer and was responsible for the drawing of the publicity board and the proofreading of the rolling mill's articles.
Because he had a good appearance, could draw, and spoke well, he had always been popular with women.
Ever since Yu Fanghua entered the factory, this guy had been eyeing her and sweet-talking her. In his heart, he naturally liked Yu Fanghua very much.
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