Chapter 9 On the way home

Song Zhaodi thought to herself, she has nowhere to go if she doesn't come back: "I know, I won't delay your business."

Liu Ling was a native of Shencheng in his previous life, and later moved to the imperial capital, and then traveled all over the world. He stayed in hotels for half of the year, and still had a special affection for Shencheng.

She didn't want to stay in Shencheng for a long time for shopping, but just to see Shencheng a hundred years ago.

The road conditions were not good, the traffic was slow, and it was after eight o'clock that Zhong Jianguo and Song Zhaodi arrived at Binhai City.

The train departed at nine o'clock. Zhong Jianguo carried a large cloth bag made of scraps in one hand and dragged Song Zhaodi's arm in the other to the train station.

When the two arrived at the train station, Sister-in-law Zhong, who wanted to take a good look at Song Zhaodi, quickly gave her the child in her arms and the bag in her hand.

Song Zhaodi took it subconsciously, and when she found out that there was a child in her arms, with a bag on her arm, she was stunned: "Zhong - Jianguo?"

"What's the matter?" Zhong Jianguo glanced at her, and without waiting for Song Zhaodi to speak, he said, "This basket is for you. You carry the third baby and the older baby. I carry the second baby and carry these bags."

Song Zhaodi looked down and saw that in addition to the big cloth bag she brought, there was a big bag and two children at Zhong Jianguo's feet.

Sister-in-law Zhong explained: "In the bag are the clothes and shoes of the three of them, and Sanwa's diapers are also in it. Big sister, the bag you are carrying has the food I bought for you. There is nothing to eat on the train, so I leave these for you. Eat on the road."

"Thank you, sister-in-law." Song Zhaodi twitched the corners of her mouth and couldn't help but think of a sketch "Superborn Guerrilla" in "Review of the Spring Festival Gala Classics" that she watched as a child. At the beginning, she also complained about screenwriters, sketch actors and people in the 1980s. I didn't expect that one day I would also say, "Dad, come to my side."

The child grabbed Zhong Jianguo's hand and looked at Song Zhaodi timidly.

Seeing this, Sister-in-law Zhong walked over to Zhong Jianguo and gently pushed the child: "Dad, go to your mother's place, be obedient, the train is coming soon."

The child didn't seem to hear, and turned around to give Song Zhaodi the back of his head.

Song Zhaodi turned to Brother Zhong: "Brother, give me the second baby."

"Let Jianguo hold it." Brother Zhong looked at his eldest nephew, "The eldest baby is not obedient, and the uncle will not hurt you anymore."

Song Zhaodi: "It's alright, I often work at home, and I'm very energetic." As he spoke, he extended his hand.

Sister-in-law Zhong was very satisfied with Song Zhaodi's attitude, she gave Zhong Jianguo a wink, the daughter-in-law was good, "Jianguo, give the ticket to your elder brother, and we will take you on the bus."

Three children, two big bags saluting, it was really troublesome to get in the car, and Zhong Jianguo was not polite to his brother.

After taking out the ticket, Zhong Jianguo picked up two large bags, and there was a banging sound in the distance.

Song Zhaodi turned her head subconsciously, followed the sound, her eyes were darkened, the old train was cold in winter and hot in summer, and she was going to be exhausted.

"What are you looking at? Zhao Di." Zhong Jianguo took two steps and found that his newly married daughter-in-law was not following, "Get in the car quickly."

With a heavy heart, Song Zhaodi set foot on the train going south, carrying the younger child and the second child. The excitement of "escape" Xiaosong Village disappeared, and the good mood suddenly fell to the bottom.

"What's the matter?" Sister-in-law Zhong hugged the eldest baby and turned her head to see that Song Zhaodi's expression was wrong, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Song Zhaodi squeezed out a smile: "No. I didn't expect so many people in the car, how delicious it must be."

Sister-in-law Zhong stood on tiptoe and looked at it: "There aren't many people, and it's not full. If you think it's too big, ask Jianguo to open the window." She thought that Song Zhaodi was tired from holding the child, but it was strange to hear her say that. It doesn't taste as big as the countryside. There are thatched huts, pigsties, and manure pits everywhere. "It will be more comfortable to replace it with a boat tomorrow, and it will not be bumpy when there are fewer people."

Song Zhaodi asked as she got in the car, "Have you ever sat in the car?"

"Your elder brother and I were on the boat when we went to pick up the three of them." Sister-in-law Zhong handed the child to Zhong Jianguo, elder brother Zhong handed the ticket to the conductor, and the couple hurriedly got off the train.

