Chapter 101

Shen Xuancheng was a soldier under Master Liu's, and his subordinate's family cried a lot. As Master Liu's wife, Mrs. Duan went to Shen Xuancheng's house to see if there was anything she could help. It made sense.

Sister-in-law Duan is a kind-hearted person. Song Zhaodi took the aluminum pot from her hand, but Sister-in-law Duan did not insist. However, Mrs. Duan was really displeased with Sun Wanru's behavior. She moved in for half a month, and she didn't come out to say hello to the neighbors. She is the only one in the entire family area. So Sister-in-law Duan told Song Zhaodi, "If she ignores us, come back immediately."

"Auntie, am I the kind of person with a hot face and a cold butt?" Song Zhaodi asked with a smile.

Sister-in-law Duan smiled: "I forgot it for a while."

The two went to the door of Shen's house. Seeing that the door was closed, Song Zhaodi asked loudly if there was anyone at home.

After a while, Mother Shen came out of the room.

Song Zhaodi and Sister Duan looked at each other, the old lady was at home.

Sister-in-law Duan was surprised, so she asked Song Zhaodi in a low voice, "Come here uninvited, what should we say?"

"Let me tell you." Song Zhaodi whispered, and called to Shen's mother who was coming here, "Auntie is at home. I thought you were not at home. I heard the child cry all the time, is it uncomfortable? Do you want to go to the hospital? "

Mother Shen opened the door and invited the two to come in: "I'm not sick. Thank you Teacher Song for your concern."

In the past, when Song Zhaodi heard people say this, she would say, since it's all right, we'll go back. However, Song Zhaodi wanted to know whether Shen Xuancheng's wife was a human being or a ghost, and whether she was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Because of this, not only did she not go back, but she dragged Sister-in-law Duan into the hospital: "Are you hungry?"

Mother Shen was a little uncomfortable and smiled: "Yeah. I'm about to make food for the child."

"My family is stewing chicken, should I serve some?" Song Zhaodi said.

"no need."

The icy voice suddenly sounded, and Song Zhaodi couldn't help but tremble. She looked up at the room, quite surprised. Song Zhaodi always believed that Sun Wanru was at most twenty-five or six years old. Seeing that the other party was in her thirties, Song Zhaodi suppressed her doubts and said with a smile, "It's alright, it's okay to do it."

"No." Sun Wanru said coldly, "My daughter doesn't like it."

"Mom, I want it." The little girl sobbing in a low voice said suddenly.

Sun Wanru's face changed slightly.

Song Zhaodi wanted to laugh, but seeing the child crying pitifully and feeling unkind, she said to Shen's mother, "Auntie, I'll go serve it up."

"No need." Sun Wanru said again.

Song Zhaodi wanted to sneer this time, but she wanted to come by herself, so she couldn't blame others, so she simply said to Mother Shen, "Then we won't bother."

"It's getting late, so it's time to cook." Sister Duan said, dragging Song Zhaodi away.

Mother Shen was embarrassed and wanted to say something to keep her back. Song Zhaodi and Sister Duan had already turned around and couldn't help but glared at their daughter-in-law and followed up: "I'll send you off."

"Auntie stay, everyone is neighbors, so don't be so polite." Song Zhaodi was very considerate, "Go and cook for the child."

The eldest granddaughter cried with snot and tears. Mother Shen thought for a while: "Well, then you go slow. Come over to play another day."

"Okay." Song Zhaodi waved.

Sister-in-law Duan raised her hand and grabbed Song Zhaodi's arm, and urged, "Let's go." She looked back at the door, her brows furrowed, her face full of displeasure. I thought we couldn't finish the meat in our house, so we had to send it to her house."

Song Zhaodi twitched the corners of her mouth. She wanted to laugh and nodded, "I didn't expect it to be like this."

"That's because you're still young." Sister-in-law Duan said, "Young ladies who are knowledgeable and reasonable, like Teacher Yao, and others who are defiant—"

Song Zhaodi: "It's nothing to see."

