Stepmother: 21. Uncle and nephew recognize each other

The anti-theft function has been turned on, the author's bacterial code is not easy, please support the genuine version! On their way back, Liu Yang and Zhong Jianguo asked Zhong Jianguo what was going on in the country. Zhong Jianguo said one thing and two things. Liu Yang was satisfied with Zhong Jianguo's attitude, and did not forget that Zhong Jianguo was married and had three children. He was afraid that the old man Zhong Jianguo would lie to their family Song Zhaodi, so he walked into the courtyard and gave his mother a wink and kept an eye on him.

Mr. Yang was worried that the two grandsons who had taken a nap suddenly woke up, and it was difficult to go to the main room, so she simply moved a stool to sit at the door of the side room, looked into the room with her eyes, and listened to the situation in the main room with her ears.

Song Zhaodi flicked her eldest brother-in-law, Liu Yang, away, sat opposite Zhong Jianguo, looked at Zhong Jianguo, was generous, and didn't twist at all.

Zhong Jianguo felt inexplicably that something was wrong. He couldn't think of anything strange for a while, so he said, "Hello, my name is Zhong Jianguo."

"My name is Song Zhaodi." Song Zhaodi said, "My brother-in-law told you just now."

Zhong Jianguo nodded: "Yes. Hello, Comrade Song."

"Hello, Comrade Zhong." Song Zhaodi said, "what else did my brother-in-law tell you?"

Zhong Jianguo thought to himself, your brother-in-law said that your father and mother went to work, and there were only you and his mother at home. He didn't say a word, but asked about my family's affairs: "The two of us will just chat casually. We talked and didn't say anything."

"Then what do you want to know?" Liu Ling has never had a blind date, and neither has the original owner, so the brand-new Song Zhaodi doesn't know what to say when people of this era have a blind date, "No matter what you ask, I'll tell you everything I know."

Mr. Yang's brows furrowed, why does Zhao Di take a bite of me? In the early days, I taught them to change "I" to "I" every day. Tell Zhong Jianguo everything? Could this girl cry stupidly again?

"Zhaodi, let's call Comrade Zhong a drink first." Mrs. Yang stood up on crutches, gave Song Zhaodi a wink, and came over to me.

Song Zhaodi pretended not to understand Yang's warning, "Auntie, I'm talking to Comrade Zhong. I'll talk about it later."

"It's okay." Zhong Jianguo turned his head and asked, "Auntie, what do you want to do, I'll help you."

Mr. Yang waved her hand: "Just sit down and don't get up. I just read Zhao Di's sentence after sentence, and I won't allow you to drink water. I want to remind her not to be ignorant."

"It's fine, I'm not thirsty." Zhong Jianguo smiled, "You don't blame me for coming here in the afternoon."

Song Zhaodi: "Why are you here so late?"

Zhong Jianguo took a breath and said embarrassedly: "There is also a Song Village in the east. I thought it was there. Only when I got there did I realize that Xiao Song Village was in the west, and it was delayed by taking the wrong road."

"So you haven't eaten yet?" Song Zhaodi asked.

Zhong Jianguo: "I usually eat late at noon and I'm not very hungry now."

"If you don't dislike the corn nest I made at noon, I'll get it for you." Song Zhaodi said.

Zhong Jianguo went to the station just after seven in the morning and took nearly three hours to get to Hongya Town. There was no car going to the countryside in Hongya Town, so Zhong Jianguo could only walk over. We took a fork in the road and arrived at Xiaosong Village soon after. Turning around in such a big circle, it is false to say that you are not hungry.

Zhong Jianguo wanted to say that he didn't dislike it. But when he came to the door for the first time, he didn't arrive until the afternoon. When he came to eat at Song's house, he didn't look good. He swallowed and said insincerely, "No, I'm really not hungry."

Song Zhaodi glanced at him and didn't move: "Then I won't go. I heard from my aunt that you are a major?"

Zhong Jianguo regretted his false courtesy when he said it, and was stunned when he heard the words: "My stepmother told you that?"

"Yes." Song Zhaodi stared at Zhong Jianguo, did not miss any expression on his face, and said nonsense, "You also said that your monthly salary is one hundred and eighteen, and you are still a college student officer, which is amazing."

Zhong Jianguo opened his mouth: "...what else did she say?"

"Could she lie to me?" Song Zhaodi's face changed suddenly, pretending to be angry.

Zhong Jianguo: "It's not a lie. I haven't been home for two years. I only sent a few letters to my eldest brother. My stepmother doesn't know my situation. The military rank system was abolished two years ago."

