Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub

In nineteen ninety-two.

December of the lunar calendar, winter.

Two major events that shocked the whole city happened in Huicheng.

The son of the wealthy Yan family died young.

Song Yueliang, the boss of Taifeng Real Estate, was involved in a car accident.

The matter involved two well-known figures in the upper circles, and various newspapers and news media rushed to report.

The news spread in a short period of time, and everyone in the city knew it.

It adds a touch of weirdness to the city that is approaching the end of the year.

In the old industrial area in the north of the city, a small figure dragged a dirty snakeskin bag and struggled out of the alley.

This winter in Huicheng was very cold, with the biggest snowfall in ten years.

The whole city is covered with snow and white.

Because the bag was so heavy, it left a long drag trail in the snow.

As the end of the new year approaches, large and small factories and corporate offices in the city begin to take their annual holidays, and there are people rushing to buy new year's goods everywhere.

The children followed their parents, cheering and cheering, their little faces full of excitement and anticipation for the New Year.

In such a lively scene, the little baby standing alone in the alley seemed out of place.

After standing still for a while, the little baby lowered his head and continued to drag the bag with all his strength, his little face blushed unnaturally because of the effort.

"...Did you read yesterday's newspaper? The Yan family, a top wealthy family, is so rich! I didn't expect their son to die of illness at such a young age. He was only twenty-nine years old, right?"

"What's the use of having more money? You can't buy Lord Yan. It's a pity that one of Kejun's youngsters passed away without finishing his years."

"What is there not to regret? In terms of youth, isn't the boss of Taifeng Real Estate younger? A car accident, just like that."

"You mean Song Yueliang? That's a ruthless person! A relative of my family who works at the police station said that she drove her car into the car of the CEO of the Song Group! They are going to die together! There are three people in the Song family car, now They were all lying in the hospital, not knowing whether they were alive or dead!"

"Hiss, what kind of hatred wants to kill someone's whole family? Song Yueliang is really ruthless!"

"Isn't it? She has a name in that circle, called Yasha, and she's famous for being ruthless and crazy!"

A few women in front of them were carrying baskets, chatting and walking here with their children.

Xiaowaer subconsciously dragged the snakeskin bag to the side of the aisle, fearing that it would block the way of others.

However, it was still a little slower, and the corner of the snakeskin bag rubbed against the shoe of the little boy who came up to him.

"Damn you, you little beggar! Don't you have eyes when you walk?!" The woman with fashionable curly hair immediately picked up the little boy, cursed and kicked the snakeskin bag away.

The little baby was still tugging at the mouth of the bag with her small hands, but was deflected by this force, staggered and fell on the snowy ground, and there was a burning pain in her knee, which was only wearing single pants.

The mouth of the snakeskin bag was also loosened, and bottles and cans rolled out of it, and some stacked old newspapers and waste paper were exposed from the hole in the bag body.

"My son's shoes are new, they cost thirty yuan! Can you afford to pay for them if they get dirty?"

The little baby seemed a little slow to react, and it took a while to get up, ignoring the pain in his knee, and looked at the little boy's feet in a panic.

A beautiful pair of shoes, new and clean except for some mud on the edge of the sole.

"No, it's not dirty..." the little baby said timidly, with a soft and waxy voice.

She looked to be only five or six years old, and she was wearing a shabby and thin flowered jacket. The jacket was already short and could barely cover her stomach.

He was only wearing a pair of gray trousers on his lower body, and on his feet were a pair of sandals with broken straps that were glued together again and again.

The little baby was so cold that her face and lips were purple, and she stood there timidly, dragging a snakeskin bag taller than her.

Because the small face is too thin, the already round eyes look bigger, dark, ignorant, but extremely clear and clean.

It was a pair of eyes that made one's heart soften.

A woman who was traveling with her pleaded, "Forget it, forget it, don't worry about it with a child. Don't we have to rush to the grain and oil store to buy oil? There are many people queuing up there, and I'm afraid we won't be able to buy it if we go late."

Thinking of rushing to go shopping, the curly-haired woman gave the little baby a look, and when she left, she stomped on the snakeskin bag on the ground, "It's unlucky to run into a beggar just before the Chinese New Year!"

"Okay, okay, let's go!"

The little doll stood where she was, staring blankly at the little boy who was held in the arms of the curly-haired woman, her eyes flashed with envy, and after a while she turned around and squatted down, distressedly filling the empty plastic bottles and glass jars on the ground. into the snakeskin bag.

She picked up these things for many days before she picked them up, and they can exchange money with Uncle at the waste station.

After she sells these, she will be able to eat steamed buns today.

I won't be hungry again.

The waste station was a little far away, and the little baby was dragging the bag and staggering on the snow, the unnatural blush on his fleshless cheeks was getting deeper and deeper, and his head was also dizzy.

The feeling of lack of strength became heavier and heavier, and the little baby couldn't hold it anymore, and squatted down next to the electric pole on the side of the road.

Worried that the snakeskin bag would disturb others, she used her last strength to bring the bag in front of her.

Leaning softly on the pole, Xiaoxiao gently closed her eyes, her little hands habitually holding the small black stone hanging from her neck.

It was getting darker a little bit.

The sky is snowing again.

The street is still lively, with lights and festoons everywhere, beaming with joy.

A gust of cold wind whizzed by, and newspapers blown from nowhere hit the little baby's feet.

On the page facing upwards, two news articles are juxtaposed, and they report the anecdote of the wealthy Yan family and the boss of Taifeng Real Estate.

The man is handsome and elegant, and the woman is flamboyant.

The little baby didn't move.

She curled up under the telephone pole, her small body already stiff and cold.

The little baby also died in the cold winter of Huicheng.

...

In the void, a mechanical sound sounded.

[Di——The host is reborn, the Shifang system is activated, and the binding is successful——]

...

1990, June.

The noon sun was so poisonous and hot that it was dazzling.

The little baby's head was in a daze, and she didn't know where she was, but she felt her arm was being pulled by someone, and it hurt so much.

She struggled to open her eyes, and a figure from behind appeared in her vision.

The woman has a strong figure, wearing a brand new floral shirt, long trousers, and a low ponytail tied behind her head.

The other party was dragging her up the mountain.

The little baby's eyes widened suddenly, with fear in them.

Even after a long time, she still recognized the person in front of her at a glance.

"Mom, mother?" The little Wa'er murmured in a panic, calling out that strange name.

The woman paused and turned around.

The sun shines through the dense trees on the mountain, and the fine light and shadow hit the woman's face, revealing her long face and high cheekbones, as well as her fierce and cold eyes.

She looked at the little baby, and slowly smiled, "Big girl, there is a beautiful flower over there, and my mother likes it very much, go and pick it for me."

The little baby followed her finger to look, and there was an unknown flower blooming on a cliff not far away, swaying in the wind under the scorching sun.

The scene of deja vu made her freeze her steps, and fear spread densely in her heart.

In the hot June, the little baby was cold all over.

"I told you to pick flowers for me!" The woman's voice suddenly became sharper, and she picked up the little baby and threw it towards the cliff.

The little baby was like a kite with a broken string, its thin and thin body was thrown over the cliff and fell straight to the cliff behind.

Her eyes were wide open, and as far as she could see, above was the cold smiling face of the woman after she succeeded.

At the same time, a voice suddenly sounded in her mind.

The boy's voice is extremely irritable——

[Hell mode at the beginning? ! I am Nima! 】

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