Reborn 1980's Petite Wife

Chapter 2 Scared People

"Water—I want water—"

Xu Jiaren felt as if she was being put on top of an oven and was about to be scorched.

Throat is dry, as if it is blocked by a fire, it is uncomfortable.
"Come on, drink some water. Slow down." There was a gentle and loving voice next to my ear.

After taking a few sips, the pain in my throat eased a little.

Xu Jiaren tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open them at all. After a few struggles, she fell asleep again uncontrollably.

When I woke up again, the sun was shining outside.

Bright, warm sunlight streamed in through a small, dusty window.

It happened to land on Xu Jiaren's fingertips, and the warm feeling gradually restored her consciousness.

Suppressing the headache, Xu Jiaren slowly sat up and looked around.

The peeling wall above the head has turned into a painted ceiling, and there is an old-fashioned sewing machine covered with blue floral cloth next to the bed under the window.

In this single-room room of less than ten square meters that can be seen at a glance, all kinds of sundries of life are placed——

Washbasin, two old-fashioned single-seat sofas, an old-fashioned radio on a small table with peeling paint, and a few dilapidated wooden boxes stacked behind the door...

The dilapidated, cramped, and even somewhat messy house made Xu Jiaren feel like a lifetime away.

She is very familiar with this dilapidated and small house, it is the place where she lived when she was a child.

Many years later, she tried her best to forget everything in the past, but the room she lived in when she was a child was deeply in her memory.

It's just that she couldn't figure it out, how could she be here now?
When Xu Jiaren was wondering what was going on in front of her, the door was opened from the outside, and Aunt Zhao entered the room with a good cloth bag.

Seeing Xu Jiaren sitting on the bed, she immediately walked to the bed and touched the little guy's forehead.

"It's not burning."

After touching Xu Jiaren's forehead, Aunt Zhao touched her own, and finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Xu Jiaren stared blankly at the old man in front of her, carefully stretched out her hand and held it tightly.

"Grandma? Are you grandma?"

"Aren't you an idiot, kid? Am I not a grandma or who?"

Aunt Zhao patted her little hands lightly, took out an orange from the cloth pocket she was carrying, and said with a smile, "Girl, what do you think this is?"

"Orange." Xu Jiaren sniffed and replied obediently.

"You're so smart, you already know Orange."

Aunt Zhao said in praise.

An orange is an ordinary fruit, and it can be placed in a small northwest town in the 80s. It is a precious thing.

Xu Jiaren remembered that the price of one orange could buy seven or eight apples.

"Open your mouth, eat an orange, and you'll be cured."

Aunt Zhao peeled the orange carefully and gave Xu Jiaren a piece.

The sweet and sour orange petals relieved Xu Jiaren's burning chest and headache a lot.

After taking a few mouthfuls, she fell asleep again in a daze.

This time she slept soundly and didn't have a single dream.

When I woke up again, the sky outside was already hazy and slightly bright.

She slept through it until the next day.

However, when she woke up this time, she felt that her head was much clearer.

Everything around is no longer a blurred picture, but begins to become clearer and clearer.

She turned her head and saw her grandma sleeping beside her.

Xu Jiaren simply turned around and quietly looked at the old man who had been buried in her memory for a long time.

If you count the regrets in her life, it is definitely one of her not being able to see her grandma for the last time before her death.

The rebellion and leaving home when she was young made the old man who brought her up single-handedly heartbroken.

Many years later, Xu Jiaren will always blame herself for not being filial to her grandma.

She once said that if she could do it all over again, she would never lose her temper with this old man again, let alone her "nagging."

This extravagant and impossible wish, unexpectedly came true.

God seems to have given her this chance to start all over again.

Thinking of this, Xu Jiaren involuntarily reached out and gently held grandma's hand.

Aunt Zhao was a light sleeper, but when she felt movement in her hand, she woke up immediately.

"You child, why didn't you call me when you woke up?"

"Are you hungry?"

"Do you want to pee?"

"It must be very hungry. I didn't eat anything yesterday. Wait, grandma will get up and cook for you now."

Aunt Zhao began to get up and get dressed while asking.

Everything is as it is in memory. In the sporadic scenes in her childhood memory, grandma is always asking her if she is hungry, if she wants to go to the toilet, if she...

"Grandma—" Xu Jiaren also sat up.

"Quickly get under the blanket, why are you getting up when it's so cold?" Aunt Zhao saw that the little guy was also getting up, she was so nervous that she didn't care about dressing herself, and hurriedly urged Xu Jiaren to get under the blanket.

The child is not in good health and always has a fever and is sick. The day before yesterday he came back from the kindergarten with a fever and fell asleep. The fever subsided only yesterday. Aunt Zhao dare not be careless.

After carefully covering Xu Jiaren's body with the quilt, Aunt Zhao breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing the child huddled up in the quilt, staring at her with wide eyes, Aunt Zhao threatened, "Don't dare to get up directly from the quilt, you just need to pay attention to your illness. If you catch a cold again, grandma will have to take care of it." I took you to get an injection, you know?"

"Yes. Got it." Xu Jiaren replied with a sniff.

In fact, she really wanted to hug grandma just now, but she didn't expect to make grandma so nervous.

After Aunt Zhao got dressed and folded the quilt, Xu Jia was allowed to get up from the quilt.

Seeing that grandma was holding clothes to help her wear, Xu Jiaren subconsciously said, "Grandma, let me wear it myself."

Aunt Zhao paused, and asked in disbelief, "You wear it yourself?"

This child is talking nonsense again, how can she dress herself?
Although she is four years old, she has never let Xu Jiaren wear clothes by herself.

"Well, grandma, I'll just wear it myself in the future."

Xu Jiaren picked up her clothes and skillfully put them on, then picked up the woolen trousers on the bed and put them on, and finally went down to put on her shoes, and tied the shoelaces.

After she finished all this, she looked up and found that grandma was staring at her.

"Grandma? What's the matter with you? I'm ready."

"Oh—are you dressed...ready?"

The child's movements of putting on clothes just now are as agile as an adult's.

But the day before, she still had to remind her to put on her clothes and stretch her arms...

"Grandma? I'm ready." Xu Jiaren jumped off the bed, turned around and folded the quilt on the bed.

"Damn? Is that you?" Aunt Zhao panicked.

Xu Jiaren didn't know how terrifying her actions just now were in her grandma's eyes.

A child who couldn't even put on clothes one day, will not only wear clothes and shoes the next day, but also move skillfully?

Even the quilt that she never used to make?
"Grandma? What's the matter with you?"

Xu Jiaren didn't know why, so she folded the quilt and asked, "Grandma, the toilet is outside, right? I'll be back when I go to the toilet."

"go outside?"

Aunt Zhao looked at the small spittoon behind the door, then at the back of the little girl who was going out quickly, her hands began to shake...

It's over, it's over, this child must be bewitched!
(End of this chapter)