"Then you're not an officer?" Song Zhaodi's eyes flashed, and there was such a change in the middle.

If Song Zhaodi were to marry him, she would not be able to hide her salary. Zhong Jianguo told the truth: "I am a regiment commander, and the monthly allowance for military age is more than 130 yuan. The army also has other subsidies, such as oil and grain, and sometimes fish and cloth. None of this counts toward wages."

"So good?" Song Zhaodi was really surprised, "Cousin didn't lie to me."

Zhong Jianguo is very sure that his eldest brother will not tell his stepmother Zhao Yin about him. Zhao Yin doesn't know that he is now the head of the regiment, so talking to the Song family is obviously deliberately exaggerating to fool the Song family. But Zhong Jianguo couldn't understand why Song's mother was Zhao Yin's cousin and Song Zhaodi was her niece. Why did she lie to her relatives?

"My stepmother only told you so much?" Zhong Jianguo continued to ask.

Song Zhaodi nodded, half-truth and half-truth: "My cousin said that your conditions are very good, and I won't endure hardship when I marry you. I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it."

Zhong Jianguo breathed a sigh of relief: "So you are willing to marry me?"

"Yes." Zhong Jianguo's trip was to find a mother for his children, not his own wife. Song Zhaodi must let Zhong Jianguo put his guard down on her. Zhong Jianguo didn't show a trace of impatience for his intentional expression of rusticity, and Song Zhaodi immediately determined that this person is not bad. There is no room for unmarried people in the times, and Song Zhaodi must be willing to meet such a good-natured and promising man.

Listening to Song Zhaodi's mouthful of running the train, Mrs. Yang couldn't sit still any longer, and shouted loudly: "Zhaodi, your parents are the masters of marriage, and your parents have not agreed!"

"Auntie, my mother said, marry a man, marry a man, and dress and eat." Song Zhaodi said, "Comrade Zhong's salary is high, so I won't let me freeze and starve. My parents will not object."

Zhong Jianguo glanced at Song Zhaodi and wondered if this girl was heartless? How could she say such a big thing as getting married is as simple as going to the supply and marketing agency to buy a box of matches.

"Comrade Song, I think you and I still have to ask my uncle and aunt to come back and discuss." Zhong Jianguo said, "If you have anything else to ask, you can ask me directly."

Song Zhaodi wanted to ask many questions, such as the personalities of the three children. My wife died suddenly at a young age. For example, he has a high salary, good treatment and good looks. He is also a team leader. Such conditions are very good for his wife. Why should he go home and look for his stepmother's niece and so on.

"Are you hitting your daughter-in-law?" Song Zhaodi asked after thinking for a moment.

Young's conditioned reflex against the wall.

Zhong Jianguo's hand trembled, and he almost threw the brand new porcelain jar on the ground, asking in disbelief, "beating his wife?"

"Yes." Song Zhaodi could confirm that Zhong Jianguo had never done anything with his dead wife just by looking at Zhong Jianguo's shocked expression, "I heard that the military lord had a great temper, so he would take his wife out whenever he could. Comrade, that daughter-in-law in front of you—"

Zhong Jianguo hurriedly said, "Nothing. I never hit a woman, so don't worry about that."

Song Zhaodi's shoulders collapsed and she looked really relaxed. Zhong Jianguo's dangling heart was put into practice, and he heard, "Then do you hand in your salary?"

"What?" Zhong Jianguo didn't understand.

Song Zhaodi: "I will marry you in the future. If you don't give me my salary, what will I eat? There is no land for me, and I can't grow rice."

Seeing this, Mrs. Yang walked quickly to the main room on crutches and explained, "Comrade Zhong, Zhao Di is not greedy for your salary. But you have to make it clear to us about the salary. To be clear, I do not allow Zhao Di to go to Shencheng with you."

"Wait, Shencheng?" Zhong Jianguo frowned, "Go to Shencheng?" Asked Exit suddenly thought, "My stepmother told you that I am in Shencheng?"

Song Zhaodi wondered: "Isn't it?" This Zhao Yin still has a word of truth.

"I was transferred to Wengzhou Island two years ago." Zhong Jianguo said, "The main force of the East China Sea Fleet has moved to Wengzhou Island. After listening to the above, they will all be on Wengzhou Island and will not return to Shencheng. ."

The Yang family had never heard of Wengzhou Island and turned to Song Zhaodi: "Where is that?"

Song Zhaodi really wanted to pretend she didn't know: "I heard from the college students from the village that it was in Yongcheng in the south of the Yangtze River?"

