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

Sheng Ruzhi sat on the edge of the bed, listening to Cong Ying and Song Tingting talking opposite her.

She was only familiar with Song Xianglan.

He was still a bit distant from the other two and didn't respond for a while.

"Don't be nervous." Cong Ying handed over a handful of peanuts. "We'll go out together tomorrow. There's nothing to be afraid of."

Song Tingting peeled the peanuts and smiled slightly:

"Sister Ruzhi, I heard from Brother Yukun that you two broke up back then?"

Sheng Ruzhi blushed and nodded.

"How did it get better again?"

"He came to my house to find me." Sheng Ruzhi lowered her head, but couldn't help but curl up her lips. "He deliberately used Aunt Song as a cover to stay at my house. He was trying to get attention from my family and kept trying to impress me."

Song Tingting burst out laughing:

"Only you can handle him. If he misbehaves in the future, just tell my mom. My mom is really tough on kids."

This joke lightened the atmosphere in the room considerably.

Sheng Ruzhi, feeling more at ease, also shared some amusing anecdotes from the past.

They were having a lively conversation.

Shen Huijun pushed the door open and knocked on the door panel.

"Alright, it's so late," Shen Huijun urged. "Go to sleep quickly, you have to get up early for makeup tomorrow. If the bride has dark circles under her eyes, no amount of powder can cover them up."

Cong Ying leaned back against the quilt.

"Sister-in-law, I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, all I see is the red dress I have to wear tomorrow."

"Even if you can't sleep, you have to lie down with your eyes closed," Shen Huijun said irritably. "You'll be up all day tomorrow, and your face will be stiff from smiling. Don't complain about being tired then."

Several people leaned against the pillows.

No one was sleepy.

"Fate is truly wondrous." Sheng Ruzhi looked at the rooftop. "We, a group of people from all over the country, have all ended up in the same small fishing village."

Cong Ying turned to look at Song Tingting.

"Tingting, you'll definitely be assigned to Beijing after graduation. You won't marry someone from here, will you?"

Song Tingting shrugged, "Who knows? Who can predict what will happen in the future?"

The clock on the wall ticked.

It's 11 o'clock.

Cong Ying's stomach growled.

"Hungry?" Song Tingting immediately stood up. "I'll go make a bowl of noodles. We have some braised pork with vinegar, and I'll also add a few shrimp and fry some eggs."

"Sure. I'll help you start the fire."

They flourished like branches.

She and Song Tingting went downstairs together.

When they got downstairs, they found that the lights in Song Xianglan's room were off.

Sheng Ruzhi smiled and said, "Aunt Song goes to bed early."

"My mom said she's too old to keep going. Unlike when she was young, she can't stay up all night butchering pigs and isn't sleepy at all."

The steaming hot noodles were served.

Several people sat around the table, talking and eating noodles.

They ate and drank their fill.

Only then did I feel at ease enough to lie down.

the next day.

The Liu and Zhou families were decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers.

Red lanterns were hung all over the tree trunks along the roadside, and even Song Xianglan's courtyard was ablaze with color.

After all, both brides were married off through her.

Chunxia and Xiaochuan arrived early in the morning with Wenqiang and Wentao.

Xiao Yan followed behind, helping to serve tea and water.

"Is Erhua's shop closed today?" Song Xianglan asked.

"Business is slow during the Spring Festival." Chunxia placed a basin of washed fruit on the table. "She asked Fangfang to bring the children over to see what's going on."

Today, the ugly woman was wearing a dark red cotton-padded jacket, which was unusual for her, and her hair was combed neatly.

"It's a joyous occasion, so I should dress festively today."

Only the gate to the neighbor's house was tightly shut.

A large padlock hung on the door, shutting out all the noise.

Firecrackers went off outside.

Liu Yukun and Zhou Fang, dressed in sharp suits with red flowers pinned to their chests, led a group of brothers into the room.

The courtyard immediately erupted in chaos.

Fu Bao, You Bao, Huang Yitian, and several other children, along with Zhang Haiyan's children, all blocked the entrance to the main room.

"Uncle, give me the red envelope." Fu Bao stretched out his hand, looking quite self-righteous.

Zhou Fang took out a handful of red envelopes and handed them out one by one.

The little ones, having received the red envelopes, forgot their tasks and immediately made way for each other.

The door opened.

Cong Ying and Sheng Ruzhi, dressed in red wedding gowns, sat on the edge of the bed.

