Zhang Chunxue sighed again: "I should have put it on like I did just now."

Song Xingzhi: “…”

"Did you just fight?"

"Don't blame me!" Zhang Chunxue looked at Song Xingzhi innocently, "It was Zhong Jingui who insisted on provoking me."

"Uh, it's her!" Song Xingzhi's expression immediately relaxed. "Well, well done."

Zhang Chunxue burst out laughing.

When Liu Cui'e saw Zhang Chunxue laughing, she screamed, "You've lost two sons, and you're still laughing!"

Zhang Chunxue not only laughed, but also laughed very brightly.

"When Zhong Guosheng died, didn't you smile brightly? You came to my house happily and asked me for Zhong Guosheng's pension!"

"Have you forgotten now?"

Liu Cui'e choked up suddenly.

She pointed at Zhang Chunxue with a trembling finger, her lips pale: "You...you are talking nonsense!"

"Am I talking nonsense?" Zhang Chunxue raised an eyebrow. "Then ask Gao Xiuli and Huang Xiaolan! Weren't they just as happy as you back then, beaming with joy, their faces practically breaking apart, all to get Zhong Guosheng's pension out of me?"

Gao Xiuli and Huang Xiaolan immediately lowered their heads and remained silent, their faces turning pale and blue.

Zhang Chunxue sneered: "Liu Cui'e, why are you pretending to be nice to me now?"

"When you were crying for your grandson beside your son's grave, didn't you ever think that your son might come to you in the middle of the night?"

Zhang Chunxue looked at Liu Cui'e, who was shaking with anger, and cursed her, "If you're so heartbroken now, why didn't you just die when your son died? And you still have the nerve to live on until now?"

"Even if you didn't die when your son died, both of your grandsons died. How could you not die?"

"You, you, you..." This time Liu Cui'e really couldn't hold it anymore. Her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

The people around her hurriedly supported her.

Zhang Chunxue rolled her eyes. "Why are you pretending?! You're pretending when I'm scolding you to the point where you can't refute me... You're really thick-skinned!"

Liu Cui'e's face turned red after she "fainted".

Zhang Chunxue waved her hand again: "Let Gao Xiuli and Huang Xiaolan take her back!"

"What a disgrace!"

Everyone else around was holding back their laughter, with only one thought in their mind.

"What a scold!"

Only after Liu Cui'e and the others left did Zhang Chunxue retract her gaze and swept her eyes over Zhong Chengfa's house.

Zhong Hongqing, who had been peeking outside, saw Zhang Chunxue looking at him and quickly retracted his head. The room was dead silent.

Zhang Chunxue couldn't help but sneer again.

This boy, in her previous life, she thought he was smart and cute, but in this life, it seems that he is smart but not necessarily cute.

Near noon, there was a sudden commotion at the entrance of the village.

The people who went to the county have returned.

Zhong Chengren was lying on a door panel, covered with a white cloth.

The ones carrying Zhong Chengren at this moment were his eldest uncle, third uncle, and his two cousins.

Several other members of the Zhong family followed behind.

An uncle of the same clan was pushing a cart, and Zhong Chengren was following behind him in a daze.

In fact, Zhong Chengren spent most of his time on the cart, which was only lifted up after he arrived at the village entrance.

This is the custom here. One has to be carried into the village by his closest relatives before he can be considered to have officially returned home.

As soon as Zhong Chengren's body was placed steadily, Zhang Chunxue walked forward and suddenly lifted a corner of the white cloth, revealing Zhong Chengren's pale face.

The timid women around immediately stepped back for a moment, not daring to look anymore.

"Oh my god! Aunt Haruyuki is so brave!"

"After all, this is her own son..."

"That's scary too! It's so scary!"

Zhang Chunxue stared at the bloodless face for a long time before speaking coldly, "Be a good person in your next life!"

Grandpa Qi walked over slowly again, glanced at Zhong Chengren, and then said, "Let's keep the body here for a day! Tomorrow is a good day."

Zhang Chunxue said softly, "Well, thank you, Grandpa Qi."

Grandpa Qi nodded, and his back looked slightly hunched as he turned and left.

"Alas! What a sin—"

Since Grandpa Qi has set the date for the burial, everyone has become busy.

Zhong Aiguo asked people to go up the mountain to dig a hole.

It's next to Zhong Guosheng's grave.

The graves of Zhong Chengren and Zhong Chengyi are on the left and right, respectively guarding their father's side.

Zhong Chengfa didn't go. His eyes were dull and he looked like he had lost his soul.

Looking at him like this, Zhang Chunxue's resentment and anger from her previous life finally slowly dissipated.

He is Zhong Guosheng's last son.

The three brothers Zhong Chengfa felt sorry for her, but Zhong Guosheng did not.

It can be said that Zhong Guosheng is not a good father, but he is definitely a good husband.

He fulfilled the promises he made when he married Zhang Chunxue after marriage.

Zhang Chunxue glanced at Zhong Hongqing who was leaning over the window to look out again.

Forget it, let’s just leave a bloodline for Zhong Guosheng at that time!

After all, without her help and support, Zhang Chunxue felt that Zhong Chengfa would never be able to live as well as he did in his previous life.

Zhong Hongqing kept looking at Zhang Chunxue.

He has been watching since Zhang Chunxue came.

She saw Zhang Chunxue happily teasing Zhong Yuanyuan, and she saw Zhang Chunxue patting Song Yanshen's head...

Zhong Hongqing was still young and didn’t know what jealousy was. He only knew that he felt very uncomfortable and painful, and couldn’t wait to replace Zhong Yuanyuan and Song Yanshen.

He clenched the corner of his clothes, his eyes were red, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

When Zhang Chunxue carried Zhong Yuanyuan across the yard, the wind blew her hair and the sun shone on her gentle face. In Zhong Hongqing's little head, he suddenly recalled that when he was only this old, he was also held in her arms like this and walked in the same place.

The wind was so gentle and the sunshine was so warm at that time.

But now, he could only hide behind the window and watch her secretly.

As if noticing his gaze, Zhang Chunxue turned her head and looked over again.

Their eyes met, and Zhong Hongqing wanted to look away again, but he held back. He stared at her blankly, with a thin layer of tears in his eyes.

Zhang Chunxue had no expression on her face.

Zhong Hongqing blinked his eyes and wanted to call grandma, but the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it out.

Zhang Chunxue just curled the corners of his mouth and turned his head back.

Zhong Hongqing looked at her back and his eyes were blurred with money.

Although he was still young, he already knew it.

His grandmother had given up on him a long time ago.

Zhong Chengren's body was kept at home for a day and was sent to the mountain early the next morning.

Just like last time, Zhang Chunxue did not shed tears. She just stood quietly in front of the grave, watching handfuls of yellow earth covering the coffin.

Zhong Chengfa stood aside, crying even more sadly than when Zhong Chengyi was buried.