"Yes. Wengzhou Island is under the jurisdiction of Yongcheng City." Zhong Jianguo saw that Yang's face changed, and he began to beat a drum in his heart, turning to Song Zhaodi, "Do you agree to my stepmother because I was a soldier in Shencheng?"

Song Zhaodi: "Of course not. I just said that my mother wanted to marry a man to marry a man, to get dressed and eat. I agreed to meet you only because I saw that you were from the city and the conditions were good."

When the three children were not taken care of, Zhong Jianguo thought clearly that even if his future daughter-in-law was illiterate, as long as she could cook, work hard, and take care of the three children, with average appearance and average size, he would also admit.

Meeting Song Zhaodi herself today, Zhong Jianguo noticed that she was tall and thin, and she was quite good looking, which was a surprise. Song Zhaodi opened her mouth and closed her mouth and said "I" endlessly, and Zhong Jianguo didn't dislike it either.

After chatting with Song Zhaodi, seeing that she was neither stupid nor stupid, knew to pour water for him, and asked him if he had eaten, Zhong Jianguo began to think about how to discuss with her parents to get evidence earlier. After all, he only has one week off.

Unexpectedly, Song Zhaodi was more straightforward than him. I'm afraid he didn't know what she wanted him to explain clearly. Rao is Zhong Jianguo who knows astronomy and geography, but he doesn't know how to deal with Song Zhaodi. "Auntie, according to me and Comrade Song, I still have to ask my aunt and uncle to come back." In fact, Zhong Jianguo wanted to ask, this Is the girl lacking in heart and lungs?

"It is necessary." Song Zhaodi saved Yang's mother and son. Before the eldest sister of the Song family married Liu Yang, the Yang family loved Song Zhaodi the most. Mom and Dad."

Song Zhaodi stood up and saw the eldest brother-in-law who went to help her ask for leave came in, with a happy look in her eyes: "eldest brother-in-law, go and call your parents and tell them to come back quickly."

"What's wrong?" Liu Yang asked.

Mr. Yang turned back and said, "If you are told to go, hurry up, there is so much nonsense, hurry up."

Seeing that his mother's face was wrong, Liu Yang ran away.

Song's mother and Song's father were weeding in the paddy field when they saw their son-in-law panting and asked, "What happened?"

"Aunt Biao's family has come." There were many people in the field. Liu Yang didn't want to make a big splash when he said that Zhong Jianguo was coming, so he gave his mother-in-law and father-in-law a wink.

The two went home after speaking to the squad leader.

Mother Song asked as she walked, "How about Zhong Jianguo?"

"On the basis of his looks and height, he is stronger than Wang Degui, let alone a college student." Liu Yang said with a pity, "I was married and had three children."

Father Song: "Zhong Jianguo's good conditions are rare in a big city like Shencheng, which is similar to the imperial capital. If he doesn't have children, we will recruit Di to graduate from the imperial capital university, and it may not be his turn. Our family recruits Di.”

"Are you the one who eliminated your own daughter like this?" Mother Song was unhappy.

Father Song: "I told the truth."

"You still said it?" Mother Song stared.

Liu Yang quickly smoothed things out: "Father, mother, I'm very satisfied with Zhong Jianguo when I look at Zhao Di. I told her just now that I wouldn't go to class, and I had a good chat with him. I think it can be done."

"Listen to what you mean, Zhong Jianguo, with three children, can also be worthy of our family's Zhao Di?" Song mother asked.

Liu Yang wanted to nod his head, but when he thought of how his mother-in-law was protecting his wife and sister just now, he swallowed his words: "It's barely worthy of our family's Zhao Di."

Father Song glanced at him, cowardly!

Liu Yang pretended not to see it, passed the old husband and walked to the mother-in-law's side, "Mother, I asked Zhong Jianguo how long he could stay at home, and he said that he would go back in a few days. What should I do about Zhao Di?"

"Leaving in a few days, what do you mean?" Mother Song asked hurriedly.

Liu Yang: "Zhong Jianguo is a soldier and has not been discharged from the army. Although he didn't say how many days, I know it will not exceed ten days. If there is another war, he may have to go back tomorrow."

"You still want to fight?" Song mother said, trembling in her heart, "No, I don't agree with Zhao Di to marry Zhong Jianguo."

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 before Song Zhaodi could speak, he said, "This basket is for you. You carry the third baby and the older baby. I carry the second baby and these few. package."

