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

Song Xianglan looked at Chen Zui, who was only in his early twenties.

They took him home.

Chen Zui sat on the sofa, grimacing, holding the medicated oil that Song Xianglan handed him. He rubbed the large bump on his forehead while gasping for breath.

"Auntie, you're too ruthless."

Song Xianglan glanced at him, poured some safflower oil into her palm, and rubbed the bruises on his arm. "I used to work at the slaughterhouse, that's how I developed my strength. If I didn't have some skills, I couldn't hold down a pig weighing several hundred pounds."

Chen Zui stared wide-eyed at Song Xianglan. "So you were just treating me like a piglet?"

"Dream on." Song Xianglan snorted, turned around to clear the table, and said, "A piglet like you isn't nearly as big as a pig."

Chen Zui: "..."

We can't talk today.

Shen Huijun and Song Xiangdong returned home one after the other.

Upon hearing that Erbao had almost gone missing, Song Xiangdong's expression darkened.

He crouched down, picked up the second child, and took him directly to the balcony.

The uncle and nephew whispered to each other for a long time, but no one paid any attention to what they were saying.

When coming back.

Erbao hugged Song Xiangdong's neck, his panic gone, and a smile appeared on his little face.

Chen Zui over there ate a big bowl of noodles.

He said he was staying at a hotel not far from here, and Song Xianglan invited him to her home for dinner the next day.

Chen happily agreed.

……

Zhou Fang was also busy in Shanghai.

Song Xianglan had specifically instructed him to buy shops and houses in Haishi.

Zhou Fang has traveled to many places recently and has taken over two shops in prime locations. He has also taken over a smaller shop for himself.

I'm figuring out when to go to the new city.

Shen's father called.

"Zhou Fang, if you have time, go to the area near Ruijin Road. There's an old villa there that's up for sale, in a fantastic location. Your godmother said you should go take a look."

Zhou Fang wrote down the address.

I'll ride my bike there.

The villa is indeed beautiful, with its own entrance and courtyard.

The homeowner was a man in his fifties who said that his family's visas had been approved and he was in a hurry to sell the house to exchange for foreign currency and go abroad.

"This house was returned to us last year. My father specially renovated it."

Fearing something might change, the family decided to settle abroad.

Zhou Fang looked around and got a sense of what was going on.

The house wasn't cheap, but remembering what Song Xianglan had told him, he paid the deposit on the spot.

The contract was signed.

We agreed to pay the full amount and transfer the property tomorrow.

As I stepped out of the villa, the sun was blazing.

Zhou Fang wiped the sweat from his forehead, pushed the cart along the road, and suddenly his gaze froze.

Across the street, under a huge sycamore tree, stood several people.

One of the figures wearing a white floral dress is Anxi Yang.

She was carrying a net bag containing some snacks and baby formula. She was talking to a few female classmates beside her. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, shining brightly on her face.

Anxi Yang seemed to sense something.

He looked up and his gaze crossed the road, meeting Zhou Fang's eyes directly.

The female classmate next to her noticed her unusual behavior.

Following her gaze, he nudged her arm. "west Yang, who's that? They've been staring at you."

Zhou Fang's image is indeed not good right now.

I rode my bike all morning in the sweltering heat, and the back of my shirt was soaked with sweat. I was wearing a pair of dusty leather shoes, which looked completely out of place in this stylish city.

Anxi Yang's lips moved, but she didn't make a sound.

The female classmates saw that she didn't say anything.

They began to whisper, their voices low but carrying exceptionally clearly in the sweltering air.

"Is that An Xi Yang's boyfriend?"

"Don't talk nonsense. This guy looks like he's only good for manual labor. He's not worthy of our Xiyang."

"An Xiyang is good at studying and good-looking, so she has high standards. Even if she were to find someone, she would want someone from a similar family background. This guy, apart from his face being okay, just looks like he's poor and stingy."

"It's just a physical body."

Several female classmates laughed and joked, their eyes filled with a hint of mockery.

Zhou Fang didn't move, his hand still on the handlebars.

He ignored the gossipy women, his dark eyes fixed on An Xiyang's face.

An Xiyang's face turned somewhat pale.

She turned to her classmates and whispered, "You guys go to the teacher's house first. I ran into someone I know, I'll just say a few words and be right back."

The female classmates exchanged winks and glances.

Without asking any further questions, he walked away laughing and joking.

Even after walking a few steps away, you can still hear the joking remark about "the debts I incurred when I was a sent-down youth in Anxi."

Anxi Yang stood still.

Zhou Fang pushed the cart across the road and walked up to her.

The two stood a meter apart, neither of them speaking first.

Once the closest couple, they seem to have grown apart by an invisible chasm.

for a long time.

Zhou Fang broke the silence with a hoarse voice, "When did you get back?"

"I've been back for about two weeks."

Anxi Yang lowered her head.

She had been abroad for over a year, and thought that being far away would harden her heart.

But when I actually saw the person, that sour feeling still wafted into my nose.

Zhou Fang stared at the top of her head.

I reached out to touch it, but put my hand down halfway through.

"Da Bao and Er Bao miss you."

Those six simple words struck Anxi Yang's heart like a heavy hammer.

An Xiyang looked up, tears streaming down her cheeks without warning.

She frantically tried to wipe it.

But the more you wipe, the more it spreads.

Zhou Fang felt a sharp pain in his heart as he watched her cry.

"If you have time, bring them over to stay for a few days during the summer vacation," Zhou Fang said, softening his tone.

