Reborn, married to a villain, went undercover

The brilliant sunlight filtered through the half-open window and fell on her face, the sunlight was dazzling and intense, and Song Wei couldn't help but raise her hand to shield her face. It wasn't until the light had made her hand feel a stinging sensation that she opened her eyes. Half-squinting at the light that almost made her unable to open her eyes, Song Wei then remembered what the strange feeling in her heart was. How could the sunlight in Hai City be so intense! She abruptly sat up from the bed. Unknowingly, as she sat up too forcefully, her body swayed slightly, and it was only when her hand supported on the mat that she stabilized herself. No! Subconsciously, Song Wei moved her hand, rubbing the rough and uncomfortable straw mat beneath her hand. She raised her head and looked at the unevenly plastered mud wall in front of her, her eyes widened in disbelief. Song Wei turned her head woodenly, surveying the surroundings to her left and right. Upon seeing the familiar wooden cabinets and large communal bed, Song Wei finally understood that she had been reborn! Tears immediately filled Song Wei's eyes. It was great; she had actually returned to the time when she was still working in the Nangjiang Village! Thinking of the man who had to hold her every day to fall asleep, Song Wei couldn't help but laugh through her tears. She got off the bed, her hand brushing past the long table by the window. Because it was not varnished, the edges of the table were always a bit prickly, causing an itch on the pads of Song Wei's fingers, yet she felt extremely comfortable and peaceful at this moment. She was back; she had returned to Nangjiang Village, and in this life, Song Ting would never be able to take everything away from her again! Song Wei turned around and looked at the bed closest to the long table, wishing she could grind its owner into dust right now. The mat on her bed was always brand new, and only after it became old and worn out would she, as if bestowing a favor, give the old mat to herself; and that thick cotton quilt placed at the head of her bed. Song Wei thought back to when they first arrived in Nangjiang Village, it was a severe winter that the villagers said hadn't been seen in ten years. She didn't have money and couldn't afford cotton, so she could only pile on her thin quilt the old clothes she couldn't wear, hugging herself into a ball all night to barely fall asleep... Thinking of those heart-wrenching memories, Song Wei's thoughts returned to when she woke up, and she stood triumphantly and wildly on the high staircase of her home, her hands crossed over her chest, a proud and vengeful smile on her face, condescendingly laughing at how foolish her life had been. Thinking of the things she only learned on her deathbed, Song Wei clenched her fists, and was about to slam them down on Song Ting's bed when a clear shout came from outside the courtyard. "Anyone from the educated youth courtyard, are you there? You have a package!" Afraid that the people in the house didn't hear, the postman on the bicycle shouted again towards the courtyard. "Is anyone there, you have a package!" Hearing about the package, Song Wei suddenly came to her senses from her thoughts. Since she woke up, the educated youth courtyard had been quiet, there must be nobody there. However, even if there were others now, Song Wei would personally go to pick up the package. In her previous life, until she married Zhou Jin and left Nangjiang Village, she had never received her package! "Looks like there's no one, I..." The round-faced postman muttered, his foot that was tapping on the ground was about to retract when a thin figure appeared behind the door of the educated youth courtyard. "Are you the comrade postman who has come to deliver the package?" Song Wei asked. Suddenly seeing an unfamiliar female comrade, and a fair-skinned one at that, the round-faced man couldn't help but take a few extra glances. "Aren't you the comrade postman who has come to deliver the package?" Song Wei asked again, her eyes also looking at the package on the bicycle's rear rack. The round-faced man had been delivering packages and letters in the nearby villages for so many years, and he had never seen such a beautiful female comrade before. Her face was fair, and her lips were red, like the red flowers that bloomed all over the mountains in spring. Now, being reminded by this beautiful female comrade, the round-faced man couldn't help but blush. "Ah, I am indeed the comrade postman who has come to deliver the package!" He nodded to Song Wei while blushing and got off the bicycle. Once he had parked the bicycle, he took off the package for the educated youth courtyard and placed it on the table in the main room. "Hey, the packages for Comrade Song Wei from your educated youth courtyard are always particularly heavy. How about I take it in for you?" said the round-faced man, starting to walk into the courtyard before Song Wei could refuse him. "You said it's for Song Wei, right?" The round-faced man had just placed the package on the table when he turned around and saw Song Wei's pale face staring at him, causing him to panic immediately. "Female comrade, what's wrong with you? What's so strange about Song Wei's package? I've been delivering it to your educated youth courtyard every month." Seeing Song Wei on the verge of tears, the round-faced man became even more flustered and rushed to her side, "Don't cry, I don't have a partner or a wife, and I don't know how to comfort female comrades!" Song Wei didn't cry, but tears filled her eyes. "You said these packages are all for Song Wei, right?" she pointed at the package on the table and asked him. Although the round-faced man didn't know why she was asking again, he nodded in response, seeing her pitiful appearance, "Yes, it's for Song Wei. Since last winter when this female comrade came to Nangjiang Village, the post office has been receiving packages sent to her every month. Each time, they're so heavy, it's exhausting!" The round-faced man grumbled, but his eyes kept glancing at Song Wei's face. When he saw that her face was no longer as pale as before, he let out a sigh of relief and even joked with Song Wei. "By the way, female comrade, what's your name? Are you newly arrived in Nangjiang Village for the work team? I've never seen you before." After speaking, the round-faced man shyly scratched the back of his head. Song Wei walked to the edge of the table and looked at the wooden box that took up more than half of the table, lowering her eyes. "I came to Nangjiang Village for the work team last winter. My name is Song Wei." The smile on the round-faced man's face froze when he heard Song Wei's name. "You're Song Wei?" he said in disbelief, looking at Song Wei. "How come I've delivered so many packages and never seen you before?" Song Wei still kept her head down. After a while, a low voice echoed in the room. "I've been in Nangjiang Village for half a year, and I've never received a package for myself." According to what the round-faced man said, Song Wei calculated the current time in her heart. She and Song Ting came to Nangjiang Village in the winter of 1969, so now it should be the spring of 1970. In the spring of 1970, Zhou Jin had not yet returned to Nangjiang Village. Thinking of this, a sad expression appeared on Song Wei's face again. However, the round-faced man did not notice the change in Song Wei's face. He was red-faced and felt wronged that his work was being accused of being inadequate. "Comrade Song Wei, I serve the people. You can say that my service attitude is not good, but you cannot say that I did not deliver the package. Every time I come, I hand over the package to Comrade Song Ting!" The round-faced man said righteously. Song Wei looked at him and shook her head. "Comrade postman, I don't disbelieve you, but I have indeed never received a package. Today, everyone has gone to the county town to pick up the new comrades, and I'm the only one left here because I'm sick. If I hadn't woken up today, then the package for today..." Song Wei choked up, and her voice grew softer and softer. The round-faced man finally understood, and his face immediately darkened. "Comrade Song Wei, it was always Comrade Song Ting who used to pick up the packages for you. She said she was your sister, that's why I gave the packages to her." After speaking, the round-faced man worried that Song Wei might think he was making excuses for his own shortcomings, so he hurriedly explained again, "I'm not trying to shift all the responsibility onto Comrade Song Ting. Comrade Song Wei, I will report this matter to the leadership, and we will definitely give you a satisfactory answer." Song Wei smiled faintly: "Comrade postman, I trust you." Back outside the educated youth courtyard, Song Wei waved goodbye to the round-faced man.