Song Jialin stumbled back home. She had walked on the mountain road for a long time, and her feet were so numb that they seemed not her own.
When Zhang Yuhua saw her come back, she immediately greeted her warmly.
"Jia Lin, where did you go last night? Mom was so worried about you!"
"Go away! Don't mind my business!"
Song Jialin pushed her away with a cold face. She was feeling annoyed and felt sick when she saw her wrinkled face.
"Jia Lin, Jia Lin, you are my daughter. How can I ignore your affairs? You look so haggard. What happened last night? Could it be, could it be that someone has…"
Zhang Yuhua couldn't continue talking at this point. Song Jialin was already in a bad mood, and she became even more annoyed when she heard Zhang Yuhua's random guesses.
"I told you it's none of your business, but you keep nagging and buzzing here non-stop. You're more annoying than flies circling around shit in the toilet. Do you not understand what I'm saying or what's wrong?"
Zhang Yuhua wanted to hold Song Jialin's hand, but was immediately pushed away rudely by her.
Zhang Yuhua didn't react immediately and fell to the ground with a thud.
Her legs touched the ground first and she knelt directly on the ground. Then she supported herself with her hands and managed not to fall flat on her face.
Zhang Yuhua only felt waves of pain in her knee joints, and her hands were numb as if they were not her own.
When Song Jialin heard the noise behind her, she just turned around and glanced at her coldly. Then she went upstairs to get her clothes and went straight to the bathroom.
Song Jialin took a comfortable bath, washed her hair, and sprayed some perfume on her body, which finally covered up the musty smell in the shabby house.
Song Jialin came out of the bathroom with wet hair and smelling fragrant.
After washing her whole body, her mood became a little better, but when she went out, she saw Zhang Yuhua still in the same position, lying on the ground and crying softly.
"You're such a grown man, and you fell down, don't you know how to get up on your own? Do you still need me to help you?"
"Cry, cry, cry. All you do is cry all day long. If you keep going on like this, my dad will dump you and marry a young, beautiful, and sensible woman!"
When Song Jialin passed by Zhang Yuhua, she not only did not help her, but instead shook her hair and splashed all the water on Zhang Yuhua's face.
Zhang Yuhua, who was crying out of breath, felt a chill on her face before she could react.
She was startled at first, but when she came to her senses she cried even more sadly than before.
Song Jialin came to the room on the second floor. She slammed the door shut, finally blocking out all the noise.
Song Jialin lay on the soft and comfortable big bed, stretched out her limbs and had a sound sleep.
When Song Jialin woke up again, it was already 6 o'clock in the afternoon. She hadn't eaten anything all day and her stomach was already growling with hunger.
She changed her clothes and went downstairs, then combed her hair briefly.
Zhang Yuhua, who had been crying all morning, now obediently prepared meals for the father and daughter.
Song Jialin glanced at her with disdain and muttered softly, "What a spineless coward! I'm hungry, hurry up and serve me some food!"
Song Jialin sat down in the main seat and began to urge Zhang Yuhua to work.
"There's a problem with the rice cooker. The rice I put in can't be cooked through. I can only use a pressure cooker to cook rice today."
Zhang Yuhua reported the situation with red eyes, and soon the unique "tickling" sound of the pressure cooker came from the kitchen.
The earth-shaking sound made Song Jialin frown. She had recovered a lot of energy after a good sleep, but she still felt dizzy from time to time.
Song Jialin touched her forehead and found it was burning hot. She had been tossing and turning all night and still couldn't bear the fever today.
After knowing that she had a fever, Song Jialin became even more pretentious. While her father was not back, she kept insulting and scolding Zhang Yuhua.
She learned all these from her father. No matter what she scolded, Zhang Yuhua would never get angry.
Song Jialin had already assumed in her heart that Zhang Yuhua didn't dare to lose her temper, so she became even more unscrupulous.
Zhang Yuhua endured it silently. Whenever she couldn't bear it any longer, she would silently chant in her heart: "My own child, my own child, my own child!"
Important things should be said three times, and Zhang Yuhua would be able to calm down after each repetition.
The rice was finally cooked and Song Baoshun also came back from work.
The delicious meal was served on the table. Zhang Yuhua knew that her daughter was in a bad mood, so she put some thought into cooking today. She was busy for the whole afternoon before making these four dishes and one soup.
Song Baoshun picked up a piece of pork with chopsticks and quickly frowned: "What did you do with this pork? Why did you put so much salt? Doesn't salt cost money?"
Zhang Yuhua lowered her head silently and didn't dare to say a word, and Song Jialin followed suit.
"Mom, it's fine if you don't work, but you stay at home every day eating and drinking for free at my dad's expense. You can't even cook a meal properly. You're really becoming more and more useless as you get older!"
Song Baoshun picked up another piece of vegetables with chopsticks, but found that they were bland and tasteless, obviously without salt.
"Green vegetables are already bland, and you didn't even add salt. How can this be eaten?"
Song Baoshun scolded her again, and Zhang Yuhua lowered her head in shame for doing something wrong.
After finishing the meal with difficulty, Song Jialin hugged Song Baoshun's arm and whispered, "Dad, I have something important to tell you. Let's go to the study."
Song Baoshun always responded to his daughter's requests, and the father and daughter came to the study one after another.
Song Jialin closed the door cautiously when entering. Song Baoshun sat on the armchair and asked casually, "Tell me, there are no outsiders here."
"Dad, I stayed in Jiangjia Village yesterday. I was half asleep at night and got bitten by something. The next morning, the villagers knocked on my door and demanded compensation..."
Song Jialin told Song Baoshun in detail what happened last night and this morning.
"Dad, Jiang Li said that she has already brought the children to meet with Shen Changan. What do you think we should do now?"
"Don't panic, daughter. First of all, we need to know how Shen Changan knew Jiang Li."
Song Baoshun's question was very profound, and Song Jialin was immediately stumped.
…
Shen Changan quickly picked up the old photo on the bed, only to find that the pattern around the photo had been blurred after being washed.
Even when he opened his eyes wide, he could only see a blurry image of a child in the photo.
From the photo you can see that the child is fair and chubby, but you can't see his face clearly.
Shen Changan took the photo and looked at it over and over again. Although he could only see a little bit, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the child in the photo looked familiar.
Shen Changan sat in the room for a while, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and went out to make a public phone call.
There was only one place to make a public phone in the entire Baiyun Town, and Shen Chang waited in line for a long time before it was his turn.
Shen Changan dialed the home phone number, and the only response from the other end was a busy tone.
"My parents should be home at this hour. Why aren't they answering the phone? Did something happen at home?"
After Shen Changan put down the phone, he was still unwilling to give up. Why not send a telegram back to find out the situation?
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