Chapter 212: New Script
At the end of December, the weather turned cold.
Jiang Ning lost weight and found her body becoming increasingly intolerant to the cold.
She used her last ten thousand yuan to buy herself a beautiful wool coat and a bunch of cosmetics she had never used before.
She didn’t know how much longer she could live.
So before that, she returned to her hometown.
Her body couldn’t hold up, so she bought an expensive high-speed rail ticket; it used to take sixteen bumpy hours to get to her hometown, but this time it only took her six hours.
She wore a pink wig, dressed warmly inside, put on the new khaki plaid wool coat outside, applied some makeup on her face to cover the sallow color, and put on lipstick, making her look as beautiful as a university student just out of school.
Returning to her hometown again.
Aunt Cui, who could still be seen before, had also gone to live with her son in the city.
So in this area, only Jiang Ning was left alone.
She tidied up the living space and kitchen, already exhausted and panting, dizzy and blurry-eyed.
Constant coughing.
She took out her medicine and stuffed it into her mouth voraciously.
After resting for a long time, she finally felt a bit of strength.
In the evening.
Jiang Ning cooked porridge for herself.
Looking outside, she realized snowflakes were starting to fall.
She sat by the stove fire; her grandmother’s memorial photo was buried in the collapsed room, and she lived in the shaky house.
Jiang Ning feared that when she woke up the next day, the house would collapse under the heavy snow and bury her inside.
But now she didn’t even have the strength to patch up the drafts.
She kept having recurring high fevers.
So she took the remaining five thousand and found the old village chief.
She brought the old village chief to her grandmother’s grave and pointed to the empty spot beside it: “Bury me here after I die. No need for a funeral; anyway, the villagers already think I’m dead. By the way, this is all I have left, five thousand—consider it your reward.”
The old village chief looked at Jiang Ning, his eyes faintly filled with sympathy.
He wondered how he had never noticed before that this child’s face was whiter than the snow.
He looked down at the money in his hand, finally shook his head, and stuffed it back into Jiang Ning’s hand: “Uncle doesn’t want the money. Keep this money to buy good food. You’ve lived hard from childhood to now. In the village, it’s nicely said that you ate from many families, but bluntly, you ate leftovers from every household, without a penny on you. Every year I saw you washing your hair with laundry detergent by the river. The shampoo and body wash bottle at your door was put there by me.”
The old village chief’s eyes had a bit of teardrops.
Jiang Ning was someone he had watched grow up.
An extremely beautiful little person, just with bad luck; abandoned at birth, her grandmother raised her until she was sensible, but her body couldn’t hold out and she passed away.
Leaving a six-year-old child to beg for a living.
They hadn’t failed to send Jiang Ning to her biological mother.
But that woman had a new husband and gave birth to a son, standing tall and straight, refusing Jiang Ning no matter what, and in winter, she stubbornly drove out the thinly dressed Jiang Ning.
She walked step by step to the village entrance, her little face red, little hands stiff, hair all wet.
Looking up with big wide eyes, she didn’t cry, just said aggrievedly: “Village Chief Uncle, can you not send me away? I can live on my own, I won’t starve to death.”
It was at that moment the old village chief’s heart softened.
He called on the villagers, every household, to give Jiang Ning a bite to eat every day.
So besides her grandmother, the person Jiang Ning was most grateful to was Village Chief Uncle.
More than twenty years passed.
He had gone from black hair to a full head of white.
So when Jiang Ning heard him mention old events, she smiled faintly at the corners of her mouth, her expression somewhat nostalgic: “I actually knew all about it. I saw it quietly.”
The old village chief was stunned for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter: “So, the anonymous envelope with two thousand yuan sent to me every New Year was from you?”
Jiang Ning nodded with a smile, not denying it: “It was me. Because only during New Year was I the happiest; I could eat the big chicken legs made at Uncle’s house.”
The old village chief’s eye sockets gradually grew wet, and Jiang Ning’s figure became blurry in his sight.
So from age thirteen, she studied outside while earning money herself, and sent him two thousand every year.
She sent it for a full ten years.
He lifted his sleeve to wipe his tears, joking: “It was you. No wonder. My boy doesn’t have your filial piety; all year round I rarely see him bring back a penny, and he still gnaws on my old bones.”
Jiang Ning also laughed and stuffed the five thousand back into the old village chief’s hand: “I don’t know if I can live until New Year… I think I probably can’t. So consider this money sent to you in advance. It’s not much, but it’s my heartfelt intention. You’re the best person to me in this world besides Grandmother.”
The old village chief covered his face and sobbed.
“This old heaven is too unfair, always picking on the hard-luck ones…”
His cursing mixed with the wind and snow.
Jiang Ning blinked her eyes; cool snowflakes drifted onto her eyelashes, melting into water droplets that slid down.
She raised her hand to brush away the snow pressing on the grave and suddenly found death to be quite simple.
Just going from tall her to small her.
Time moved to January.
After the heavy snow, the sky rarely cleared up.
Jiang Ning dressed up very beautifully that day.
She put on a black wig with curled ends, which complemented her exquisitely painted eyebrows and eyes features.
Jiang Ning put on beautiful clothes and went to the grave hill.
There was an open coffin, fresh soil turned up—it was the grave the old village chief had dug for her. Jiang Ning walked forward and touched it with her hand, facing the wind, looking at the deep blue sky, her thoughts drifting farther and farther.
She thought of many people and things.
She even thought of Little Honey.
That yellow small light orb should have been promoted to outstanding employee by now, right?
She blinked lightly, and a small yellow dot slowly gathered in front of her eyes, finally turning into a small light orb.
Little Honey: 【Wuwuwu, host, I missed you so much! I was only away from you for ten months, how did you end up in such a miserable state!】
Jiang Ning: “…”
Jiang Ning: “???”
She widened her eyes in disbelief: “Little Honey? How are you here? Weren’t we unbound?”
Little Honey floated around Jiang Ning, organizing its words: 【Host, I have a new script here. Want to take it? Complete the mission and your cancer can be instantly cured! Plus a bonus of one trillion for you!】
Jiang Ning almost thought she had misheard.
Not only curing her stomach cancer, but also giving her one trillion?
Was this mission definitely not sent to the wrong person?
Jiang Ning asked uncertainly: “Can you tell me the specific mission? Do I have to play the vicious female supporting character again?”
Little Honey denied: 【No, host, this time you’re the female lead… emmm… probably the redemption-type female lead. The male lead of that world has 100% blacken value… You need to sleep with him… lower his blacken value, maintain world peace.】
Jiang Ning was even more shocked.
What kind of love-hate script was this?
The issued mission was so perverted.
Shatter him?
Shatter into how many pieces?
Jiang Ning had never killed anyone before.
After the shock, Jiang Ning started thinking about curing her stomach cancer and that one trillion.
Ultimately, she decided to go against her conscience and asked: “How many pieces do I need to shatter him into for the mission to be complete?”
Little Honey: 【…Huh?】
Typo correction oh~
