Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

Shen Huijun was unsure whether to accept it or not, and glanced at Song Xianglan.

She nodded weakly.

He accepted it, saying, "Thank you, Section Chief Ma."

"I won't disturb your rest any longer. Comrade Song will stay in the infirmary for a few days to have his wound observed before returning home."

Song Xianglan felt sleepy.

I asked Dr. Zhao for a painkiller and took it. My eyelids drooped and I closed them groggily.

I drifted off to sleep.

Shen Huijun couldn't sleep.

Looking at Song Xianglan's face, weathered by time, he gritted his teeth and shed tears.

It went on until dawn.

Song Xiangdong pushed the door open and came in, then closed it behind him.

He saw Song Xianglan lying on the bed, pale-faced, her brows furrowed. Shen Huijun lay at his feet, fully clothed, with one leg dangling off the bed.

He paused, feeling a lump in his throat.

Song Xianglan murmured:

"Xiangdong, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. How could I not recognize my son?... Waaah... Xiangdong, my heart aches so much."

Song Xiangdong squatted by the bed.

He reached out and took her hand. "Mom, you raised me. There's nothing I should apologize for."

Shen Huijun was startled awake.

She sat up, biting her lip without saying a word. Startled by Song Xianglan's words, "How could I not recognize my son?" her thoughts were thrown into disarray. She carefully looked at her husband and then at her mother-in-law.

I noticed that they do have some similarities in their eyes and eyebrows.

Song Xiangdong raised his hand to wipe away the tears on Song Xianglan's cheeks, only to realize with a start that her face was burning hot.

"Huijun, Mom has a high fever."

Shen Huijun rushed downstairs, opened the door, and went out to call Dr. Zhao.

Song Xianglan couldn't get out of her dream.

She went to Yunnan Province to look for Song Xiangdong's body, but his comrades all said that there was no intact body. She cried very hard, like a helpless child.

They called Song Xiangdong's name over and over again.

"Xiang Dong. You go home with your mother."

"Mommy is here to take you home."

Song Xiangdong brought his ear close to Song Xianglan's mouth, listening to her call his name again and again. He was filled with mixed emotions; he had thought his adoptive mother didn't love him, but he never expected that she would think of him in her dreams.

"Mom...I'm here with you."

Song Xianglan kept her eyes closed, as if she had heard those words. "Be good, stay by Mommy's side. It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

Dr. Zhao is here.

My temperature was measured at 40°C.

They quickly put her on an IV drip. "You family members keep an eye on her and make sure she drinks plenty of water."

Shen Huijun nodded repeatedly.

She blamed herself for falling asleep. "Xiang Dong. It's all my fault. I touched her forehead at three o'clock. I was so sleepy afterward that I took a nap."

"It's okay. Mom will only worry about you."

Song Xiangdong told Shen Huijun to go home and rest, while he stayed here to keep Song Xianglan company.

Shen Huijun refused.

"How about I go home and cook some porridge to bring to Mom?"

"it is good."

Shen Huijun went back.

Song Xiangdong took a towel, wet it, and wiped her forehead and face. Around seven o'clock, Song Xianglan groggily woke up.

She felt very upset.

She opened her eyes to see Song Xiangdong staring at her anxiously. "Xiangdong. It's good to be alive."

"Mom, did you have a nightmare?" Song Xiangdong grabbed her hand and pressed it against his face. "Mom, I'm so sorry. I haven't been able to visit you in the past few years."

He then took on the position of Song Xiangdong.

He would definitely take a family visit leave every three years, but he didn't want to go back at the time.

They just kept sending money.

"It wasn't easy for you to raise me. I was an unfilial son before. I will definitely take good care of you from now on. Mom, please stay in Qingshan, okay? Don't go slaughtering pigs anymore."

Hearing what Song Xiangdong said.

Song Xianglan felt a mix of joy and sorrow, as well as relief.

In her past life, she served Yang Jianjun's family like a slave.

Yang Dashan and the others all thought it was justified, and in the end they even wanted to kick her out and marry their rich, unattainable love interest, Zhang Yujuan.

But now, her own son is telling her to stay here.

The strong-willed Song Xianglan couldn't hold back her tears, but she still had to go back to take revenge.

"Mom will come and live with you in a few years. Your sister is still young; we can't leave her there alone, can we?"

"Let's bring Tingting over too."

Song Xianglan shook her head. "Mom has her own plans. She'll definitely come when she feels like it."

Shen Huijun and Aunt Wang from next door came over together.

As soon as Aunt Wang entered the house carrying this basket, she started speaking loudly:

"Girl, you're truly my hero! You can even do something amazing just by going to the outhouse. Anyone else would be terrified."

She came over and told Song Xiangdong to go back.

"You two should go back and rest for a while. I'll take care of your younger sister."

"Auntie, I'll stay with Mom."

