Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

The atmosphere paused briefly.

Yang Jinjuan impulsively pushed open the door and first saw the beer barrels and the two people sitting opposite her, then she was attracted by the unique decoration of the room.

The room is filled with bookshelves, a large slab table, and a sofa and a small round table in the corner.

Suddenly, I had a feeling of "luxury in a dream".

If you turn the bookshelf into a display shelf, you can put vases and ornaments on top, and tea boxes and various teapots in the corner.

Brew a pot of tea, sit on the sofa, listen to traditional opera and storytelling, and close your eyes to relax...

Old Song will definitely like it.

He went inside and looked down.

They're all wooden floors.

Yisheng knows how to enjoy life.

Yang Jinjuan was momentarily dazed, then felt a pang of regret.

If I had known this house could be decorated like this, it would have been quite nice to keep it as a place to entertain friends for tea and gatherings.

Don't let its small size fool you; it's incredibly impressive.

"Mom, what brings you here?"

"Oh, Aunt Yang?"

Tang Yisheng looked up.

Song Junying turned her body slightly.

"Why am I here? How would I know you were drinking with your sister here if I didn't come?"

Being a stepmother is difficult, and Yang Jinjuan's tone unconsciously leaned towards Song Junying's side.

This also shows that Song Zhiming is the absolutely dominant party in the blended family, and Yang Jinjuan can't even bear to complain about his daughter.

Even if it's just subconscious.

"Oh."

Tang Yisheng instantly sensed the bias in his mother's words, but his heart remained unmoved. He let out a "heh" to show his attitude and as a final show of respect.

It's already quite kind of her to barely allow her biological mother, who has become a stepmother, to say anything that doesn't hit the ground.

Song Junying was caught red-handed, and feeling slightly uncomfortable, she pursed her lips and turned her head away.

She wasn't good at refuting Tang Yisheng's mother in front of Tang Yisheng.

but--

"How long are you two planning to drink?"

Yang Jinjuan walked to the table, glanced at the dishes, glared at Tang Yisheng, but softened her tone towards Song Junying in a sudden change of tone: "You haven't been to your dad's these past few days, and your mom just called..."

Song Junying's expression changed drastically.

Tang Yisheng rolled his eyes.

He had long guessed Song Junying's trick, but he didn't expect it to be exposed so late.

To be honest, being Song Junying's body pillow every night wasn't easy.

He was a spirited and promising young man.

How can one withstand being tormented every day?

She's such a dazzling and beautiful girl!

In other words, they just try to fall asleep quickly by getting drunk and tough it out.

Putting everything else aside, the main reason was that Tang Yisheng really didn't want to be too diligent. If it weren't for the fact that clothes dry easily in the summer, he would have been unable to keep up with the demanding work of handling his four-legged shorts.

"Aunt Yang, I'll be back in a bit."

Song Junying added, "I'm going back to my mom's place."

Yang Jinjuan patted Song Junying on the shoulder, then looked at her son: "When did you get back? Have you finished taking care of everything back home?"

"Yeah, I've only been back for a few days. Things are almost done back in my hometown. I'll stay for two days, pack my bags, and then head over."

"Give me a key, I'll come over and help you clean up when I have time."

"No need, I don't like people coming here, especially when I'm not here."

"Hmph! Even your mother belongs to someone else now?"

Her son stared at her intently, his smile more like that of someone looking at a clown than a mother. Yang Jinjuan felt embarrassed and glanced to the side.

The implied meaning.

Song Junying can come over to play every day, so why can't I, as her mother, do it?

Yang Jinjuan believes that her son's claim that he doesn't want people to come in when he's not around is just an excuse.

"Hey, that's what my dad said."

"What did your dad say? What did he say?"

"He said that you two have given me everything you were supposed to give me, fulfilled your duties as parents, and now you should go your separate ways... From now on, go your separate ways and try not to bother each other unless necessary, and definitely don't bother each other if something happens."

"What utter nonsense are you spouting!"

Yang Jinjuan was furious: "Don't listen to your dad's nonsense, how can you talk to your son like that..."

"Mom, he didn't put it very tactfully, but at least he was straightforward. Don't you do the same thing? I'm not blind, I can see things."

"you--"

"I'm not drinking anymore."

Song Junying jumped up: "Aunt Yang, let's go."

Yang Jinjuan paused.

She wanted to argue with Tang Yisheng a bit more and try to win him over.

The house is nicely decorated; it would be a waste to leave it empty.

"Aunt Yang, does my dad know I'm here? Please tell me..."

"Fine, fine, fine, I can't control you anymore. Do whatever you want."

Yang Jinjuan turned and left.

Song Junying pushed the cart past the doorway and looked inside, only to see Tang Yisheng tilting his head back and gulping down wine, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Looking at Aunt Yang, who was about to turn into the cobblestone path ahead, a hint of disdain flashed in her eyes.

A gentle breeze swept by.

A pair of gray checkered boxer shorts swayed in the wind on the wire rope in the yard.

Song Junying's lips curled up slightly.

The first time she slept at Tang Yisheng's house with resentment, she personally washed his T-shirt, underwear, and boxer shorts.

If Dad and Aunt Yang find out in the future, will they regret treating Tang Yisheng that way?

Because the elders failed to set a good example, they "ruined" two children. Will they feel ashamed and angry, or will they feel remorse?

Song Junying felt guilty towards Tang Yisheng, but every time she thought about her father and Aunt Yang's attitude and actions towards Tang Yisheng, she also felt a sense of revenge.

It feels quite refreshing.

Just like now.

Tang Yisheng put down his beer mug and met Song Junying's gaze.

Song Junying pointed to the window with her left hand.

That's the direction the landline phone is placed in.

Tang Yisheng immediately made a phone call gesture.

Being a drinking buddy and a body pillow for so long has really paid off.

With more frequent sleeping, you won't need to consciously adjust your posture.

As soon as Song Junying stretched out her leg, Tang Yisheng knew to cooperate and clamp it down.

As soon as Song Junying raised her neck, Tang Yisheng would immediately put his arm down to cushion her movement.

Song Junying rolled over and raised her elbows twice, and Tang Yisheng knew that he would have to put his arm around her waist and help smooth her hair.

Full of tacit understanding.

……

The black Santana smoothly drove off the Yellow River Bridge and turned onto National Highway 104.

Inside the car, Tang Yisheng sat in the passenger seat eating a jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe).

This is breakfast that Zhai Youhui bought on his way.

Zhai Youhui took a day and a half off specifically to send Tang Yisheng back to his hometown of Binjiang County today.

Then comes the weekend, with even more free time.

"It will probably take another week or so to get the taxi permit. We've already found a day shift driver. He lives in our No. 2 Factory residential compound and used to drive trucks. He can start working anytime once he has all the necessary permits."

"Let me know in advance if you're coming back. Let him run around during the day, but if it's after work in the evening, I'll pick you up."

Tang Yisheng didn't care much about this.

First of all, the Santana belongs to me. Even if we break up and stop cooperating in the future, the physical car is still mine.

Secondly, there is a fixed monthly expense for this car, which Zhai Youhui will settle for himself, and the remainder will be distributed as dividends according to a certain ratio.

Ultimately, the principle should be: trust those you employ, and don't employ those you don't trust.

In the early stages, let Zhai Youhui develop freely and see what he can achieve before considering other options.

If you have to be involved in everything and fuss over every little detail, how can you live a leisurely and carefree life?

Having been given a second chance at life, Tang Yisheng would absolutely not go against his principle of enjoying life.