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

Shen Huijun was a little embarrassed.

"I'm perfectly healthy, let's all drink together."

"Just drink it when I tell you to." Song Xianglan brooked no argument. "There's also a pig liver and lung; we'll chop them up and stir-fry them at noon."

Song Xianglan put down her chopsticks.

"I've noticed that Xiaoyan has been on duty at the factory these past two days. It must be quite lonely with her there all by herself. I'll go to the factory at noon and ask her to come over for lunch."

Shen Huijun immediately agreed.

She had heard about the mess that Xiao Yan's family had made before.

I felt a deep sense of melancholy.

Everyone has their own difficulties to overcome.

Shen Huijun said, "I happen to have a new coat that I bought too small and haven't worn yet. I figured Xiaoyan is petite, so I'll give it to her when she comes. It'll be a good new outfit for the New Year."

"Okay. She hasn't been working long and doesn't have much money. Even if she did, she wouldn't be willing to buy clothes."

"Her grandmother was stingy her whole life, and she must have told her to save the money she earned. Young girls should dress up and take care of themselves; when you get older, you might want to dress up but you'll no longer have the looks."

After breakfast.

Da Bao quickly cleared away the bowls and chopsticks and went to the kitchen.

Erbao and Youbao were about to walk out of the courtyard gate.

"Stop right there!" Song Xianglan snapped. "Where are you going? You just got over your fever, go back to your room upstairs."

Erbao turned around with a bitter face.

"Grandma, it's too stuffy in the room, we don't want to lie down."

"Yes, I'm all better now," Youbao quickly chimed in.

"Then stay in the courtyard. If you get chilled by the wind outside, you'll be up all night again." Song Xianglan set the rules and turned to go into the main room.

Erbao and Youbao exchanged a glance.

He lowered his head helplessly.

The two went to the corner of the wall and each carried a small wooden stool, then sat side by side in the middle of the yard to bask in the sun.

I'm so bored.

Youbao stared at the ground and noticed a nest of ants climbing upwards. He casually grabbed a stalk of dry grass from the side and placed it in front of the ant column.

The ant changed direction and then moved the grass stalk horizontally.

Not long after.

Er Ying and San Ying ran into the courtyard hand in hand.

"Aunt Fu Bao, Aunt Fu Bao!" San Ying shouted at the top of her lungs.

Fu Bao ran down the stairs.

"What are you doing?" Fu Bao asked.

"There's a family in the village having a wedding and throwing out candy. Let's go join the fun! Aunt Fubao, come with us quickly and grab some candy!" Sanying eagerly grabbed her hand.

"Wait me a moment."

Fu Bao turned around and ran upstairs quickly.

When she came down again, she had a small rabbit-shaped bag slung across her body and a red hat with pom-poms on her head.

San Ying looked at Fu Bao.

She was so beautiful that she couldn't take her eyes off her.

"Aunt Fu Bao, how can you be so beautiful?" San Ying said with envy.

Fu Bao adjusted her hat.

"Sanying is pretty too. Let's go grab some candy." Fu Bao held Erying's hand in one hand and Sanying's hand in the other, and the three little girls rushed out of the courtyard.

Watching their retreating figures.

Youbao stopped holding the straw.

He turned his head and stared at Erbao with a resentful look.

"Brother," Youbao pouted, looking unconvinced, "we did a great thing yesterday by catching those bad guys who were stealing shrimp."

Why are they allowed to go play in the village, while the two of us are stuck here being punished by sitting and watching ants?

"Grandma doesn't like us."

Erbao was startled and quickly covered Youbao's mouth.

"Shh! Shut up!"

Erbao glanced towards the main room with lingering fear. "Grandma's ideas are different from ours. Don't forget, we still owe her a good beating."

"Just sit in the yard and daydream."

Youbao continued to poke the ants on the ground with a grass stick.

……

The long-distance bus bound for Qingyang Town was parked on the side of the road, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Song Tingting was carrying her luggage.

I squeezed off the bus.

Before she could even get her footing, someone jumped down right behind her.

