“You’re awake,” Song Hengjue stood up. “Are you hungry? What would you like to eat? I’ll buy you…”

Yang Qingheng nodded: "I want fish porridge, and I want you to make it yourself."

Song Hengjue: ...

Watching his dejected figure, Yang Qingheng burst out laughing.

"What's making you so happy?" Sister-in-law Sun came in carrying a beautiful fruit platter, with Liu Qing following behind her.

“The doctor said that laughing more is good for recovery,” Yang Qingheng said seriously, patting the chair next to her to gesture for the two to sit down. “Sister Liu, what brings you here?”

"My child is sick, and I didn't expect to run into Sun Qin downstairs. I just happened to come and see you," Liu Qing said in a friendly tone. "How are you? Are you feeling better?"

Yang Qingheng waved her hand: "It's just a minor injury. He might be discharged tomorrow. Is your child alright?"

"It's an old problem," Liu Qing said, clearly not wanting to talk about it, and quickly changed the subject. "I've heard about your heroic deeds, you're a true heroine."

She wondered if she herself had encountered such a situation, she might have chosen to let it go and let the perpetrators go unpunished. Yang Qingheng not only sent the perpetrator to the police station, but also slashed him half to death. She admired her immensely.

She looks delicate, but she's incredibly fierce in her actions.

"Oh, let's not talk about that," Yang Qingheng chuckled, turning to Sister-in-law Sun, "What's going on with Song Jianguo?"

When it came to gossip, Sister-in-law Sun's eyes lit up, and she talked non-stop: "What can you say? It's just that you told Li Dahong that he was having an affair with someone else in the cornfield. And Li Dahong is quite something. He didn't say a word, but secretly went to investigate. And wow! Song Jianguo really did have a problem with a sent-down youth. When Li Dahong found out, the sent-down youth had been vomiting for days. I guess she was pregnant."

He sighed a little after saying that.

"Sister Li is quite remarkable," Yang Qingheng exclaimed, taking a sip of hot water.

Sister-in-law Sun gave a thumbs up: "That's right. I heard that when Li Dahong found out about this, she packed her things and ran back to her parents' home. Her whole family was making a scene, demanding an explanation from Song Jianguo and even wanting a divorce."

Liu Qing scoffed: "Divorce? There aren't many divorced people around here. Where would she go if she got divorced? Her brothers are all married. Do you think she'd be allowed to come home?"

“Wouldn’t it be even better if they couldn’t leave? Song Jianguo is going to jail for attempted murder, and he doesn’t have any parents-in-law to take care of. In that case, Sun Dahong can use Song Jianguo’s money to keep young men on the side…” Yang Qingheng said.

Sister-in-law Sun slapped her thigh: "That makes me so envious!"

Liu Qing stared blankly at the two of them excitedly discussing how Sun Dahong could spend his money and live a comfortable life, feeling as if her world had been hit by a thousand-point shock.

These two women seem to live in a completely different world from her.

Song Xingnong, who was working in Songjia Village, suddenly sneezed.

He scratched the back of his head and grinned sheepishly. It must be his wife missing him.

…………

The door suddenly opened from the outside, and Song Hengjue came in carrying a thermos. He paused for a second when he saw the people inside, and his gaze lingered on Liu Qing for an extra second.

This woman looks so familiar; I feel like I've seen her somewhere before.

He frowned, but ultimately didn't ask.

Yang Qingheng, on the contrary, became interested and pulled Liu Qing aside to introduce her to him: "This sister-in-law is called Liu Qing, she is my friend."

Song Hengjue nodded slightly to her: "Sister Liu."

Sister-in-law Sun still remembered the quarrel between the young couple. Seeing that the two finally had time to be alone, she immediately stood up and pulled Liu Qing outside.

"Qingheng, I'll go with Sister Liu to see her child. I'll come see you again tomorrow after you go home."

Yang Qingheng nodded to her.

She turned to Song Hengjue and asked, "Where's my fish porridge?"

"Here it is." Song Hengjue sat down with the thermos in hand and carefully poured the contents out for her to cool.

Yang Qingheng couldn't wait to take a sip. The fish was tender and the porridge was thick and flavorful, which was quite good.

They even picked out all the bones from the fish meat.

She couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile.

"Did you have meal?"

Song Hengjue nodded: "I ate." He was sparing with words, and picked up a book to read on the empty bed next to him.

His cold attitude made Yang Qingheng uncomfortable, so she deliberately teased him, gently hooking his arm with her fingertips: "Song Hengjue, I want to go for a walk."

The smell of disinfectant in the hospital was too strong, making her nose itchy and very uncomfortable.

"Can't you just shut up for once?" Song Hengjue's back stiffened, somewhat displeased.

“I’m wounded, can’t you even grant me this small wish?” Yang Qingheng pouted and forcefully pulled him outside. “Besides, who did I offend Song Jianguo for?”

Song Hengjue's expression softened, and he reluctantly followed behind her.

The hospital environment in the 1970s was far inferior to that of later generations. The courtyard was very small, and there were not many plants growing inside, just grass a few centimeters long. There was nothing to see.

Patients probably like to come out and breathe fresh air, and there are quite a few people taking walks in the courtyard.

"Huh? Girl!" came a surprised exclamation from behind.

Yang Qingheng turned around and found that it was the same woman she had met at the entrance of the black market last time.

"Hello, Auntie." She smiled slightly and nodded politely.

"Good, good!" Zhou Shuwen laughed heartily, clearly fond of her. She strode over, took her hand, and asked with concern, "What are you doing here?"

I've wanted to visit her for a long time, but I never had the chance. Now I finally met her at the hospital.

Yang Qingheng scratched her head, without making a point of explaining, "I just fell by accident, it's nothing serious."

“You’re already in the hospital, so it must be a serious problem. You need to take good care of yourself,” Zhou Shuwen said with concern in her eyes. “A few days ago, my relatives in Beijing sent me some supplements, but I don’t eat them much. I’ll have someone send them to you later.”

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