"Yes, that's what you said." Sister-in-law Duan said, snorting coldly, "I despise this kind of person the most. It seems that they don't need to eat, drink, and sleep, they are like gods."

Song Zhaodi patted her arm: "Okay, don't be angry. Today's fault is my fault, I'm going to go by myself." She walked under the porch and handed the basin to Sister-in-law Duan, "Uncle Liu should come back later. Now, auntie, let's go back and cook."

"Where's the stove?" Sister Duan asked, "Is it just here?"

Song Zhaodi: "I can move it."

"I'll help you." Sister-in-law Duan put down the chicken soup, and without waiting for Song Zhaodi to speak, she picked up the steel pot on the stove and went to the kitchen.

Song Zhaodi quickly followed with the stove.

Sister-in-law Duan put the pot on the stove and suddenly realized that something was wrong: "Xiao Song, your kitchen is so spacious, why do you cook chicken outside? I wanted to ask you before. When you ask me about the Shen family, I will Just forget it."

Song Zhaodi froze in her heart: "I think it's hot in the kitchen."

"You don't need to start the fire." Sister-in-law Duan blurted out, suddenly her heart moved, she raised her head suddenly, her eyes widened, "Xiao Song, did it on purpose?"

Song Zhaodi blinked her eyes and was very puzzled: "What did Auntie say?"

"You know what I'm talking about." Sister-in-law Duan stared at her intently, "Xiao Song, we have known each other for several years, you can fool others, can you fool me, the Shen family's children are crying, and Shen Xuancheng's mother can't even coax them. Well, it must be because you want to eat meat, and the Shen family doesn't have it, right?"

Song Zhaodi nodded: "Even if it's right. What does it have to do with me?"

"I want to eat this pot of chicken you've stewed, can the child not be greedy?" Sister-in-law Duan nodded at her, "Zhenxing's mother told me that if she provokes you, you will be delicious. Her greedy children are making trouble with her. Are you using this trick to deal with the Shen family today. Is Sun Wanru provoking you?"

Song Zhaodi frowned: "This Zhou Shufen, why is she telling you everything."

"She didn't tell me that on purpose, she said it casually while chatting with me." Sister Duan said, and paused suddenly, "I guessed it right?"

Song Zhaodi coughed lightly, "You're half right."

"What happened to the other half?" Sister Duan asked.

Song Zhaodi: "It's Dawa's father's fault for this."

"It has something to do with Jianguo?" Sister Duan didn't believe it. "Don't lie to me."

Song Zhaodi: "He said that Sun Wanru is a lady, and the Sun family is the 52 library. I can't help but wonder if Sun Wanru is a talented girl. If so, give the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting that she knows to the children of our family. , it also saves a few children from playing wildly. That's why I'm so curious about the Shen family. "

"Then you can go directly to Sun Wanru." Sister-in-law Duan didn't understand, "There's no need to do so many things."

Song Zhaodi: "I think so too. But what do I say? Tell Sun Wanru, hey, if you are idle at home, you are also idle, teaching our children to play chess and draw. Is this a human language?"

Sister-in-law Duan thought about it carefully: "Then you can tell Shen Xuancheng his mother."

"Do you think his wife will listen to what Shen Xuancheng's mother said?" Song Zhaodi asked rhetorically.

Sister-in-law Duan choked: "You didn't succeed in doing this."

"It was almost a success."

Sister-in-law Duan: "That still didn't work."

Song Zhaodi helped her forehead: "Auntie, it's normal to miscalculate occasionally in life."

"You're right." Sister-in-law Duan paused, "However, seeing you like this, I suddenly don't bother Sun Wanru anymore."

Song Zhaodi's eyes darkened: "Auntie, it's too much."

"I'm joking with you." Sister Duan said, "Sun Wanru doesn't accept the trick, so don't bother. Qin, painting, those things don't matter."

