Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

9 pm.

Tang Yisheng was writing furiously at his desk.

Looking up, you can see countless stars dotting the dark night sky outside the window.

This is a night view that you can't see in a bustling city.

Very beautiful.

The feng shui anecdotes that Tang Yisheng "borrowed" also added a touch of metaphysics to the story.

"Ghost Blows Out the Light" is a collection of short adventure stories and feng shui tales.

DUANG!

DUANG, DUANG, DUANG!

The courtyard gate was smashed.

Tang Yisheng got up and went out.

He knew who the visitor was; his great-aunt, Tang Shujuan, who had successfully borrowed money, was coming to collect it tonight.

Tang Yisheng himself didn't know that the No. 3 Middle School he transferred to was such a bad school. He thought it was like a regular high school and that he would have to attend three evening self-study sessions.

result--

He missed two classes in the morning, and asked Zhao Tiejun to call him out as soon as class started in the afternoon.

Zhao Tiejun was happy to be ordered around by Tang Yisheng, but he refused Tang Yisheng's offer to go to the city to play Pro Evolution Soccer with him.

Zhao Tiejun had the audacity to say that he couldn't sleep well at night because he didn't enjoy the story.

Was that series of snoring sounds in the morning made by a ghost?

Tang Yisheng ultimately didn't get to go to the arcade and was escorted home by Zhao Tiejun.

Writing novels is also a kind of enjoyment.

For someone who was once unemployed, the identity of an online writer is still quite appealing.

In his previous life, Tang Yisheng was only a writer online; he never became a god or attained enlightenment. Now that he has a second chance, he is destined to make up for his regrets.

Life is short, only a few decades. Looking back, there are regrets everywhere.

Tang Yisheng has returned from his rebirth, partly to enjoy life and partly to make up for his regrets.

There are many regrets, which can be roughly divided into two types.

One is emotional, and the other is professional.

Tang Yisheng regrets his past love, his university years, his return to his hometown of Binjiang County, his inability to play house with Tang Ting, and his current English teacher Han Chunlan.

In terms of his career, Tang Yisheng didn't have many regrets.

Plenty of money, few responsibilities, flexible hours, and the ability to refuse any troubles you want to avoid.

Online writers can provide financial and emotional value without being restricted in their freedom, and their time is flexible and convenient.

Of course, it would be great if you could accidentally become a writer.

Tang Yisheng walked into the courtyard: "The door isn't locked."

The courtyard still has the kind of thick wooden door typical of rural areas. Because it's so heavy, it's difficult to push open even when it's slightly ajar.

It's likely that the old lady was too embarrassed to push open the door, or perhaps she was worried that Tang Yisheng would make excuses not to lend her money.

Only after Tang Yisheng said that the door was not locked did the person outside push the door open and come in.

"Oh, sister-in-law?"

The person who came was not Aunt Tang Shujuan, but Cousin Tian Xiaocui.

"My mother-in-law can't walk alone at night, so she sent me over. I thought you still had evening study sessions, so I came right now. I hope I didn't disturb you?"

Certainly not.

Tang Yisheng wasn't sleepy at all.

"Don't bother me, it's not time for me to sleep either, sister-in-law, come in quickly."

Tian Xiaocui was a little reserved.

It felt really awkward to go to a young man's house so late at night.

Although I came here on official business to borrow money, it was also because my husband was in the hospital.

But those rural women have such sharp tongues.

Tian Xiaocui shuffled along the wall the whole way, especially when she turned into the alley, she kept looking left and right, her heart pounding with fear.

I'm afraid that if someone sees this, they'll gossip about it.

The villagers are incredibly busy when they're busy, and incredibly idle when they're not. They just get by by living off gossip.

"Sister-in-law, please have a seat. Everything is ready inside."

Tang Yisheng politely invited Tian Xiaocui into the house. Sensing his sister-in-law's discomfort and lack of intention to sit down, he simply went ahead and did so.

He went to the drawer in the inner room to retrieve the envelope containing three thousand yuan, and returned to the main room. Tian Xiaocui was already sitting on the sofa, with an unfolded piece of white paper on the coffee table in front of her.

"Yisheng, thank you so much this time. Here's the IOU, take a look."

"Oh dear, they're all family, why are you making such a formal occasion..."

Tang Yisheng made polite remarks, but when he picked up the note, he glanced at it carefully.

The information includes the reason for the loan, the loan period, the loan amount, and the borrower.

It was written about Tian Xiaocui.

Guarantor: Tang Shujuan.

My great-aunt is a very particular person.

Tang Yisheng sighed.

Look at this IOU. Although the period of one year is a bit long, it's not a sham. In addition to the borrower, there is also a guarantor. It's written clearly, and there are several fingerprints on it.

"Sister-in-law, count them. I withdrew them from an ATM, not from a teller. Don't make a mistake."

"Is everything alright?"

People in small towns are not very knowledgeable; they would rather trust the integrity of human workers than trust machines to count money.

"Let's count them, otherwise I won't feel at ease."

Tian Xiaocui stopped worrying and took the money out of the envelope, counting it one bill at a time.

Judging from her clumsy way of counting money, she probably had little or no experience with this kind of thing before.

What a pity, sigh.

Tang Yisheng glanced at his sister-in-law, who was engrossed in counting her money.

In his mind, women who did farm work were all very rough, with a simple and honest appearance and temperament, and few of them could catch his eye.

Although my sister-in-law doesn't have delicate skin, she has a pretty face.

My second cousin, Mei Baoguo, whom I don't remember much about, is quite lucky.

Tang Yisheng then thought about it again.

Perhaps it's because his sister-in-law is so beautiful that his cousin couldn't handle the good fortune, which is why things turned out this way.

Ok.

Thinking about it this way, Tang Yisheng felt much more at ease.

Let's observe three seconds of silence for Cousin Mei, who was wrapped up like a mummy at the county hospital.

"You counted correctly, it's three thousand. Yisheng, thank you."

"Sister-in-law, you're too kind. This is all I have. There's really nothing more I can do to help."

"That's enough, thank you so much..."

Tian Xiaocui was genuinely grateful.

She went back to her parents' home and was ridiculed and mocked, but she only managed to borrow two thousand yuan.

Tang Yisheng is such a distant relative, someone I'd never even met before, yet he gave me three thousand yuan right off the bat, and he's just a student. My mother-in-law said even my cousin and my fourth aunt's husband didn't want him...

Glug glug, glug glug.

"You haven't eaten yet?"

Just as Tian Xiaocui turned to leave, she suddenly heard Tang Yisheng's stomach rumbling.

Then it dawned on me.

He must have just come back from evening self-study and didn't have time to eat.

"Um, how about I make you something to eat?"

"This... I'm so sorry."

Tang Yisheng scratched his head and smiled shyly.

Such a handsome young man, smiling shyly on an empty stomach, is quite irresistible to a newlywed bride.

Tian Xiaocui felt that as the sister-in-law, and having just borrowed a large sum of money from someone, she couldn't just stand by and watch her cousin go hungry.

What's in the kitchen?

Tian Xiaocui stuffed the envelope into her pocket and walked towards the west room.

The kitchen is just beyond the west wing; Tian Xiaocui knew that from her last visit.

"There are eggs and noodles."

"Then I'll make you some noodles."

Tian Xiaocui breathed a sigh of relief; she could still manage to cook the noodles.

"Is this... okay? Wouldn't it be inappropriate?"

"It's nothing, just wait a minute, I'll be done in no time."

Tang Yisheng leaned against the door frame, a smirk playing on his lips.

The two of them were talking about completely different things.

As night fell, the simple life in the countryside was quite interesting.