Zhong Jianguo didn't care to say goodbye to his brother and sister-in-law, so he carried his eldest son to the seat and went to pick up the second son in Song Zhaodi's arms. After the family of five was seated, the train started.

Song Zhaodi touched the hard seat and couldn't help but ask, "How long do we have to sit?"

"It's almost dawn." Zhong Jianguo said.

Song Zhaodi's eyes darkened, she couldn't believe it: "Ten hours?"

"How is that possible. Keep your voice down, everyone else is looking this way." Zhong Jianguo noticed that the person on the opposite side raised his head and frowned slightly, "Thirty hours."

Song Zhaodi's face changed suddenly, and she exclaimed in a low voice, "Thirty hours?!"

"Yes." Zhong Jianguo didn't understand why she was so shocked. "Hurry up by boat, but there is only one boat from Binhai to Shencheng every two days. The boat has already left this morning." After speaking, Song Zhaodi's face was even more ugly. , with hindsight, "Are you motion sickness?"

Song Zhaodi said feebly, "My waist is not good. If I sit for thirty hours, I'm afraid my waist will break."

"If you're tired from sitting, I'll stand up and walk around. You lie down on the chair and rest." Zhong Jianguo hugged his younger son in his left hand and his second son in his right hand, and turned to his eldest son, "Have you eaten dinner?"

The child subconsciously glanced at Song Zhaodi.

Song Zhaodi had never gotten along with children, so she opened the bag that Sister Zhong gave her, took out an egg, peeled off the shell and handed it to the child: "Do you want to eat?"

The child turned to Zhong Jianguo.

Zhong Jianguo saw the eldest son who was like a dragon in front of him, like a sick cat at the moment, and wanted to laugh: "Take it and say thank you."

"Thank you." The child stretched out his hand to take it away, and quickly spit out two words.

Song Zhaodi looked funny and deliberately teased him: "What did you say? I didn't hear it clearly."

The child was stunned, glanced at Song Zhaodi, turned to Zhong Jianguo, the stepmother you married me was deaf?

"Your voice is too low, and I didn't hear it." Zhong Jianguo reminded, "Thank you in good faith and speak louder."

The child bowed his head and broke the egg in half, stuffed the egg white into his mouth and the yolk into Zhong Jianguo, swallowed it and said, "I want to sleep, Dad."

"Tell your mother to hold you to sleep." Zhong Jianguo pouted at Song Zhaodi.

The child froze: "I'm heavy."

"I'm strong, I don't think you're too heavy." Song Zhaodi said with a smile, "Come and sit in my arms." As she spoke, she extended her hand.

The child noticed it out of the corner of his eye, and hurriedly grabbed Zhong Jianguo's arm.

Zhong Jianguo's hand trembled and he almost threw his younger son out.

Song Zhaodi was startled, and hurriedly hugged the third child.

Zhong Jianguo, who had his hands free, slapped the eldest son on the head: "Didn't you see me hugging my brother?"

The child was also startled, pursed his lips, glared at Zhong Jianguo and said, "You are the stepfather, I don't want you anymore."

"Yes, I am your stepfather." Zhong Jianguo pointed at his third son who was sleeping, "Is he also your stepfather?"

The child choked.

Zhong Jianguo patted his leg: "Come here, I'll hold you. If you're not honest, I'll whip you with a belt."

"Keep your voice down, everyone else is asleep." The child was really reckless. When Zhong Jianguo taught his son, Song Zhaodi didn't persuade him directly, but reminded Zhong Jianguo that it was almost done.

Zhong Jianguo nodded slightly and whispered, "You're not used to it, just tell me when you're tired."

In the past, Song Zhaodi didn't believe it. And Sister Song's youngest son is a few months older than Zhong Jianguo's youngest son. Song Zhaodi once held her cheap nephew to play for a while, and the next day her arms were sore that she couldn't lift her arms up: "I know, just squint for a while. I'm not sleepy now, help you watch them both."

Thirty hours without sleeping is nothing to Zhong Jianguo. A few years ago, he often did not sleep for two days and two nights, and he was highly concentrated.

Song Zhaodi was so considerate of him, Zhong Jianguo didn't say that he could hold on: "Then I'll just squint for a while."

An hour later, Song Zhaodi had a sore back and wanted to stand up for a walk. Seeing Zhong Jianguo's eyes closed, she didn't wake him up to watch the child. Put the child in your arms on the seat, open the big bag full of clothes, turn out five pieces of clothes, and make a simple baby carrier in three or two times.

