Chapter 196 Seeking a Request

A sign that read "For Sale" hung in front of the door, rustling loudly in the wind.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she held her breath for a moment.

In their past life, that family wanted to immigrate and was in a hurry to sell their house, but no one took it after they posted notices for half a year.

The houses are ridiculously cheap and in a great location, but because they are too old and have an outdated structure, no one dares to buy them.

She was secretly wondering about it at that time.

If I had the money, I'd buy this house!

It faces the street and can be used to open a shop.

The back two floors are habitable.

The location is excellent, right at the street corner, with lots of people coming and going, making it perfect for doing business.

She was thinking that if she took over the business, she could become a small business owner herself, selling some groceries or snacks, which would also help out Lu Zhonghe.

But at that time, the family was struggling financially, barely able to afford medical treatment, let alone have spare money to buy a house.

They could only watch helplessly as the opportunity slipped away.

Now, she finds herself standing here again, looking at that familiar old house, as if fate has played a cruel joke on her.

Zou Qiuyue noticed that she was not moving, so she reached out and shook her hand, her voice filled with laughter.

"Cuifen? What are you staring at? Your eyes are practically popping out of your head? Has your soul flown away?"

Zou Qiuyue followed her gaze and saw the old house, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, that's Wu Kai's family. I heard his older brother made a lot of money abroad, and he's been saying he wants to take the whole family abroad. So, they're trying to sell their house right now."

Shen Cuifen's lips curled up slightly, a smile slowly spreading across her face.

She could hardly contain her little bit of pride and anticipation.

"Go abroad? What about the old house then?"

She deliberately dragged out her words and tilted her head slightly as she asked.

In fact, she knew it perfectly well, as clearly as could be.

I remember every single thing from my past life so clearly.

In her past life, all she remembered was selling that old house.

Without even asking about the price, they were too busy rushing to complete the formalities and plunged headlong into the chaos of going abroad.

As for how much money she actually received, she never even thought about it again.

Zheng Mingyue sighed, her voice low and tinged with regret.

"What else can we do? We can't just leave it to those jealous and heartless relatives to ruin. They'd be happy if our family suffered misfortune and the house just collapsed. Since that's the case, we might as well sell it. At least we can get some cash."

She shook her head, her tone suddenly becoming more serious.

"Honestly, what's so great about outside? The air isn't as fresh as here, and the food isn't as comfortably good as at home. Why do we have to go out?"

"Our country is so wonderful! The mountains are beautiful, the water is beautiful, and the people are even better!"

She patted her chest, looking very proud.

"The moon here is the roundest and brightest! The moon over foreigners' houses feels cool and distant, nothing like the warm glow we feel when we look up in our own yard."

Shen Cuifen wholeheartedly agreed, nodding repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice.

"Yes, it's so much more comfortable at home. You know all the neighbors, and you can chat with them just a few steps away. Where else can you find that warm, friendly atmosphere?"

She paused, then added.

"Besides, those blond-haired, blue-eyed foreigners, they all look like they jumped out of a magazine, and they speak in a rapid-fire, machine-gun-like language that is impossible to understand. What could they possibly mean?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Mingyue's eyes widened instantly, and her eyebrows rose high.

"Oh? You even know what foreigners look like? Blonde hair and blue eyes? Wow, Cuifen, you've learned so much! You weren't like this before, you'd barely even left the county town a few times, how come you suddenly know so much about foreign things?"

Shen Cuifen's heart tightened, and she quickly gave a dry laugh and waved her hand to cover up her embarrassment.

"Oh, I just overheard people talking about it recently, just casual conversations, whatever, so I only remembered the gist of it."

She has never actually met him in person.

But in my past life, I saw it quite often on the old-fashioned color TV at my neighbor Aunt Li's house.

The black and white image is blurry.

But she was already very familiar with the foreigners in the news and movie clips on TV.

Zheng Mingyue stared at her for two seconds.

Seeing her calm expression, he didn't think much of it and gave a soft "humph".

"Alright, I guess you're a good listener. But try to avoid mentioning these things in the future, lest you arouse suspicion."

"Alright, alright, stop standing at the door, come inside! Come inside!"

As she spoke, she took the hands of the three of them.

She pushed the door open, and it creaked open.

The old wooden door swayed, and several people filed in.

In the courtyard.

Song Wenhua was squatting on a small stone stool in the corner, plucking chicken feathers, holding a chicken leg in one hand and a knife in the other.

Beside him, Song Lei was bent over, holding a freshly slaughtered chicken in his hand.

Song Xiaomei squatted by the basin, her hands soaking in the icy water, washing the vegetables with great effort.

She looked up and her eyes lit up instantly.

"Aunt Cuifen! I knew it was you as soon as I heard your voice! My dad insisted that I must have misheard, that his ears are very sharp!"

She has lost some weight, and her face is not as round and full as before.

But his eyes were exceptionally bright, and they curved at the corners when he smiled.

He looked much more refined and full of energy.

Shen Cuifen smiled and waved to her, her voice gentle.

"Xiaomei, you've grown taller again! You're half a head taller than me now."

She took a few steps closer and looked carefully at the little girl's face.

"Aren't you tired? Your hands are all white from soaking in the water."

Song Xiaomei grinned, revealing her neat white teeth.

"Not tired at all! I still need to chop and cook vegetables later, so I need to hurry."

After saying that, he turned around and hurriedly ran into the main room to make tea.

Over there, Song Lei quickly threw the chicken that had just died into the basin of hot water and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He was wearing a faded old vest, and after catching his breath, he asked, "Cuifen, Zhongshun, and who are these people?"

His gaze swept over Shen Xiuye, sizing her up and down.

"Could it be... your eldest daughter?"

As soon as he said that, he laughed and scratched the back of his head.

“I’m pretty sure it’s true. Zheng Mingyue kept talking about it to me the other day, saying that your daughter was coming back to recognize her family. I even memorized her name.”

Shen Cuifen nodded, a relieved smile appearing on her face, and turned to look at the two children.

"Xiuye, Zhongshun, call out to him quickly. This is your Uncle Song. He used to hold you when you were little."

"Uncle Song!"

Shen Zhongshun had a loud voice.

He took a step forward, his hands still covered in dirt, but he didn't bother to wipe them off; he simply waved his hand casually.

Shen Xiuye ​​blushed, her ears turning pink, and she lowered her head to gently pinch the hem of her clothes.

"Uncle Song."

She avoided direct eye contact while speaking, but her tone was respectful.

"Aunt Cuifen."

A calm greeting suddenly came from the side.

Everyone was taken aback, and they all turned their heads, their eyes falling on the newcomer.

Song Wenhua was walking this way.

His skin wasn't fair; it was a healthy tan from years of outdoor activities.

He is 1.8 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a straight back.

Standing there, he exudes an air of uprightness and strength.

You don't need to speak or do anything.

His very posture exuded a reassuring sense of stability.

Looking closer at his eyebrows and eyes, his nose is high and straight, just like Song Lei's appearance when he was young.