Time Reversed: The Queen's Stunning Transformation

The steak was delicious with strong and fragrant pepper sauce.

After devouring the steak, I suddenly realized that I should go home.

"Did you finish the reading?"

"Yes."

Mr. Smith picked up the utensils and put them in the sink.

After staying here for such a long time, I calmed down and considered my life direction.

"I want to go to a high school, but I may not be able to. Even if I can, my family may not support me."

Mr. Smith smiled and patted my head.

"Silly girl, don't think too much. You can't decide whether they will support you or not now, but you can decide by yourself."

"Whether you can go to a high school or not, it is up to you."

"People should never worry about things that they can't control."

04

Mr. Smith sent me home.

My mom was sitting on the armchair, knitting gloves. When she saw me come in, she snorted.

"You have such a bad temper. Now you've run away from home. If you have the guts, don't come back. I've provided for you and raised you, only to have you turn into an ungrateful person. I can no longer count on you in my lifetime."

My dad coughed for a while.

"Daughters are not as useful as sons. In the future, we can't rely on this foolish and short-sighted person to take care of us in our old age. We still have to rely on Linda, who is much more successful than my son."

My aunt insidiously instigated on the side, her eyes rolling with sarcasm.

My mother blushed and remained silent.

In her mind, daughters were not as good as sons.

No matter how capable her daughters were, she had to consider other people's opinions.

No matter how successful her daughter was said to be, she had to bear the sarcastic remarks about her inability to have a son.

I was afraid of her back then, as whenever she was here, there were no good days in our family.

My father rarely hit people. He just drank.

When he got drunk, his eyes turned red, and he started cursing. All kinds of offensive and dirty words would come out of his mouth.

Having a son was important. After my mother gave birth to me, she didn't recover well from the confinement, and she couldn't get pregnant again.

If my aunt's family came, bringing his little nephew, he would become particularly irritable and instigated.

He would hit people. He was the ruler at home and a good man outside.

I moved closer to him and asked tentatively, "Dad, I want to go to live in the dormitory and continue my education. I want to give it a try in my last year. Per Mr. Smith, I have the potential to go to a high school."

He extended his withered hand and lit another cigarette.

He took a deep drag and blew out a large smoke ring as if he were exhaling all the resentment in his heart.

"Siena, boarding costs 50 dollars. We don't have the extra money at home. Besides, you are not cut out for it. Your younger sister will need more money when she goes to study in the town."

He spoke with an unquestionable tone, uttering words that hurt me.

I took a step back, knelt, and pleaded with my father.

He turned his head to look at the flames flickering on the stove.

I suddenly realized the gap between fate and effort.

"I relive my life. If I can change my life, it's because of my efforts. If I can't, it's fate."

The flame on the stove ruined my life.

"If I can't get into high school, I will marry Jack in the village. If I can, will you let me go?"

My words touched them.

Jack was rich, with a lot of land at home. He had a pockmarked face, and he was a fool.

At that time, no one wanted to earn his dowry money.

A man with a pockmarked face was easy to deal with. Because of his wealth, many girls were willing to marry him to enjoy a good life. But it was different for a fool.

It would be deadly.

Men in my village all hit their wives.

Beating women was commonly seen here. A man who didn't beat his wife was looked down upon. But they couldn't beat their wives badly. After all, they would bear their children. If they beat them up badly, they will lose the dowry money. If they didn't beat them, they would also lose the dowry money.

But a fool hit someone without a sense of propriety. If he accidentally killed someone, he wouldn't be held responsible.

Finally, I went to school.

In the cold winter, I would stand at the door and start reciting the text at 4 a.m.

I shivered and rubbed my hands to keep warm, while loudly reciting English with a strong accent.

For physics formulas that I couldn't remember, I would copy them ten times, and for chemical formulas, I would write them a hundred times.

I would hand write a book of English texts, which was to recite the possible hidden original text inside.

At night, under the starry sky and moonlight, I would lie on my bed.

I studied step by step,

I was serious.

I recited every note of Mr. Smith's blackboard writing in every class.

If I couldn't remember them, I would pinch myself hard to make myself remember them relying on my body instinct and pain.

I went to block teachers and shamelessly asked them repeatedly about a small piece of knowledge.

I disregarded fury, discrimination, and the ridicule of people around me. They said I was after Mr. Smiths.

I ignored them.

Hard work would be rewarded. I wouldn't surrender to the unfair fate.

If others could get it well once, I could be better by ten times, and I could be better than others.

The morning light gradually rose in the sky. There was a hint of warmth.

I was always the first one to arrive in the classroom when Mr. Smith opened the door.

He watched me work hard bit by bit, become outstanding bit by bit, and finally rank first.

On the podium, he passionately encouraged us with powerful and inspiring words.

He said, "Come on, classmates, this is your own choice. Stick to it and don't regret it."

He said, "Try a little harder, the only way out is to study. Only you can get out of the mountains that generations before couldn't."

But it was useless. Before the high school entrance exam, girls left one after another.