"No need, no need. Your mother and I are the same age, we have so much to talk about. You young people shouldn't get in the way, go do what you're supposed to do." Aunt Wang had already pushed them out.

Song Xianglan felt a pang of pity when she saw the redness in Shen Huijun's eyes.

"Huijun, you should go back now."

"Xiang Dong. You go back to sleep too. We can't delay the unit's mission."

Song Xiangdong nodded in agreement, looking at Aunt Wang gratefully, "Auntie, thank you for your trouble."

"We're all neighbors."

Song Xiangdong and Shen Huijun left.

Grandma Wang placed a small table on the hospital bed and brought out the boiled millet porridge with eggs. There were also two kinds of pickled vegetables.

"I asked Bench Mom to go to the pier to see if there are any dog ​​sharks. I heard that dog sharks are good for wounds. Luckily, I learned from you yesterday how to kill a fish and how to make soup."

"I made these sticky rice cakes this morning. They're still warm."

Aunt Wang was very hospitable.

As she spoke, word by word, Song Xianglan ate a bowl of porridge and two sticky rice cakes.

After eating, she felt energetic.

"I can go home today."

Dr. Zhao came in with the thermometer and objected with a start: "That won't do. Your fever has just subsided. You're 52 years old, not a 25-year-old girl."

Song Xianglan was a restless person.

I stayed in the infirmary for another day.

She simply couldn't stand it any longer.

After assessing the situation, Dr. Zhao discussed the matter with Song Xiangdong and Commander Tong before leaving.

After resting at home for a day, Shen Huijun's mother and sister-in-law came to visit her, bringing a new set of clothes. Shen's mother took the fabric and went to the fishing village to borrow someone's sewing machine to make a new set of clothes.

This was the first time Song Xianglan had received clothes as a gift from someone.

She held the clothes in her right hand, looking at them again and again, unwilling to put them down. In both her past and present lives, no one had ever given her clothes.

"This is the first time I've received clothes."

Shen Huijun picked up a jacket. "Mom, I made one for you too. It's just missing the buttons."

She held the jacket up to Song Xianglan's body to show her.

"The color of this dress suits your skin tone; it will definitely look good on you."

Song Xianglan couldn't hide the smile in her eyes as she asked with concern, "Section Chief Ma from the Logistics Support Department said you should go to the supply and marketing cooperative to collect supplies. Did you go?"

Shen Huijun put down her coat and got up to get a can of yellow peaches.

While pouring out the canned food, he replied:

"Section Chief Ma really gave us a lot. Fifteen catties each of rice and flour, plus dried noodles, rice noodles, canned goods, and meat coupons."

She poured half a bowl of canned yellow peaches and handed a spoon to Song Xianglan.

"Mom, have some canned food."

"Pour some for your in-laws to try too." Song Xianglan took a bite, and it was really sweet.

A sweet taste went down my throat and into my heart.

Even though Shen's mother said no, Shen Huijun still poured her half a bowl.

Song Xianglan made a meritorious contribution.

Old Mrs. Lin next door was even more envious, saying everywhere that Song Xianglan was incredibly lucky. If she had encountered such a person, she would have used her little dung scoop to knock the excrement out of the bad guy, instead of letting herself get hurt and freeload.

She also envied the subsidies that Song Xianglan received.

Sister-in-law Quan couldn't stand it anymore and scoffed:

"Grandma Lin, you're so amazing, why don't you try your luck too?"

"You wait and see. Sooner or later I'll prove myself too."

"We'll wait. You've been in this family compound for years, how long is it going to take?" Sister-in-law Quan said, holding several yellowfin tuna, which made Granny Lin jump up and down.

Why would you send fish to the neighbor? She won't appreciate it.

Sister-in-law Quan had already entered the Song family's courtyard.

"No need to thank me. We just live in the same residential compound. My aunt got injured while catching bad guys and needs to eat something nutritious."

Upon hearing Quan's sister-in-law's voice, Shen Huijun quickly invited her into the house.

When Sister-in-law Quan came in, she first asked about Song Xianglan's arm injury, then handed the fish she was carrying to Shen Huijun. "My family is from the fishing village down there. My brother sent over some yellowfin tuna; let's cook some noodles for you, Auntie."

Song Xianglan thanked her, saying, "I love yellowfin tuna the most."

"Then I'll ask my older brother to send some more over."

"I'm going back in a few days." Song Xianglan pushed the small winnowing basket on the octagonal table. "Have some peanuts."

"Auntie, won't you stay a little longer?"

"I still have a job back in my hometown. The slaughterhouse pays me 60 yuan a month, and I also get bones and offal from them. I can't bear to take too much time off."

Sister-in-law Quan gave a thumbs up.

"So that's where my aunt's kung fu comes from, that's why she's so good at catching people."

Song Xianglan smiled smugly and pointed in the direction of Granny Lin's house next door. "Don't even mention catching people, my fighting skills are all from slaughtering pigs. Most people can't beat me."