Zhong Jianguo didn't dare to sleep with the two children in his arms, and opened his eyes when he heard the rustling sound. The lights in the carriage were turned off, and Zhong Jianguo couldn't see what she was doing, feeling that she was serious and didn't say a word.

After a while, seeing Song Zhaodi tying her little son to her chest, Song Zhaodi began to beat her waist and rub her back, stretched her arms and kicked her legs, Zhong Jianguo smiled silently, and closed his eyes again.

For hard-seat cars, Song Zhaodi had only been on the subway and school bus in her previous life. Both of these cars were smooth and stable, with little noise and no heavy odor in the car.

Today's old trains are banging and banging endlessly. There is no smell in the carriage, and the backs of the seats are straight and there is no curvature at all. Song Zhaodi glanced at the seat, and would rather stand than sit down.

Zhong Jianguo bought three tickets, and the entire bench belonged to them. Song Zhaodi did not sit, so half of the bench was vacant. Song Zhaodi stared at the vacant seat for a while, then put the child in her arms on the chair again, opened the big bag and took out two pairs of pants and a cotton coat.

Zhong Jianguo heard the rustling sound, and then saw Song Zhaodi squatting on the ground, very speechless. It's past ten o'clock, isn't this woman sleepy?

Song Zhaodi's biological clock is from twelve o'clock in the evening to six in the morning. Ten o'clock is the time when Song Zhaodi is at his best. Song Zhaodi, who is bored, wraps his trousers around the bench and puts Sanwa in her arms. Then he gently put the eldest child in Zhong Jianguo's arms on the chair, and then put the second child next to the eldest.

Zhong Jianguo's arms were empty, and he couldn't hold it any more: "What are you doing?"

"Awake?" Song Zhaodi asked in surprise.

Zhong Jianguo thought to himself, you have been tossing all over, and the dead have been awakened by you. Knowingly, he asked, "What about the eldest baby and the second baby?"

"Here." Pointing to Zhong Jianguo, "I was afraid that they would fall, so I took out the cotton-padded coat and put it between the two pairs of trousers. No matter how they rolled, they wouldn't fall off." Song Zhaodi was quite fond of her work. Proud, "Go to sleep."

Zhong Jianguo sat on the innermost bench, and his two sons slept outside side by side, with trousers and cotton-padded jackets blocking them, so the two sons would not fall off, "Where do you sit?"

"There are a lot of vacancies in the car." Song Zhaodi was not worried, "I will find a place to sit down and rest when I get tired. By the way, the three of them are called Dawa, Erwa and Sanwa?"

Zhong Jianguo said: "The eldest was born in 1962. At that time, there was a famine in the whole country. My former mother-in-law said that a cheap name would be easy to support, so she named the eldest Jian Qiang. The second child was called Kangsheng, and the third was born in the south, called Xiangnan. The second and third sons got their fucking names."

"Your former daughter-in-law really knows how to name her." Song Zhaodi pointed out.

Zhong Jianguo glanced at her: "It's not as good as you, Zhao Di."

Song Zhaodi choked: "Then why do you call them the big baby, the second baby and the third baby, instead of calling them strong, resistant and Xiangnan?"

"Since your spirit is so good, go to the conductor to pour me a glass of water." Zhong Jianguo's expression changed slightly, and he took out a slap-sized porcelain jar from his bag like a conjurer.

Song Zhaodi snorted, "I was so angry that I became angry." She took away the half-used porcelain jar, poured out the biscuits in the cup, and went to the conductor.

Zhong Jianguo watched his two sons sleep soundly. He really didn't want to fall, so he closed his eyes and relaxed.

Song Zhaodi came back with hot boiling water and saw Zhong Jianguo closed his eyes, his head against the glass, and threw two fists at Zhong Jianguo.

The man opposite was happy: "What's your relationship with him?"

"His second daughter-in-law." Song Zhaodi was not afraid that others would know, "Xi Dang Niang, or the mother of three children, haven't seen it before."

The other party: "I haven't seen it. However, I think you are very happy."

"You're wrong." Song Zhaodi listened to Zhong Jianguo's snoring, making sure that he was already asleep, and didn't dare to be careless, "I can't help it either. Hey, comrade, are you going to Shencheng too?"

The man was awakened by Song Zhaodi just as he was about to fall asleep. Later, Zhong Jianguo spoke again. The man was completely drowsy, so he sat inside, pointed to the outside and signaled Song Zhaodi to sit down and speak: "I'll get off at the next stop."