Song Zhaodi looked down and saw that in addition to the big cloth bag she brought, Zhong Jianguo also had a big bag and two children at her 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. Sister, the bag you are carrying contains the food I bought for you. There is nothing to eat on the train. Keep these for you on the road."

"Thank you, sister-in-law." Song Zhaodi twitched the corners of her mouth and couldn't help thinking 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, Mrs. 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."

As if the child didn't hear it, he turned around and gave 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 disobedient, and the uncle will not hurt you anymore."

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

Sister-in-law Zhong was very satisfied with Song Zhaodi's attitude and gave Zhong Jianguo a wink. This 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 didn't show courtesy to his brother.

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, it was cold in winter and hot in summer and she was sitting on an old train, 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."

With a heavy heart, Song Zhaodi set foot on the southward train with her youngest on her back and her second child in her arms. 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 are not many people, and the seats are not full. If it is too much, ask Jianguo to open the window." I thought Song Zhaodi was tired from holding the child, but after hearing her say this, I couldn't help but feel Strangely, the smell of the car is not as strong as that of the countryside. There are thatched huts, pigsties, and manure pits everywhere.

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

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

Zhong Jianguo didn't even bother to say goodbye to his brother and sister-in-law, so he put his eldest son on 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?"

"Dawn will come." 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 direct boat from Binhai to Shencheng every two days. The boat has already been dispatched this morning." His face was even more ugly, and after realizing it, "Are you motion sickness?"

Song Zhaodi said weakly: "My waist is not good. I'm afraid my waist will break after sitting for 30 hours."

"If you are tired from sitting, I will stand up and walk around. You lie down on the chair and rest." Zhong Jianguo holds the younger son in his left hand and the second son in his right hand, and turns to his eldest son, "Have you eaten dinner?" /

The child subconsciously glanced at Song Zhaodi.

Song Zhaodi has never been 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 turns to Zhong Jianguo.

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

"Thank you." The child stretched out his hand and took it away, quickly spitting out two words.

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

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

"Your voice is too low, I didn't hear it." Zhong Jianguo reminded, "Thank you sincerely and loudly."

The child bowed his head and broke the egg in half, stuffed the white into his mouth, and put the yolk in Zhong Jianguo, swallowed 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 out of the corner of his eye and quickly grabbed Zhong Jianguo's arm.

Zhong Jianguo's hand trembled, almost throwing his younger son out.

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

Zhong Jianguo, who freed his hand, 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 stepbrother?"

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 did not directly persuade him, 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 stayed awake for two days and two nights and was highly concentrated.

Song Zhaodi was so considerate of him, Zhong Jianguo didn't say 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. He 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 her eyes again.

Song Zhaodi has only ridden the subway and the school bus in her previous life, both of which are smooth and stable, with little noise and no heavy odor in the car.

In today's old trains, there is a lot of banging and banging. There is no smell in the car, and the backs of the seats are straight without any curvature. Song Zhaodi glanced at the seat, and would rather stand than sit down.

Zhong Jianguo bought three tickets, and the entire bench was theirs. 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 are empty, and he can't hold it any more: "What are you doing?"

"Awake?" Song Zhaodi asked in surprise.

Zhong Jianguo thought to himself, you have tossed around and didn't play, and the dead were woken up by you. Knowingly asked: "Where are the eldest baby and the second baby?"

"Here." Point to Zhong Jianguo, "I was afraid that they would fall off, so I took out the cotton-padded coat and put it between the two pairs of pants. No matter how they rolled, they wouldn't fall off." Song Zhaodi said to her The work is quite proud, "You go to sleep."

The whole bench, Zhong Jianguo sits on the innermost side, and the two sons sleep side by side outside, with trousers and cotton coats blocking them, the two sons will not fall off, "Where do you sit?"

"There are a lot of vacancies in the car." Song Zhaodi is 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, when there was a famine in the whole country. My former mother-in-law said that a cheap name would make a living, so she named the eldest Jian Jian. To the south. The second and third sons got their **** 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 you're in such good spirits, 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 wouldn't 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 is not afraid that others will know, "Xi is the mother of three children. I 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, and made sure that he had fallen 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 say, "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 is curious: "Why don'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." Not really. Song Zhaodi did not 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 family 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 there. Ocean."

"Have you stayed abroad? Then you bring people into the factory, and if you can't protect them, you will be implicated." Song Zhaodi pointedly 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, Hongya Town, not Dasong Village. It's Xiaosong Village."

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

"The hand that gives roses to others will have a fragrance that lasts for 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. Later, she 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 stayed abroad, and our village's primary school lacks a foreign language teacher. I, a university graduate, know very well. Knowledge is the only way for rural people to change their destiny. I am changing their destiny through knowledge. People in our village respect the 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, "don't believe me."

