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

Outside the carriage, the train conductor's whistle blew, and voices urging passengers to disembark kept ringing out.

The train shuddered, made a clattering sound, and slowly glided forward.

"The car has started moving."

Song Tingting pushed him anxiously, "Get out of the car right now."

Lei Li glanced at the direction of the car door, which was moving faster and faster.

Finding it too late to turn around, he grabbed the window frame in the corridor with both hands, and jumped cleanly out of the half-open window.

"Why!"

Song Tingting turned pale with fright, rushed to the windowsill, and stuck her head out the window to look down.

Lei Li landed steadily on the platform.

With a push of his feet, he ran forward, following the gradually accelerating train.

He ran while looking up.

Shout with all your might at the car window where Song Tingting was:

"Tingting, I want to be your boyfriend."

The train wheels rolled over the rails, making a deafening rumble.

A cold wind howled as it rushed into the carriage.

Song Tingting was leaning against the window, but she didn't hear anything.

All she saw was Lei Li running alongside the train on the platform, his mouth wide open, opening and closing, shouting something.

The car sped up, and Lei Li's figure was quickly left behind, becoming a black dot.

Song Tingting straightened up and closed the window.

That person jumped out of the window so fiercely, are their legs okay?

Jumping so fast, don't twist your ankle.

She muttered to herself and shook her head.

Men are young until they die.

"Student Song." A strange male voice suddenly sounded from behind, "I thought your back looked like yours just now, I didn't expect it really was you."

Song Tingting turned around.

In the narrow aisle stood a tall young man.

She wore a well-made dark coat, her hair was neatly combed, and her expression carried a hint of joy.

Song Tingting stared at him for two seconds, but couldn't immediately recognize his name.

"Who are you……?"

Zhao Ziheng feigned a great shock, exaggeratingly clutching his chest.

"You hurt me deeply. We were alumni, after all. We used to eat together and go to the library together. I studied in the US for a few years and just returned last month. I even brought a friend to your store before."

Song Tingting didn't like this glib-tongued manner.

She looked Zhao Ziheng up and down.

"I don't remember any seniors," Song Tingting retorted. "I only remember your cousin who always liked to go around in front of others and seek attention."

Zhao Ziheng's smile widened:

"I knew you'd still remember me. Back in school, I went to the library every day to talk to you, but you wouldn't even give me a second glance. But that's okay, we have plenty of time to get to know each other now."

He glanced out the window; everything outside was a vast expanse of white.

"Was that man chasing the train on the platform just now your boyfriend?"

Song Tingting leaned against the inner wall of the carriage aisle, crossed her arms, and looked at him coldly.

"It has nothing to do with you."

Zhao Ziheng shrugged, his tone revealing a sense of superiority.

"Judging from his appearance, he's just a rough, uneducated soldier. He's not one of us."

Zhao Ziheng said smugly, "Tingting, I already had a green card from the US and could have stayed on Wall Street. But I resigned and returned to China for you..."

"Stop."

Song Tingting interrupted him.

She rolled her eyes in the same way as Song Xianglan.

"Don't try to pin your choices on me. I don't even remember your name, let alone take responsibility for your life. Don't try to play the self-righteous card with me. Whether you quit your job or not has absolutely nothing to do with me."

Zhao Ziheng ran into a tough obstacle.

This tactic used to work every time with girls.

Women love to be moved by what men do for them.

Song Tingting was too lazy to waste any more words with him, so she turned around, pushed open the door of the soft sleeper compartment, and went inside.

Two seconds later, the door behind me was opened again.

Zhao Ziheng squeezed in, carrying a leather suitcase.

He glanced at the bunk number and pointed to the upper bunk opposite Song Tingting.

"What a coincidence, this spot is mine." Zhao Ziheng casually tossed his suitcase up there.

The two people opposite them looked them up and down with gossipy eyes.

Song Tingting completely ignored him.

She took off her coat and hung it on the wall, took off her shoes and lay down directly on the bunk, pulled the blanket over her head, and turned over to face the wall.

Zhao Ziheng was not annoyed by her indifferent attitude.

