DreamersGN Chapter 1 Die, you scum!
Chapter 1 Die, you scum!
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"Go to hell!"
"You scoundrel, you've harmed my daughter for so many years, ruining us both. You should have died long ago!"
Jiangzhou City, the VIP ward of the First Hospital.
An elegant old woman reached out and pulled out her son-in-law Lu Yao's oxygen tube!
Lu Yao's breathing quickened, and he began to convulse.
The wealthy woman beside him kept her eyes closed, unable to look at his contorted and pained face.
He kept praying.
Lu Yao stopped breathing due to extreme oxygen deprivation.
His soul seemed to have fallen into an abyss.
suddenly,
It feels like the changing seasons and the ever-shifting flow of all things around us.
Wake up again.
I couldn't help but shudder.
It’s so cold!
The surrounding area was covered in snow, and the trees were dressed in silver.
A world of ice and snow.
where is this?
"Tuwazi, you're awake!"
Lu Yao looked at the person and was so startled that he sat up abruptly.
This is Uncle Ba, the neighbor from the village, who died many years ago.
No, this isn't what Uncle Ba looked like when he died; this is what he looked like when he was young!
He was not yet thirty years old, but he had a full beard.
His stubble was covered in icicles, and his breath sprayed out whenever he spoke.
The burly man standing to the side with a disdainful look was Ding Dahu, the production team leader of Jiapigou Village in Shuiling Town when he was a child.
That is, his mother-in-law's father!
Lu Yao was utterly astonished.
"Uncle Ba, where is this? What time is it?"
"Silly child, isn't this Rabbit Ridge? When is it? The third day of the twelfth lunar month."
"Which year?"
"1973? Did you fall and get stupid?"
Lu Yao was completely stunned.
Look at your hands; these aren't the hands of a 71-year-old.
Although it was red from the cold, it was definitely the smooth skin of a young boy!
In 1973, I was only 17 years old!
I died because that old lady Ding Mei pulled out my oxygen tube.
Could he not be dead?
I've traveled through time!
Some people say that time is cyclical.
Nothing that has ever happened in the universe has disappeared.
Instead, it unfolds in an endless cycle in parallel worlds.
Lu Yao didn't believe this before, but now he does.
The two people in front of you are living proof.
Lu Yao was born in this mountain village.
He committed murder at the age of 19 and fled the village.
After wandering abroad for several years, I eventually crossed the border.
He smuggled arms in the Golden Triangle and ran a casino in Macau, amassing a fortune.
He didn't return to China until he was forty years old, after clearing his name.
He's done good things and bad things, and experienced everything.
But his proudest achievement was that a female student named Zheng Shuang, whom he had rescued from thugs, fell in love with him and insisted on marrying him.
The two are 20 years apart in age.
The most troublesome thing is having a mother-in-law who is the same age as me.
It turns out that Lu Yao's mother-in-law, Ding Mei, grew up in the same village as him.
Moreover, these two have never gotten along since childhood and have had many past conflicts.
Ding Mei absolutely refused to allow her daughter to marry Lu Yao.
However, Zheng Shuang was determined to marry Lu Yao and secretly registered their marriage.
Since then,
The nickname "old rogue" was always on Ding Mei's lips.
Although Lu Yao's business grew bigger and bigger, and he became a well-known entrepreneur.
Ding Mei still didn't think much of him.
For the sake of his beloved wife, Lu Yao also tried his best to improve his relationship with Ding Mei.
However, prejudice is like a mountain that you can't move no matter how hard you try.
Lu Yao could handle both the legitimate and criminal worlds, but he couldn't handle his mother-in-law.
Although Lu Yao likes Zheng Shuang very much, he can't shake the bad habits he developed abroad.
He indulged in eating, drinking, gambling, whoring, and smoking, and used every means possible to achieve his goals.
He completely ignored Zheng Shuang's kind-hearted advice.
It broke the hearts of Zheng Shuang and Ding Mei.
He later contracted HIV while partying in nightclubs.
He infected Zheng Shuang when they were in the same room at home.
Ding Mei was also infected.
That's why Ding Mei so resolutely pulled out his oxygen tube when he was on his deathbed.
He didn't hate Ding Mei; he felt he deserved this retribution!
Fortunately, God gave me another chance to start over.
Unfortunately, I wasn't reborn two years earlier; my father had already passed away in 1973.
I live with my mother and sister.
To support his family, Lu Yao begged his eighth uncle to take him hunting in the mountains.
What day is this?
Lu Yao tried his best to recall.
After all, that happened decades ago.
I went hunting in the mountains with Uncle Ba and the other adults so many times that I can't remember much.
73 was a very poor time.
People lived very difficult lives back then.
What I care about most are three meals a day and firewood and cotton clothes for winter.
Having enough to eat and wear is the biggest problem.
