Chapter 210 Cutting Pigweed
"I believe you! Our family's life will definitely be a hundred times better than Shen Cuifen's from now on!"
But as soon as he said it, he was stunned.
Home?
Which family?
It's long gone.
The old house collapsed, and the family scattered.
But it's okay.
He guessed correctly.
He knew that the "home" Lu Zhongping was referring to wasn't that dilapidated house.
Instead, it's that these few people can still get together.
As long as people's hearts remain united, home will always exist.
He already knew who his biological father was.
He kept recalling things from his childhood.
The clues made him almost certain that the person was his long-lost biological father.
Once you recognize them, you're back home, right?
Blood is thicker than water!
Even if they haven't seen each other for many years, even if the other person has already started a new family.
But if he is willing to acknowledge her, that door will eventually open for him.
No longer do I have to live at Lu Qiming's beck and call, no longer do I have to take care of an old man who is paralyzed in bed every day, and no longer do I have to change his diapers or wipe his body.
Thinking of this, Lu Jianguo's lips curled up slightly.
Even the worst biological father is better than that bedridden old man, Lu Qiming, right?
Besides holding the title of "adoptive father," what else about Lu Qiming is worthy of respect?
He complains all day long and curses at the drop of a hat.
When they are sick, they need to be taken care of around the clock, living like parasites.
And what about the biological father?
Even if they are poor or rough, at least they can walk, jump, work, and support their families.
The only thing that worries him is whether Yang Juanhua can keep his wife in check.
His wife is no pushover.
He's used to being domineering at home, speaks loudly, and acts bossily.
If her biological father had married someone with a gentle nature like Yang Juanhua, things would have been better.
If he's a formidable opponent, a clash between the two sides would be inevitable.
Lu Jianguo frowned, feeling somewhat uneasy.
Don't let a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law war break out before they've even officially become family.
Then, his mind raced, and he frowned again.
This is indeed a difficult matter.
When women bicker and argue, men can't get involved; they can't advise or stop them.
But he was unwilling to give up on recognizing her just because he was afraid of the trouble.
Decades of grievances, frustrations, and the pain of an unclear identity.
Are we really going to swallow everything just to avoid a verbal argument?
But then I thought about it again.
Regardless of whether she wins or loses, the blood flowing in her veins is her own father's.
There's no way to deny it.
You can't escape the bonds of blood that you have.
After resting for a while, the three of them set off again.
Sunlight streamed through the car window, illuminating Shen Zhongshun's gray hair.
If the father is already living a peaceful life, surrounded by his children and grandchildren.
They avoided him like the plague, especially since he had suddenly appeared as their son...
Just thinking about that scene sends chills down my spine.
Song Wenhua gripped the steering wheel, looking somewhat embarrassed.
That silence just now lasted too long.
He wanted to ask Lu Jianguo about his next plans, but he was afraid of touching a sore spot, so he swallowed his words.
As an elder, he felt he should say something.
But I just can't seem to get the hang of it.
He wanted to ask about what had just happened, but felt it wasn't appropriate to ask a junior, so he opened his mouth but didn't say anything.
He coughed lightly twice, trying to break the silence.
“I divorced Zhongshun’s father a long time ago.”
Shen Cuifen suddenly spoke.
She didn't turn around to look at anyone, but just stared indifferently at the passing fields and trees outside the window.
She didn't mention anything else.
The reason for the divorce was not mentioned, nor was the hardship of those years brought up.
She buried all those tears she secretly wiped away at night deep in her memories.
Song Wenhua was startled.
He suddenly turned his head to look at Shen Cuifen's profile, and for a moment he was speechless.
When his wife divorced him, the neighbors were practically gossiping about him behind his back.
Unexpectedly, Shen Cuifen, in her early forties and with a child in tow, was able to walk with her back straight.
Her situation is far more difficult than Xiaomei's.
Xiaomei at least has her family's support, a decent job, and a relatively comfortable life.
And what about Shen Cuifen?
He has been tending to his few acres of meager land alone in the village for so many years.
Forget about dignity, just surviving is difficult enough.
I'm afraid gossip could drown a person.
A few words or two don't matter, but being discussed and ridiculed day after day is something no one can withstand.
Song Wenhua sighed inwardly.
This woman is so stubborn it's heartbreaking.
The truck was fast; in half an hour, Daqiao Village was right in front of us.
The distant mountain silhouettes gradually became clearer, and the old, crooked locust tree at the village entrance also came into view.
The wind blows by, carrying the familiar scent of earth and the aroma of firewood smoke.
Shen Cuifen took a deep breath, and her chest immediately felt warm.
Shen Cuifen turned her head and completely forgot about Lu Jianguo and the others.
At this moment, she was no longer the mother who was busy working outside, nor the widow who had suffered cold looks.
It was her daughter who was about to return home.
She's back!
She returned to a place where her family was waiting for her.
She pointed to the village entrance, her voice booming.
"We're here! Almost home!"
The sound was crisp and clear, filled with irrepressible joy, echoing across the open fields.
It's been almost a week since I've been back.
She worries every day about whether the chickens and ducks at home have been fed on time.
Does the pigsty need cleaning? Has the leaky roof been repaired?
More importantly, she missed Xiuwei.
That little girl with two braids is the most affectionate and clingies to her mother.
She missed Xiuwei, and those hopping chickens and ducks.
Every time I come home, the chickens and ducks gather around and cluck.
Those two pigs, so fat they could barely walk, were even more gluttonous.
As soon as she heard footsteps, she would whine and nudge against the railing, only quieting down when she threw a handful of feed to her.
And those two pigs are so fat they can barely walk!
They are the family's hope for the year-end holidays; the fatter they are, the more money they can be sold.
Shen Cuifen had already made plans: slaughter a pig in the twelfth lunar month and invite relatives over for a lively pig-slaughtering feast.
Just imagining Shen Guizhi rushing over and throwing herself into her arms, calling out "Mom" in a coquettish tone, makes her think of her.
She then pulled Shen Zhongshun over and teased him, and her heart warmed.
An older sister will always be an older sister. Even at fifty years old, she still feels the joy of a child when she sees her younger sister.
She'll definitely nag.
Why are you so late coming back?
"Are you tired from the journey?"
Then he turned around and ran to the kitchen, saying he wanted to cook her a bowl of hot noodle soup.
Before the car had even come to a complete stop, Shen Cuifen suddenly pushed open the door and jumped out.
Even Shen Zhongshun didn't bother to help him up; he just shouted at the top of his lungs.
She had only one thought in her mind: to let the whole village know that she was back!
"Xiuwei! Xiuwei! Mom's back!"
No one responded.
Inside, it was quiet, without a single echo.
Her heart was pounding, and she couldn't help but mutter to herself.
"Where did Xiuwei go instead of doing her homework at home?"
She should have been home long after school, and her mother always supervised her homework.
Did you go to your neighbor's house to play?
Did you go to the fields with your classmates to pick wild fruit?
As she spoke, Shen Cuifen helped Shen Zhongshun out of the car.
She bent down and carefully supported her son's arm.
Behind the car, Zheng Mingyue, Shen Xiuye, and the others also got off one after another.
"Could it be that they went to cut pig feed?"
Shen Cuifen frowned and asked Shen Xiuye.
The sun was already setting in the west, and the shadow cast by the courtyard wall stretched very long.
The courtyard was unusually quiet; not even a rooster crowed.
Her heart skipped a beat as she suddenly remembered that Shen Xiuwei had been sitting on the doorstep sewing shoe soles when she left home that morning.
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