"Tingting, this bag is so heavy, let me help you carry it." Zhao Ziheng approached with a big smile and reached out to grab the bag strap from Song Tingting's hand.

"Don't touch it."

Song Tingting pulled her bag to the other side, her brows furrowed tightly.

Her anger was rising to her throat.

From the moment she boarded the train in Beijing, Zhao Ziheng followed her like an unshakeable leech.

He would buy the same train ticket as her.

"Zhao Ziheng, are you ever going to stop? You've followed me all this way, what are you trying to do?"

Zhao Ziheng remained completely calm and composed.

Hands in coat pockets.

"I walk my own path, who said I'm following you?" Zhao Ziheng shrugged nonchalantly. "I also take this route to see my friends."

"What are you doing coming to this remote and impoverished place during the Chinese New Year? To relax?" Song Tingting didn't buy it at all.

"I'm here to visit a friend," Zhao Ziheng blurted out. "Can't I have friends in Qingyang?"

Song Tingting gave a cold laugh.

"Visiting a friend?" Song Tingting looked him up and down, her tone mocking. "Zhao Ziheng, if you're going to lie, at least come up with a plausible reason."

What kind of place is Qingyang? Who in Beijing could possibly have any connection with someone like you?

If you told me you lived in Southeast Asia or Hong Kong and Macau and had friends in Qingyang, I would believe you. But now you say you have friends in Qingyang? Don't be ridiculous.

Zhao Ziheng didn't take Song Tingting's cold face seriously.

He put his hands in his pockets and gave a smirk.

"Are you really angry?" Zhao Ziheng took a step forward, blocking Song Tingting's path. "I'm supposed to be your senior. You came all the way to Qingyang, and you can't even treat me to a meal?"

Song Tingting's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

This person simply can't understand good or bad words.

"I can treat you to a meal. But I have to go home now. I don't have time to entertain you."

Zhao Ziheng wasn't annoyed, and followed up with her question:

"Okay, so what are your plans after graduation?"

He then changed the subject, "And what's your relationship with that soldier from before?"

Song Tingting cautiously took a half step back.

"He's my brother's comrade-in-arms," ​​Song Tingting replied crisply. "Stop with the nonsense. You've come all this way, I'm not a stingy person. Tomorrow at noon, I'll treat you to a meal at the Happiness Restaurant in town, just to show you some hospitality."

After saying that, Song Tingting walked around him.

Head straight to the main street of the town.

Zhao Ziheng did not follow.

Song Tingting used to focus all her attention on studying and doing research, and was slow to react to matters of romance.

But even if you're slow to react.

They realized something was wrong.

Back in Beijing, Zhao Ziheng would often appear around her.

She always thought it was because of Yang Yaxiu, and that he was taking revenge on Yang Yaxiu's behalf. Now it seems that's not the case at all.

We'll have dinner tomorrow.

We must lay everything out in front of him and make things clear to put an end to his hopes.

The roads in the town are full of potholes.

Song Tingting walked to the street corner and flagged down a pedicab.

"Driver, to Xiaoquan Village." Song Tingting threw her bag onto the vehicle and climbed in herself.

The tricycle chain creaked as it drove away.

Zhao Ziheng stood at the entrance of the post office not far away, staring at Song Tingting's departing figure.

In front of the melon seed stall next door.

Two middle-aged women carrying vegetable baskets were peeling melon seeds together.

"Hey, wasn't that little girl who just walked by Song Tingting, the daughter of the butcher Song family?" the round-faced woman asked, pointing in the direction the tricycle had gone.

Another short-haired woman craned her neck to take a look.

"That talented girl who got into Peking University. Judging by the timeline, she should have graduated and been assigned a job several years ago, right?"

The round-faced woman lowered her voice, her tone full of envy.

"I've heard her uncle mention that she's always been studying. Now she's doing some kind of big research project. Don't underestimate Song the butcher just because he's a pig butcher. He's given birth to such a golden phoenix; that's one of a kind in Xiaoquan Village."