……

The sound of firecrackers rang out again.

Everyone followed them.

Tables were set up inside and in the courtyards of Zhou Fang's and Liu Yukun's houses, as well as in the open space at the entrance to the courtyard.

The courtyards of Song Xianglan's house and Liu Chou's house were not empty, neither inside nor in front of the door.

Steam rose from the large iron pot on the earthen stove, signaling the start of the banquet.

The rules are strictly enforced: once ten people are gathered at a table, the food is served.

As soon as we finished eating, someone came over to clear the plates.

After wiping with a rag, new bowls and chopsticks are set out, and the next group of people takes over.

Song Qiang also arrived with several of his cousins ​​and family members.

Yi Feng was holding a beautiful little girl.

He walked up to Song Xianglan.

"Third Aunt, look." Yi Feng pushed the child forward, "This is our little Qi Feng."

Song Xianglan took it and weighed it in her hands.

"You're doing well; you've gained weight."

The little girl had a sweet tongue, saying, "Third Aunt."

"Oh my, what a good girl." Song Xianglan quickly grabbed a red envelope and stuffed it into Qifeng's hand.

Yi Feng said proudly, "Little Qi Feng is much smarter than Liu Feng. She learns everything she's taught right away."

Qi Feng handed the red envelope to Yi Feng.

"Big sister, here you go."

Yifeng accepted the red envelope, saying, "I'll keep this for you, so you can use it for your education in the future."

Liu Feng rolled her eyes and pouted. "Big sister, you always favor her. You used to say I was smart when I was little too."

Erfeng put her arm around Liufeng's shoulder.

"It's alright, Second Sister just favors our little Liu Feng."

Liu Feng was delighted and leaned over to pinch Qi Feng's cheek.

"Qifeng is indeed cute, with such chubby little cheeks."

Qi Feng called out in a childish voice, "Sixth Sister."

Wu Feng also ran over.

"Seven Phoenixes".

Fu Bao ran over, looked at Qi Feng, and said with a smile, "Give me a hug."

Qi Feng got off the ground and ran after Fu Bao.

Sanfeng and Sifeng hurriedly called out, "Let's go outside to play, don't disturb the adults while they're working."

There was also Xiaoying, Erying, Sanying, and several other little girls who were all gathered together, having a great time.

Song Xianglan took the seat at the head of the table.

Fang Lanhua tried to squeeze past Song Xianglan to prevent her from sitting in the main seat.

She had only taken two steps when Liu Yukun suddenly blocked her way.

"There are still empty seats over there," Liu Yukun said, pointing to a table on the outer edge.

Fang Lanhua glared, about to explode, but after glancing around at the villagers, she swallowed back her harsh words and angrily sat down in a corner.

For Zhou Fang and Liu Yukun...

Song Xianglan was far more qualified to sit in this seat of honor than their biological parents.

The two brothers, Song Nan and Song Bei, stood by the roadside scattering wedding candies, carrying large red cloth bags.

The village children rushed forward in a swarm to grab it.

The villagers took their own bowls and packed up all the leftover food from the meal to take home.

Not a single bit was wasted.

I was busy until dark.

The crowd finally dispersed.

Song Xianglan sat on a chair in the main room, rubbing her lower back, too tired to even speak.

"Let Wentao and the others sleep at home for a few nights. I've opened the doors to all the rooms on the third floor, and the key to the old house is in the drawer, so they can stay there too. I'm exhausted, I need to catch up on some sleep."

"Mom, go and rest. I'll take care of the rest." Shen Huijun nodded repeatedly.

It was dark.

Koizumi Village has finally quieted down.

In the new house.

Cong Ying changed into her pajamas and sat on the edge of the bed.

Zhou Fang came in reeking of alcohol.

Cong Ying stood up to get some water.

Zhou Fang grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

"Why are you running?" Zhou Fang asked in a hoarse voice.

"I'll pour you some water." Cong Ying nudged his shoulder.

"I won't drink it."

Zhou Fang lowered his head and buried his face in her neck.

"I finally got to marry her."

Cong Ying felt itchy from his hot breath and moved away slightly.

……

The moonlight streamed in through the window and then disappeared behind the clouds.

In the deep of night, they entwined their necks like mandarin ducks.

The brocade quilt is turned red and the waves are rippled.

……

Ruo, long.

So, so big.

……

Together we dispel the stagnation of the orchid-scented soup.