Song Zhaodi opened her mouth to refute, but felt that she couldn't explain it to her, so she said, "I'll think about it again, and try another move next time."

"Auntie is right, don't bother."

Song Zhaodi and Sister Duan suddenly looked out and said in unison, "When did you come back?"

"When you came into the house with the stove." Zhong Jianguo put his hands in his pockets, "Not only me, but also several children came back. I was driven upstairs to do my homework."

Song Zhao frowned: "Then why don't you say anything?"

"If I made a sound, how would I know that you didn't make a plan?" Zhong Jianguo asked rhetorically, "I reminded you before that this neighbor is different from the last one. Is it shriveled? It deserves it."

Sister-in-law Duan slapped him on the arm: "Did you say that? Jianguo, I can tell you that Xiao Song did this today for your sons."

"Auntie, look at you in a hurry, I didn't do anything to her." Zhong Jianguo said, "Besides, several children are facing her, and I don't dare to be angry with her."

Song Zhaodi nodded: "Don't worry, auntie, go home and cook."

"Then I'm leaving, you two don't quarrel." Sister-in-law Duan was worried.

Zhong Jianguo turned sideways: "Don't worry, Auntie, I can't make a noise."

Sister-in-law Duan was worried, and when she got home, she hid by the fence and listened carefully to the movement next door.

Zhong Jianguo folded his arms and looked at Song Zhaodi, gloating over the misfortune: "How does it feel to be deflated?"

"How does it feel to sleep on a bench in winter?" Song Zhaodi asked back.

Zhong Jianguo choked: "Don't be poor with me. Seriously, don't get involved in the affairs of the Shen family."

"Should Shen Xuancheng and Sun Wanru die or divorce, I'm not interested." Song Zhaodi said, "I'm just curious about the ladies."

Zhong Jianguo sighed: "Then don't be curious. Erwa is still young, and it won't be too late to help him find a teacher who can paint when the Great Revolution is over."

"That's right." Song Zhaodi slapped her forehead, "I'm stunned by the words '52 library'. Zhong Jianguo, your uncle is a university teacher, and there must be many national players he knows. Go and write to your uncle. Xin, if you can find a few teachers from the Academy of Fine Arts, who cares who her Sun Wanru is?"

Seeing Song Zhaodi's eyes glowing, Zhong Jianguo was sure of her idea of ​​hitting Sun Wanru. Satisfying her curiosity may only account for a very small part, mainly for the sake of the second child, and his heart suddenly became sour and astringent: "Zhaodi, it's getting dark soon. Yes." He couldn't help but hug him into his arms.

"I didn't say I would send it today." Song Zhao pushed him away, "Don't try to delay it with this trick. Hurry up and write the letter. The postman will just give it to him tomorrow morning when he passes by, so you don't have to go to the post office."

Zhong Jianguo staggered a bit, and stood firm against the door frame: "Write it now?"

"Come on." Song Zhaodi waved, "Write it before you eat, you are allowed to eat a chicken wing. Otherwise, you won't even be able to eat the chicken head and intestines."

Zhong Jianguo raised his hand and twisted her ass: "Really cruel!" Without waiting for Song Zhaodi to react, he ran away.

Song Zhaodi was suddenly angry, angry, and wanted to laugh. She caught Zhong Jianguo's father and scolded her before going to meet.

Separated by two walls, in the Shen family kitchen, Shen's mother was talking to Shen Xuancheng, who had just arrived home, about Song Zhaodi and Sister Duan's coming.

Shen Xuancheng didn't believe that Sun Wanru didn't know how to treat guests. When he looked at Sun Wanru, he saw Sun Wanru lowered his head, and still believed that she had her reasons for doing so: "Did Teacher Song and Sister Duan say something ugly? "

Mother Shen: "They didn't even say a single ugly word." Turning to Sun Wanru, "You are the eldest lady of the Sun family, and Teacher Song's background is not bad—"

"Aren't you from a bad background?" Sun Wanru interrupted her, "Then how could she marry Zhong Jianguo? A decent college student, or a poor peasant, what kind of partner can't you find? You are the only ones who are rushing to be stepmothers for other people's children. I think she's fine."