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

Bang!

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

"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 to sleep, the pig wakes me to sleep. Hey, your son wakes up."

Zhong Jianguo wants to say, how do you curse? When the words came to her mouth, she saw the child in her arms move: "Maybe I'm hungry."

"I have no milk." Song Zhaodi took out the child and handed it to Zhong Jianguo, "You feed."

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

"What should I do then?" Song Zhaodi blurted out.

The man opposite can't stand it anymore: "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, it's all melted? "

"These biscuits melt in water," the man said. "Don't you have a spoon? Take a spoonful of water, break some biscuits and put them in the spoon, and then give them to the child."

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

"Dad, are you here yet?"

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

"If you don't call your mother or your mother, then you should call your stepmother." Song Zhaodi said with a smile, "I don't care, as long as your dad doesn't mind."

Stepmother? Song Zhaodi is not too embarrassed, but Zhong Jianguo, the head of Zhong Zhong, is also embarrassed: "Dad, how did I tell you before? If you are not obedient, I will send you to my grandma's house."

The child looked back and glared at Song Zhaodi: "Bad woman." Turning to Zhong Jianguo, "You take me to my grandma's house, I will, I will run away."

"Look at what you can do." Zhong Jianguo is still feeding his younger son biscuits, "Is it taught by your cousin again? If you don't study well, follow her to learn some crooked ways all day long. Zhao Di, don't be angry, I Talk back to him."

Song Zhaodi waved her hand, looking like an adult with a lot of looks: "He's still young, and he just lost his mother, I understand, I don't care about him."

The child felt uncomfortable listening to Song Zhaodi not forcing him, and looked back at Song Zhaodi: "Bad woman."

"Pfft!" Song Zhaodi is happy, this child will be a curse word?

Zhong Dawa suddenly turned her head: "What are you laughing at?"

"She thought of something happy." Zhong Jianguo saw that Song Zhaodi was really not angry, and had some good feelings for Song Zhaodi, but he was afraid that the sensible eldest son would really make Song Zhaodi angry, so he asked, "Dad, are you hungry? ?"

Sister-in-law Zhong's family had dinner after six o'clock. It was almost twelve o'clock now, and Dawa Zhong touched her belly: "Hungry, Dad."

"Wait a minute." Zhong Jianguo fed his younger son, changed his diaper, and handed it to Song Zhaodi before feeding his eldest and second sons something to eat.

Song Zhaodi was surprised to find that Zhong Jianguo was skilled in feeding the eldest and second children. She always thought that Zhong Jianguo could not do housework or take care of children. Later, seeing Zhong Jianguo wiping his two sons' mouths with his hands naturally, he couldn't help but slandered that Zhong Jianguo's former wife was an unlucky woman.

The man who chatted with Song Zhaodi before watched Zhong Jianguo holding his second baby to pee, and couldn't help but say, "Your husband is good."

"I found it too." Song Zhaodi glanced at the child beside her, "Are you still sleeping? I'll carry you up."

Zhong Dawa snorted, turned to face the seat, and gave her the back of her head.

Song Zhaodi couldn't help teasing him when she saw him like this: "Dad, I hate me so much, I will cook in the future, will you eat it?"

"I, I don't talk to bad women." Zhong Dawa was very strong and continued to lie on the chair, not giving Song Zhaodi a face.

Song Zhaodi: "Who don't you talk to?"

"Bad woman," the child blurted out.

Song Zhaodi asked again: "Who is the bad woman?"

"It's you."

Song Zhaodi: "Who are you talking to now?"

"You—" Zhong Dawa turned around, "You, you bad woman, don't talk anymore."

Song Zhaodi nodded again and again: "Okay, okay, I will listen to Dawa's words and will not speak from now on."

"Humph!" The child seemed to have won the battle, "You listen to me, and I won't call your mother."

Song Zhaodi thought, I'm not in a hurry at all, one day you will cry and call my mother: "I didn't tell you to call my mother. Does the big baby want to call my mother, but I'm afraid I forgot. Your mother, that's why you keep reminding yourself not to call my mother?"

A bunch of Zhong Dawa was fascinated by what her mother said, and she simply said, "Don't talk about it, I'm sleepy." Climb onto the chair and get into the cotton-padded jacket.

The man opposite looked at Song Zhaodi's smiling face and asked in a low voice, "Your husband doesn't know your true face, right?"

"I didn't hear what you said." Song Zhaodi said.