"Xiao Fei, wake up, it's time to get up!"
"Brother, the sun is up! No more lazing around!"
After exerting energy for quite a while, the two girls, one young and one slightly older, couldn't wake Chu Fei from his deep slumber.
The six-year-old little girl climbed onto the bed, couldn't help but pinch Chu Fei's nose, trying to rouse him.
"Huff!"
Chu Fei felt dizzy, a strong sense of suffocation made him sit up suddenly.
"Big lazy pig, you're finally awake, come on, get to work."
The little girl blinked her large eyes, fierce yet exceedingly adorable.
"Jiaojiao…"
Seeing his third sister from his memories, Chu Fei started to tear up, the endless longing surged like a tide.
"Ah, why are you crying? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
The little girl blinked her big eyes, flickering flickering, looking rather bewildered.
"What's going on? Did you have a nightmare? Or are you feeling unwell?"
The girl in her late teens seeing her brother in an unusual state, hurriedly reached out to touch his forehead, checking for any signs of a fever.
"Sis… Little sis… you two…"
Chu Fei looked at the two people, his memories suddenly exploded.
He had been reborn!
He had just been fifty and drinking with friends, only to have a car accident on his way home.
The next time he woke up, he was back to thirty-three years ago.
Chu Fei glanced over at an old hanging calendar on the wall. It clearly read October 8, 1991.
But soon after the euphoria of this discovery, Chu Fei suddenly felt dizzy.
Then, he rushed out abruptly!
"What...what's happening?”
His older sister, Chu Meng and younger sister Chu Jiaojiao looked perplexed.
"Stay at home and don’t go out. Don’t open the door for anyone other than me. If anyone bullies you, run to the village chief’s house as fast as you can!”
Chu Fei stopped at the door, cautioned his sisters seriously, grabbed the shovel leaning on the corner of the wall, and ran out of the yard like his life depended on it.
“Xiao Fei, what is going on?”
Chu Meng called out loudly, but her brother who hadn't said a word, had already run far away.
“Sis, do you think Brother is having a fever?”
Chu Jiaojiao tilted her little head, mimicking an adult's worried frown.
"Something must have happened, let's go check it out."
Chu Meng had never seen her younger brother like this, so she picked up her sister and ran outside.
Not knowing where Chu Fei was, she decided to go look for their father in the fields.
…
"I hope it isn't too late… No, I must make it in time, I cannot let the tragedy happen again!"
Chu Fei was running desperately, the rice field quickly receding behind him.
His face was full of frost, and a chilling murderous intent was evident in his eyes.
He remembered this day.
It was this day that had changed his family's life forever.
On this day, their father, Chu Xinmin, was cornered by someone demanding a debt repayment in the fields. Unable to pay the person, their father was forced to crawl through the lender's legs, and was not only humiliated but was also urinated on by a bunch of hooligans.
Having served in the army, their father was strong-willed and couldn't tolerate such humiliation, and chose suicide.
From that day forth, their family lost their pillar. The debt collectors forcefully took his sisters, Chu Meng and Chu Jiaojiao.
When Chu Fei finally found them, it was already more than two decades later.
Chu Meng had been sold to a remote, poverty-stricken village in the North, toiling every day until all that was left when Chu Fei found her was a lonely grave.
His younger sister, Chu Jiaojiao, had been sold to a nightclub in the South. Over two decades had passed, and she had been so tormented and abused that she no longer resembled a human being and had lost her mind.
He has been reborn, he couldn't let such a tragedy happen again!
This year, his father is 43 years old, his sister is 19 years old, his younger sister is 6 years old, and he is 17 years old — all are at their best age.
He must change the fate of his family and himself!
...
In the nearby fields, Chu Xinmin was surrounded by a group of hoodlums, with villagers looking on with amusement.
At the forefront was a youth with curled hair and fashionable sunglasses, strutting in a cocky manner, he arrogantly directed at the silent man before him:
"Didn't I tell you last time, if you don’t pay up, I’ll take your son and daughter away. Whether I make them become prostitutes, or sell their organs, either will fetch a good price."
He's a notorious thug named Jiang Hu in the village, who specializes in doing debt collection work for others.
"Please give me a few more days, I will pay it back, I definitely will..."
Chu Xinmin, not yet even fifty years old, already had white hair at his temples. He stood with pants leg rolled up mud-streaked from working in the fields, hunched over, pleading repeatedly.
Jiang Hu sneered, "It's only right to repay debts owed. If you can't pay, then you must pay with something else. That's the rule on the streets. However, seeing as you're having a tough time, I'll give you one more chance."
Saying this, he pointed meaningfully at his own crotch, pretentiously saying, "How about this, you crawl between my legs today, and I'll give you a few more days."