Shen's mother frowned: "What is this called? I have already found out clearly, the head of Zhong Jianguo is Teacher Song Zhaodi's cousin, and the two families know each other well. If you marry Head of Zhong, she will not be bullied, and they will only marry. "

"Then have you heard that when Zhong Jianguo got married, his ex-wife only died a hundred days?" Sun Wanru said, "It's not bad for someone who can't wait to marry a bride?"

Mother Shen turned to Shen Xuancheng: "What did you say?"

"It's like I want to know the situation of the neighbors around me, so I'll just say it." Shen Xuancheng said weakly.

Mother Shen smiled: "No wonder you were like that just now. When you co-authored, you didn't look down on Mr. Song and Head Zhong. Miss Sun, you don't look down on others, and they don't necessarily look down on you."

"Mother, don't say a few words." Shen Xuancheng said, "We don't know what happened between Headmaster Zhong and Teacher Song. Maybe you're right, maybe you're right. However, I don't think it's interesting for the two of you to argue about this. ."

Mother Shen sighed helplessly: "It's quite boring."

Song Zhaodi didn't know that the Shen family's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had a dispute for the first time because of her.

He opened his mouth to take a bite of the noodles, chewed and swallowed, Song Zhaodi couldn't help but sighed: "It's still the best hand-rolled noodles in chicken soup."

"It's like mother has eaten many kinds of noodles." Zhong Dawa said, and couldn't help but ask, "What kind of noodles have mother eaten?"

Song Zhaodi: "I've eaten countless noodles. However, I can tell you responsibly that hand-rolled noodles in chicken soup are the most delicious." After a pause, he took another bite, "Noodles in pork ribs soup, I can barely fight."

"Mother, do you know what Dad likes to say about you the most?" Dawa asked.

Song Zhaodi thought about it: "I think I should say I don't want to know."

"Then I have to say it too." Zhong Dawa said, "Running the train with a mouth full of people."

Zhong Jianguo gave Song Zhaodi the chicken wings in his bowl, and took the chicken head from her bowl: "Is your mood better?"

"When you are alive, you will inevitably encounter some setbacks." Song Zhaodi waved his hand, "Children, when you are unhappy in the future, you will have a big meal, and if one meal is not good, you will have two meals. Mother promises that after two or three meals, you will feel better. Cool."

Look at his mother on his own: "After two or three meals, it's time to eat and fall asleep. Once you fall asleep, all your troubles are gone. ?"

"No one bothers her, no one takes the initiative to provoke her." Zhong Jianguo said, "Eat your meal and go upstairs to prepare for your homework."

The big baby sighed: "If you don't want to say it, don't say it, who doesn't have a little secret." He coughed lightly, "You don't want to say it, we don't want to know it yet."

"Big baby, do you still eat chicken legs?" Song Zhaodi asked, "Don't eat it for Sanwa."

Sanwa was overjoyed: "Thank you mother."

"Look how beautiful you are." The eldest child passed over the second child and twisted his face, "A five-year-old child, is a chicken leg and half a bowl of noodles still not full? If you eat more, your stomach will explode. "

Sanwa rolled her eyes: "I don't believe it. Brother, give me a try."

The big girl choked.

Song Zhaodi was amused: "Daddy, give it a try to my brother."

"I didn't hear what you said." Zhong Dawa picked up the chicken thigh and took a big bite.

Song Zhaodi smiled: "Dad, when the summer vacation is over, I will send you to my grandma and grandpa's house to play for a while, okay?"

"Little Song Village?" Dawa asked.

Song Zhaodi nodded, "It's been two years since I went back, so it's time to go back and have a look."

"Okay." Dawa had no objection.

