Chapter 112 Song Jinan, have you said enough?
Song Jinan returned home and did not continue packing her luggage. Instead, she sat on the sofa waiting for her mother to come home from get off work.
His father was in office in the locality and could only come home on Sundays or when he had work in Beijing. He was very busy. His mother, on the other hand, worked in Beijing and was employed by the public security agency, in charge of the missing population issue.
Song Jinan waited for more than an hour before Comrade Wang Hui, who was wearing a professional suit and carrying a black cross-body bag, came back.
"Mom, you're finally back!" Song Jinan stood up and greeted her. She took the bag from Wang Hui's shoulder attentively and hung it on the hanger at the door with a flattering smile on her face.
He is gentle and handsome, and his smile is like a spring breeze.
Wang Hui naturally understood her own son. Seeing this, she smiled at first, then thought of the recent uproar over the educated youth going to the countryside incident. She smiled slightly and asked with half-closed eyes, "What do you want to do?"
Song Jinan didn't say anything in a hurry, he just pulled Wang Hui to the sofa and sat down.
He pursed his lips, stared at Wang Hui with his light brown eyes without blinking, and asked softly, "Mom, will Uncle Yan be okay? You know he has always been conscientious and dedicated to his work. He is a good man!"
"Mom, we are old friends with the Yan family, and Shao Yu and I grew up together. Have you forgotten the origins of our names? You and Aunt Qing gave them to us to protect us. Shao Yu and Jin An are both for our own good!"
"Can you help the Yan family? Talk to dad and ask him to help?"
When Wang Hui heard the word "Uncle Yan", her face turned cold.
She leaned her back against the sofa cushion, folded her hands on her belly, and looked quietly at Song Jinan who was doing his best to speak well of the Yan family. His eyes were full of pleading, and he wanted to kneel down and kowtow to her and beg her.
Song Jinan didn't get a response, so he couldn't help but look up at Wang Hui: "Mom?"
Wang Hui slowly poured herself a glass of water and said calmly, "Song Jinan, have you said enough? I'm going to go cook. Don't say this again in the future, otherwise, it will bring disaster to our Song family."
Hearing this, Song Jinan's expression suddenly changed.
He stood up and asked in disbelief, "Mom?"
When the Yan family first got into trouble, his family had clearly visited everywhere to plead for mercy. How long had it been since then? How could their attitude change so quickly? Could this be the ruthlessness of those in power?
Wang Hui looked at the bewildered Song Jinan, and then thought about Yan Shaoyu next door who had been quite wolf-like since his youth. She felt complicated for a moment, not knowing whether she should be happy for her son's innocence or disappointed for his slowness.
She was not as decisive as Ji Qing when she was young, and she didn't expect that her only child would be the same.
Wang Hui sighed, reached out and held Song Jinan's hand, and pulled her to sit beside her.
"Jin'an, you have to understand that things in the world can't always go as planned."
"The situation in the capital is complicated now. Don't think that our Song family is still prosperous now, but if we make a mistake, we will follow the footsteps of the Yan family. If we fall into trouble, can you take up the responsibility of the family like Yan Shaoyu?"
"It's not that my parents are cruel, but the Yan family offended someone they shouldn't have offended. Yan Shouzhi is stubborn and self-righteous, and Ji Qing is quick-tempered. As the saying goes, if you cut one branch, you will lose a hundred branches. Do you know how many people the Yan family offended when it was at its peak?"
"It's not that we don't want to help the Yan family, but we are willing but unable to do so."
"The Yan family is now a hot potato. Whoever takes it will die. Originally, you were not on the list of people going to the countryside, but you insisted on making trouble, always wanting to get involved in the Yan family's mess, and even spread the news. Now it's too late to regret it."
"You decided to go to the countryside to work as a production team member without permission. Do you know how angry your father was?"
"Forget it. It's too late to say more. You have a soft personality. It's good for you to go to the production team and suffer some hardships. This is a training for you. Work hard, and when you are transferred back to the capital, you will be able to get a good job naturally."
"Mom won't advise you, but don't interfere in the Yan family's affairs anymore."
Wang Hui spoke earnestly and taught earnestly, hoping that her son, who grew up in an ivory tower, would understand that the current situation is turbulent and the Song family can hardly protect themselves, so how can they manage others?
I would rather die than have a friend die. The Yan family attracts attention because of their size, so it’s not their fault.
Song Jinan's face turned pale and he didn't know what to say.
Wang Hui shook her head and got up to cook, but suddenly she heard Song Jinan say, "Mom, I won't talk about the Yan family, but Shaotang, can you help? Shaotang is only four years old, and you watched him grow up!"
Hearing this, Wang Hui paused, lowered her eyes to look at her son's pleading expression, and finally nodded.
Song Jinan breathed a sigh of relief. Even if he couldn't help the Yan family, it would be a good thing as long as Shaotang could be found.
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Yan Shaoyu didn't know about the conversation between Song Jinan and Wang Hui. Even if he knew, he would probably just sneer at it.
In the past, he also called them Uncle Song and Aunt Hui, but after the Yan family fell into trouble, they sided with those people without hesitation just to save the Song family. He could understand it, but he felt deeply disgusted.
"Brother, brother? What are you thinking about? It's time to eat." Yan Shaoli called a few times and then waved in front of him.
Yan Shaoyu raised his eyes and glanced at her, his ebony-like pupils were so dark that they were frightening.
Yan Shaoli immediately shut his mouth and sat down obediently to get his meal. There was nothing delicious on the table, just some food without oil, some rice that was dry as rice crust, two plates of black vegetables, and not a single piece of meat.
Ever since the family fell into poverty, the job of cooking fell on Yan Shaoli. Unfortunately, the girl who had been spoiled since childhood could play the piano and violin with ease, but she was really not good at cooking.
At this time, the younger youth at the side said in a low voice: "Brother, are we really not going to look for Shaotang anymore?"
They have been searching for many days, going out early and coming back late every day, but there is no clue at all. Everyone knows that Yan Shaotang has been taken away by kidnappers and could be anywhere now, but who wants to give up?
Yan Shaoyu lowered his eyes and said calmly: "We are leaving the capital."
After saying that, he picked up the rice in the bowl without eating any vegetables and swallowed the dry rice in a few mouthfuls.
Yan Shaoli began to sob softly again. This family had been shattered.
Yan Shaoyang bit the soft flesh on the corner of his mouth, wanting to say something but not saying it. He knew that his brother had already paid a lot for this family, and he must have been heartbroken for a long time when he made this decision.
As the second oldest brother in the family, all he could do at this time was to support rather than rebel.
Thinking of this, Yan Shaoyang forced himself to cheer up and pulled the corner of his mouth, changing the subject: "I don't know what kind of place Qing'an County is. Shao Li and I have never left the capital."
When talking about going to the countryside to work in a production team, Yan Shaoli cried a little less.
She looked at Yan Shaoyu and choked up, "Brother, why do we have to go to Qing'an County? It's too far."
Yan Shaoyu raised his long eyes and chuckled. His clear and pleasant voice was intriguing: "Far?"
If it wasn't far, he wouldn't have chosen that place.
Better to be far away.
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