Due to the scarcity of resources, the barren land could not grow enough grain to support even a hundred households.
The food rations provided by the production team were insufficient, leaving almost every household with half-eaten food.
Many people rely on hunting to make a living.
Lu Yao, the country bumpkin, was chasing a sika deer with Ding Dahu and Uncle Lao Ba.
As a result, he lost his footing and fell down the hillside.
Luckily, there was three feet of snow below, otherwise I would have lost my life.
Lu Yao got up with the help of his eighth uncle.
Looking down, I saw that the cotton-padded jacket was tattered and the cotton was sticking out.
The cotton shoes had holes, which were plugged with straw rope.
My family is poor. We can't even afford to patch our clothes.
Ding Dahu tapped Lu Yao on the head with his hunting rifle:
"No one idiots are dead, but if you're not dead, get up and catch up with the group."
Uncle Lao Ba pulled Lu Yao along:
"If you're not seriously injured, grit your teeth and bear it. If you don't pack some things to take back, your mother might sell Xiaoqian. For Xiaoqian's sake, you have to hold on."
Lu Yao suppressed his joy.
He silently followed behind Uncle Ba.
I'm trying hard to remember what happened on the third day of the twelfth lunar month in 1973.
The north wind was biting, and the snow was knee-deep, so deep that you had to waddle to walk.
Lu Yao hadn't walked on such a thick snow road in many years.
As you walk and admire the scenery, you fall behind after just a few steps.
Ding Dahu kept cursing.
"The only decent person in the Lu family is his father, Lu Chuan; the rest are complete bastards!"
They were also complaining about Uncle Ba:
"Eighth Brother, I don't understand what you owe this kid. You always have to bring him out. With a coward like him, he might as well starve to death."
Uncle Ba smiled ingratiatingly: "Captain, his father died in a fire while trying to save the village's grain. It's so pitiful. His mother was so poor that she wanted to sell his sister. But this kid has some backbone. He volunteered to come hunting with me."
Ding Dahu glanced at Lu Yao: "Fuck your mother, keep up, or I'll shoot you first."
Lu Yao was taken aback.
Apart from Ding Mei, no one has dared to speak filthy to me for many years.
The last person who cursed his own mother died a terrible death.
This big, burly guy has such a slutty mouth.
Show some respect when you speak.
Lu Yao replied.
"Hey, what did you say? You dare talk back when I'm insulting you?"
Ding Dahu swung his gun barrel, ready to strike Lu Yao.
Lu Yao knew that his physique had not yet fully developed, so he would definitely be at a disadvantage in terms of strength.
Therefore, by lowering your shoulders and squatting down, and focusing your center of gravity, you must technically defeat this strong man who is more than half a head taller than you.
He believed in a great man's words from a young age:
"A single punch can ward off a hundred more."
There is zero tolerance for bullying.
However, with Uncle Ba around, how could he let Ding Dahu beat Lu Yao?
He desperately held off Ding Dahu, who weighed over 30 kilograms more than him:
"Captain Ding, please calm down. The boy is just a child and doesn't know any better."
"You country bumpkin, aren't you going to apologize? You want a beating?"
Seeing Ding Dahu charging forward like a mad tiger, even Uncle Ba was frightened.
If Ding Dahu really gets angry, he might beat him up too.
Lu Yao wasn't afraid at all.
In his creed, there is only dying in battle, not surrendering.
Ding Dahu was truly enraged. He tripped Old Eight Uncle and ran towards Lu Yao.
"Woohoo!"
Just then, a roar came from halfway up the mountain.
The shaking caused the snow on the trees to fall down with a "whoosh".
The three of them turned around to look.
Under the sunlight, a white-browed Siberian tiger exudes its power.
They are closing in step by step.
Upon seeing the Siberian tiger that suddenly appeared, Lu Yao was immediately reminded of memories from years ago.
Yes, Ding Dahu died on this day!
In his memory, Ding Dahu had also cursed him in the same way, and he hadn't dared to talk back.
Ding Dahu walked ahead aggressively.
Then suddenly a Siberian tiger pounced and pinned him down.
Uncle Ba grabbed him and ran.
That evening, the Ding family held a shadow funeral for Ding Dahu.
Shadow burial involves placing a memorial tablet with the deceased's birth date and time on it at the grave, and then erecting a mound.
His body was never recovered; it was carried away by a tiger.
Unexpectedly, his retort angered Ding Dahu, who, instead of moving forward on his own, changed history!
at this time,
The Siberian tiger has sped up its pace.
Heavy snow blocked the mountains, making hunting difficult, and the tigers were also starving.
Encountering humans meant finding food to survive its ordeal.
The Siberian tiger was fierce yet excited.
It couldn't wait any longer and, instead of hiding and crouching as it usually does when hunting, pounced directly at the prey.
The tiger waded through the white snow, its massive body charging forward as if riding the clouds.