"Very good. It's not like I have to sit for thirty hours." Song Zhaodi couldn't help but sigh as she spoke.

The man was curious: "Why didn't you say 'I'?"

"He can't get used to it. My father, my mother, and my sister all said that. I will often deal with him in the future. I have to let him get used to it sooner." That's not it. Song Zhaodi didn't have the problem of trusting strangers, so she changed the subject, "Are you a comrade worker?"

The man waved his hand: "No, I'm an accountant in a state-owned factory. I received a telegram from my home a few days ago, and there are 'red soldiers' making trouble over there. I plan to take my parents to Binhai."

"Your family—" Song Zhaodi suddenly paused and lowered her voice, "Is there a problem?"

A man is a talkative master, and Song Zhaodi's purpose is to Shencheng, and with a litter of children, even if he knows where his family is, he can't hurt him: "My father is the young master of the landlord's family, and my mother stayed abroad."

"Have you stayed abroad? Then you bring people into the factory, and if you can't protect them, you will be implicated." Song Zhaodi pointed out, "You underestimate the world."

The man sat up subconsciously, with a wary expression on his face, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know something?"

"I don't know, I guess." Song Zhaodi said, "If you want to save your parents, find someone to send you all to rural labor camps. It's good to go to our village. Xiaosong Village in Hongya Town is not Dasong Village, but Xiaosong. village."

The man looked at Song Zhaodi, because it was too dark in the carriage, he couldn't see Song Zhaodi's expression clearly, and tentatively asked, "Why help me?"

"The hand of giving a rose to a person will still have a fragrance after a long time." She didn't believe it when she said it.

Liu Ling was lucky enough to meet a noble person in a previous life, and later he tried to repay the noble person. The other party told her that helping others is the best reward for her.

Liu Ling sneered, not wanting the nobles to disappoint her, so she told herself to help others when they encountered difficulties, "Your mother has stayed abroad, and the primary school in our village lacks a foreign language teacher. I graduated from college and know very well that knowledge is rural. The only way for people to change their destiny. I am changing destiny through knowledge. People in our village respect learned people very much.”

The man is incredible: "You change your destiny to be a stepmother? When I am the child in your arms."

"My hobbies are different." Song Zhaodi smiled indifferently, "If you don't believe me, forget it."

Men always think that she runs the train with her mouth full, but she can even say an ancient Indian proverb, and she doesn't think she is aimless.

Song Zhaodi suddenly got up, followed the sound and approached. Seeing Zhong Jianguo rubbing his head in a daze, he was overjoyed: "Drowsiness?"

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Zhong Jianguo raised his eyes and saw a pair of bright eyes, like stars outside the window, "What time do you usually rest?"

Song Zhaodi said nonsense: "Three watch. The chicken wakes me up to sleep, the pig wakes me up. Hey, your son wakes up."

Zhong Jianguo wanted to say, how can you swear at people? When she said that, she saw the child in her arms moving: "Maybe she is hungry."

"I don't have milk." Song Zhaodi took out the child and handed it to Zhong Jianguo, "You feed."

Zhong Jianguo: "I don't have milk either!"

"Then what should we do?" Song Zhaodi blurted out.

The man opposite couldn't stand it any longer: "What do you usually feed him?"

"By the way, there are biscuits." Zhong Jianguo said, "Where's the water you poured? Make biscuits for Sanwa to eat."

Song Zhaodi suddenly thought: "Yes, there are biscuits in the porcelain jar, next to the big baby." After speaking, she went to look for it, took out a biscuit, and put it in the water with the moonlight, "Hey, all melted?"

"This kind of biscuits melts with water," the man said. "Is there no spoon? Take a spoonful of water, break some biscuits and put them in the spoon, and then give them to the children."

Zhong Jianguo also thought that his former daughter-in-law fed the children like this: "Zhao Di, there should be a spoon in the bag."

"Dad, are you here yet?"

Zhong Jianguo heard the voice of his eldest son: "No. Don't move, Dad is feeding his younger brother."

"Dad, I want to pee." The child plans to get up by himself, "Dad, I can't move."

Zhong Jianguo: "Zhao Di, give me the spoon and biscuits, and also give me the pocket on your body. You can take the big baby to the convenience."

Song Zhaodi pulled the child out, took the child to the bathroom, and helped the child take off his pants.Seeing the child bowing his head and never looking at her, he raised his brows and deliberately asked, "Dad, am I treating you well?"

"I won't call you mother." The child is afraid that Song Zhaodi will call him mother next sentence, "I only have one mother."