An Xiyang bit her lip, shook her head, and said in a choked voice, "No... I'll go see them instead."

The two fell silent again.

Zhou Fang looked at An Xiyang and felt that she had changed.

I'm getting further and further away from him.

"Are you doing alright abroad?" Zhou Fang asked a pointless question.

Anxi sniffed, barely managing to stop her tears. "At first, I wasn't used to going to America, but then it got used to it. I went to class and worked every day, so I didn't have time to think about anything else."

She looked up at Zhou Fang, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

The man in front of me was a bit darker than before, and his eyes were more composed.

The youthful naiveté had completely faded, replaced by an indescribable air of authority.

What are you doing here?

"I need to do something for my godmother." Zhou Fang pointed to the villa behind him.

Anxi looked over and saw that it was a famous old villa in the area, a place that no one would dare to touch without some wealth.

A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she didn't ask any further questions.

The two of them just stood there.

The constant flow of people around them made their place seem eerily quiet.

About five or six minutes later.

Zhou Fang glanced at her watch. "You have plans for lunch, right?"

"Yeah, I made plans with a classmate to visit our old teacher." An Xi Yang snapped out of her reverie, glanced at the time, and said, "I'm going to be late."

"Are you free tonight?" Zhou Fang asked, staring at her.

"Yes." Anxi nodded as if possessed. "I'll come find you."

Zhou Fang gave an address.

Anxi Yang turned to leave.

Zhou Fang suddenly turned the handlebars, straddled the bike with her long legs, and said, "Get on, I'll give you a ride."

An Xiyang paused for a moment, looking at the familiar back seat.

In the past, in the village,

She often sat in the back seat, her arms around his waist, and at that time she felt that this was her whole life.

She hesitated for two seconds.

I still sat down.

This time, she placed her hands properly on her knees and didn't grab Zhou Fang's shirt.

The bike was ridden very steadily.

Zhou Fang sensed the deliberate distance the person behind her was maintaining, and a bitter smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

The wind felt hot on my face, but my heart felt cold.

to the place.

It is a quiet little courtyard.

Zhou Fang braced himself on one foot, waiting for Anxi to wade down.

"Go in." Zhou Fang's face was expressionless, his eyes so deep that they were unfathomable.

Until Zhou Fang's figure disappeared around the street corner.

An Xiyang wiped her eyes and turned to knock on the door.

The door opened.

The person who opened the door was Hu Hong, the female classmate who had just mocked Zhou Fang.

"Oh, I saw you outside the window just now, I thought I was seeing things. Did that 'skin' send you here?" Hu Hong smiled mischievously.

An Xiyang didn't reply and went into the house with a cold face.

The room was full of people.

The teacher was not feeling well and was leaning back in a recliner, while several students surrounded her, chatting and laughing.

The conversation revolved around going abroad, studying abroad, and settling down.

This era.

Going abroad is like getting a gilded plating; whoever can go abroad is considered superior.

"My visa has been approved, and I'll be leaving next month."

"I'm also working on it, probably by the end of the year."

Amidst a lively atmosphere.

Xia Wen, sitting in the corner, remained silent.

Xia Wen was tall and beautiful, and was a popular figure at school. She spent a long time working in the countryside, where she got married and had children, and was among the first batch of college students.

"Xia Wen, what's going on with your rural husband?" Hu Hong turned the conversation to Xia Wen. "There's a divorce wave going on these days, why don't you join the trend?"

The room fell silent instantly.

All eyes turned to Xia Wen.

An Xiyang held the teacup in her hand, her fingertips slightly clenched, and she subconsciously held her breath.

Xia Wen smiled and tidied the stray hairs by her ears.

"I'm not going abroad."

"Huh?" Hu Hong's eyes widened. "Are you crazy? Such a good opportunity!"

"I'm not crazy."

Xia Wen raised her head, her gaze open and honest. "I plan to bring my husband and child to Shanghai after I graduate."

An Xiyang looked at Xia Wen in disbelief.

"Are you really willing to marry a country bumpkin?" Hu Hong asked, her face full of disappointment. "Xia Wen, you're a talented woman from our school, are you really willing to be dragged down by a peasant for the rest of your life?"

What does "a burden" mean?

Xia Wen's smile faded a little. "When I was in the countryside, during the most difficult time, he saved his food rations for me."

When I was preparing for the college entrance exam, he took care of all the housework by himself, and wouldn't even let me take care of the children, just so I could read one more page of my book.

"I can't bring myself to kill off my sweetheart as soon as I get ashore."

Her tone carried a hint of pride, "Actually, I was also confused and conflicted, wondering whether to get a divorce or not. My husband didn't force me to make a choice; he said he respected my decision."

He runs a livestock farm in his hometown and said he didn't want to be a stumbling block for me.

I believe that even if he goes to Shanghai, with his tenacity and mindset, he can make a name for himself. I don't want to abandon my family for that so-called "future," nor do I want to have any regrets.

The room fell silent instantly.

The teacher nodded from the recliner, her eyes full of admiration.

"Good child. One must not forget one's roots; this is the integrity a scholar should have."

Every word Xia Wen uttered felt like a needle piercing An Xiyang's heart.

Hu Hong pursed her lips and turned to look at An Xiyang.

west Yang, what about you? You've been in America for over a year, what are your thoughts? Do you think Xia Wen is particularly foolish?

"I..." Anxi opened her mouth, but found that her throat was dry and she couldn't say a word.