??Chapter 2: Chapter 2 Compensation
Chapter 2: Chapter 2 Compensation
Their generation had lived through those turbulent years, when even ntioning feudal superstition would invite disaster, so a sense of fear still lingered in their hearts.
Even though it was already the 1980s.
Ge Liutao thought of what Chiang
Xiao had just said and felt a chill in her limbs.
“Little just woke up and said sothing that scared
to death.”
“What did Little say? Did she tell you who pushed her into the creek?” Chiang
Songhai frowned heavily, “We can’t let this matter go.”
Chiang
Xiao had always been frail; that soone could be so cruel to push her into the creek was unthinkable.
In this weather, the mountain water was still bone-chillingly cold. After Chiang
Xiao was rescued, she developed a high fever, which had lasted for two days now.
Chiang
Songhai had been waiting for her to regain consciousness and reveal who had pushed her into the creek, ready to go to that person’s house and settle the score. He was convinced that his child wouldn’t be so careless, still out playing at dusk, especially since Little had always been afraid of water and wouldn’t get close to the creek.
“No! She wasn’t fully awake, just mumbling sothing,” Ge Liutao repeated what Chiang
Xiao had said, stamring with fear.
But at least Chiang
Songhai heard it clearly.
He frowned as well.
No wonder his wife was scared; indeed, the words spoken were very eerie. However, one shouldn’t beco paranoid over a single sentence.
“It’s just a nightmare she had; don’t talk nonsense,” he said.
Ge Liutao wanted to say sothing else, she opened her mouth, but upon seeing her husband’s gaunt face and his worried brows, she ultimately didn’t say anything more.
She sighed and said, “I’ll go brew another bowl of dicine for her.”
When Chiang
Xiao awoke again, it was already dusk.
She slled the fragrance of food and her stomach growled loudly.
It was this very real hunger that made her unable to continue treating all of this as just a dream.
She was lying in an old-fashioned canopy bed, with four pillars at the corners supporting four beams, and railings on three sides adorned with paintings symbolizing wealth and good fortune. Above her, the bed curtains, which were not let down, were hooked up on either side with two golden iron hooks.
Turning her head to look outside the bed, there were the concrete walls, the concrete floor, the tiled roof, the raw tree trunks that made up the horizontal beams, and the dusty bare light bulb hanging down from one of the beams…
A large calendar poster was stuck on the wall, featuring a beautiful stage actress in a red dance costu, cradling a pipa in her arms, exuding a strong sense of nostalgia.
Chiang
Xiao caught sight of the numbers beneath the poster.
1980.
Chiang
Xiao felt her whole body break out in goosebumps.
She couldn’t help but pinch her own face sharply.
“Ouch!”
The pain made her scrunch up her face.
She looked at her slender hand, unable to believe she had returned to being thirteen years old.
Returned to her ho in Siyang Village.
Chiang
Xiao covered her eyes with her hands as tears once again overflowed.
That’s when she heard voices coming from outside.
“Aunt Tao, hasn’t that girl Chiang
Xiao gotten up yet? Tsk tsk, she really lives like a pampered young lady! I’ll call her up!”
The voice of her grandmother quickly followed: “Guiying, don’t go in there; our Little is still running a fever!”
It seed as though she had been held back, as the voice of the visitor beca annoyed.
“Running a fever, what fever? I’m just asking a question! How did Da Ni’s clothes get torn? I need to get to the bottom of this! It was no easy task to obtain that dacron fabric, and I spent several nights by candlelight sewing that new dress! Da Ni said it was Chiang
Xiao who tore it, you owe us compensation!”
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