He sat down on the edge of the lower bunk opposite Song Tingting, ignoring the scrutinizing gaze of the person on the lower bunk opposite him as they stared at Song Tingting's back.

More than half an hour passed.

Song Tingting felt suffocated, so she pulled the blanket down a little, just peeking out her head.

Zhao Ziheng immediately went over to strike up a conversation.

"Tingting, have you never been to America? It's completely different from here. The roads are full of cars, and there are countless skyscrapers. I'll take you there sometime when we have the chance," Zhao Ziheng said enthusiastically.

The older woman across the street:

"Dude, that girl clearly doesn't want to talk to you, yet you haven't stopped talking the whole way. Aren't you thirsty?"

Zhao Ziheng's face darkened.

"We're talking about going abroad, you wouldn't understand."

"Are you in the country right now? Besides, do that girl's parents even agree to her going abroad?"

Zhao Ziheng was taken aback.

Song Tingting's family is from the countryside, so her parents probably don't have much knowledge or experience.

I hope my daughter can start earning money soon.

Hey……

These past few days, the festive atmosphere of the Lunar New Year has been so strong in Qingyang County that it's hard to believe it's happening.

Song Xianglan was busy from morning till night.

The factory has scheduled a holiday for the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Some people will remain on duty until the 20th of the twelfth lunar month.

Zhao Guodong bought a ticket to return to the provincial capital early, leaving the deputy factory director and a group of people on duty to catch up on the last batch of orders before the New Year.

That morning, Song Xianglan sat in her office, calculating year-end bonuses for the workers.

A thick stack of red envelopes was laid out on the table.

The money in each envelope matched the worker's attendance record.

In addition to cash, the factory also prepared a holiday gift for each worker:

Ten packs of instant noodles, six cans of different flavors, six bags of potato chips, and two pieces of brown sugar rice cake.

When the supplies were distributed, the factory area was filled with laughter.

Many workers who received the gifts were saying they would take them back as gifts.

He also said that his family members were eating potato chips, instant noodles, and canned food from the factory.

After finishing my work at the factory.

Taking advantage of the sunny weather, Song Xianglan hurried home to tidy up.

She opened all the large wardrobes in the house and moved all the quilts and mattresses inside to the second-floor balcony, where they were hung on bamboo poles to air dry.

The windows on both the upstairs and downstairs floors also need to be cleaned.

The house needs a thorough cleaning.

Not only their own home, but also the two buildings next door belonging to Zhou Fang and Liu Yukun need to be cleaned.

She took the key and opened the door, letting the air out.

There's too much work for one person to do.

She simply went out and called Liu Chunhua, Liu Chounu, and Juhong, who had just gotten married not long ago, to come and lend a hand, and settled their wages according to the house.

Four women gathered together.

The chatter in the yard never stopped.

Ju Hong held an old towel in her hand and stood on a stool wiping the glass in Zhou Fang's main room.

She wore a red padded jacket and her hair was neatly combed.

Liu Chunhua poured a basin of dirty water against the wall in the yard, then leaned over to the window and nudged Ju Hong's calf with her elbow.

"Juhong, have you been enjoying your honeymoon these past few months?"

Liu Chunhua winked and said, "I ran into your Zhao Shengli at the brigade gate the day before yesterday. He had two apples in his pocket, and he insisted on running back into the house to get hot water to heat them up before giving them to you. Oh my, the way he treated you like the apple of his eye made all of us ache."

Ju Hong's face flushed red.

The rag in my hand stopped on the glass.

"He's just a kind-hearted man who knows how to care for people," Ju Hong said in a soft, sweet voice. "He wouldn't let me do any of the housework, like carrying water or chopping wood. He used all his strength on me, too."

Liu Chunhua leaned against the wall, laughing.

"Oh my, we're really envious."

Song Xianglan came out carrying a newly fluffed cotton quilt, and just then she heard this, which made the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes squeeze together with laughter.

"Ju Hong, is there any news about you this month?"

Song Xianglan draped the quilt over the bamboo pole, picked up a rattan cane and tapped it while asking questions.