Song Zhaodi looked at the other children.

Several children also nodded.

In the evening, Song Zhaodi stared at Zhong Jianguo and finished writing the unfinished letter. The next morning, asked Dawa to wait for the postman at the door.

At the end of March in the solar calendar, Song Zhaodi received a letter from his brother-in-law. The letter wrote that there was an excellent Chinese painting artist in Xiaosong Village. Coincidentally, that person was an old friend of Deng Peilin.

Song Zhaodi had heard from Deng Peilin before that it was his friend's son who brought him and his friend to Xiao Song Village. Song Zhaodi immediately knew who Liu Yang was talking about. She had seen this person when she brought the children to visit Deng Peilin.

At the end of June, Song Zhaodi took the children back as soon as the school for the children of the army was on holiday. At Xiaosong Village, Song Zhaodi helped with housework in the morning, took the children to the beach in the afternoon, and sent several children to Deng Peilin in the evening and morning.

At the end of July, Song Zhaodi only returned with the child after receiving the second letter from Zhong Jianguo.

On the afternoon of Thursday, August 3, Zhong Jianguo took a special leave to drive to the pier to pick up his wife and children.

I haven't seen each other for a month, Song Zhaodi has gotten a little darker, and Zhong Jianguo has tanned even more.

Song Zhaodi couldn't help joking when she came to him: "Captain Zhong, I almost didn't find where you were."

"That's why you're blind." Zhong Jianguo glared at her, "You know how to come back. You sit in the front with the three babies in your arms, and ask the four of them to squeeze in behind."

Song Zhaodi shook her finger: "Either I drive, or we walk, you drive back."

"Comrade Song Zhaodi!" Zhong Jianguo lowered his face, "Can you not be mad at me as soon as you come back?!"

Gengsheng: "Dad, my mother said that my mother drives very well. My brother and I want to know if it is the same as what I said."

"It's not that I don't let her drive." Zhong Jianguo's head hurts, "I'm afraid she will fly."

Gengsheng swallowed: "Sounds amazing. Dad, let mother open once, just once. Dad—"

"Stop shouting." Zhong Jianguo frowned, "Only once."

Song Zhaodi stretched out her hand and snatched the key: "I'm your wife, don't act like a thief all day." Open the door, get in the car, and say neatly, "Son, sit tight."

"Song Zhaodi!" Zhong Jianguo changed his face, "Just take it easy for me, this is the army car."

Song Zhaodi coughed: "The driver is me now. If you don't want to overturn the car, Captain Zhong, don't yell at me, scare me, don't blame me for the car flying."

Zhong Jianguo took a breath, took a deep breath, hugged his younger son tightly, and said helplessly, "Let's go."

In the blink of an eye, when the car arrived at the door of Zhong's house, there was also a burst of smoke.

Sister-in-law Duan, who was enjoying the shade under the big tree next to her, saw this and blurted out, "It's Xiao Song's car again!"

"Mr. Song can drive?" Everyone exclaimed.

Sister-in-law Duan pointed to the car not far away: "Only she drives like a fly. If you don't believe me, watch it." When the voice fell, Song Zhaodi jumped out of the car.

Everyone's eyes widened. Mother Shen, who was also disgusted by the heat in the room and came out to enjoy the shade with a fan, couldn't help but say, "Mr. Song is really amazing, she can even drive a car."

"It wouldn't be possible without her." Sister-in-law Duan sighed, "It's just that the problem of driving is not good. Xiao Zhong didn't dare to leave the car at home, because he was afraid that he would be driven to the sky by Xiao Song if he couldn't see it at a glance."

Song Zhaodi turned around and saw Mother Shen beside Mrs. Duan and Sun Wanru behind Mrs. Shen, her brows twitched, and all the ladies couldn't stand the heat? Pretending not to see, she said to Mrs. Duan, "I will say anything my aunt said. Listen, do you want to try the feeling of flying?"