When Song Yan woke up, he kept observing the situation outside.
Song Yan couldn't resist watering the ginseng again. Every time the ginseng stems and leaves withered, Song Yan would clean them, then check the outside situation before watering again...
No, no, I can't keep watering! Song Yan forced himself to read.
Before dark, the police officers left with the victim and members of the criminal gang, despite the severely overcrowded situation.
Song Yan estimated that the train back to the provincial capital would arrive after dark.
After dark, fewer people in the village went out. Song Yan came out of his spatial dimension and went to the platform.
It was an inconspicuous little station, without even a waiting area. Finding a discreet spot, Song Yan entered his spatial dimension. It was so cold outside; he wasn't about to freeze. He waited until the train arrived before emerging.
After confirming with the train attendant that it was a train heading to the provincial capital, Song Yan boarded the train and bought a ticket.
This train arrives in the provincial capital in the middle of the night. And since she boarded midway, Song Yan only has a standing ticket. However, she has all her daily necessities in her storage space. Before boarding, she took out a small stool and found an empty spot in the carriage to sit down…
Amidst the clanging and clattering of the train, Song Yan arrived at his destination.
The city in the night felt both strange and familiar…
In the dead of night, Song Yan found a guesthouse closest to the train station...
In the early morning, Song Yan found his way home based on the original owner's memories.
…“What kind of fate do I have? I’m already so old. Other people are waiting for their daughters-in-law to serve them. I have to serve my daughter-in-law…” The original owner’s grandmother was a thoroughly shrewish old woman.
"Mom, let me do it!" That was the original owner's father's voice.
"What are you doing here? Oh dear, other people raise sons to provide for them in their old age, but I raise sons to be filial to my wife. You kicked me out so you could give your wife special treatment, is that it?" The old lady was being completely unreasonable.
"No. I just saw you were too tired," Song's father muttered softly.
Song Yan didn't want to listen anymore and opened the door. The sound of the door opening interrupted the unreasonable commotion.
"Xiaoyan is back!" Mr. Song was very happy.
"You've finally decided to come back? You don't want to be out there causing trouble anymore?" Grandma Song raised her voice, as if afraid the neighbors wouldn't hear her.
"So, according to you, I shouldn't have gone to the countryside to support rural development! Going to the countryside is just a waste of time." Song Yan said, but he didn't believe Grandma Song would dare to admit it. If she dared to admit that was what she meant, the neighbors who didn't get along with the old lady could report her.
Grandma Song swallowed the words she was about to say. "I... when did I say that? My goodness. Other people's granddaughters are all filial, but I raised a debt collector. Are you a blockhead? You just watch your daughter act so disrespectfully." The old lady meant for her son to beat Song Yan.
Such things had happened before. When the original owner was young, if she displeased the old lady in the slightest, or even if the old lady was in a bad mood, she would have her son beat her. The original owner's mother would protect her desperately, and in the end, it was Song Ma who would be beaten. Because of this, the original owner was beaten many times, and gradually she became afraid to speak.
Now that his daughter is so grown up, Mr. Song can't bring himself to hit her. Even before, he couldn't bear to hit her; the slaps always fell on his wife. The old lady doesn't care who gets hit in the end, as long as she gets her revenge, that's enough.
Grandma Song had three sons, and her eldest son's family also had three sons. The eldest son, Song Cheng, the second son, Song Jun, their uncle, and the original owner's father all worked at a machinery factory. The aunt worked at a towel factory. The original owner's mother worked in the machinery factory's canteen, where she could eat lunch every day.
Song Yan sometimes thought that if it weren't for that lunch, the original owner's mother might have been starved to death by the old lady.
Song Yan's third cousin, Song Jue, graduated from high school this year.
Old Song is twenty-five or twenty-six this year, and he's the old lady's youngest son, her darling. He spends his days idly, doing nothing productive. He used to work in a factory, but he was fired because of an accident caused by his negligence. In these days, without assigned work, it's very difficult to find work again.
Song Laosan is unemployed and idle, and has yet to find a wife.
Song Laosan was one of the earliest examples of "parasitic adults" who sponged off their parents.
Seeing that Mr. Song didn't make a move, the old lady angrily banged her head against her son. "What sins have I committed? You're going to make me die of anger!" Her scolding escalated into crying and shouting. If Mr. Song still didn't make a move, the old lady would start wailing.
This area is full of factory workers, and everyone lives very close together, making it quite crowded. If the old lady were to start wailing, everyone around her could hear her.
The old lady was widowed young, and Song's father felt sorry for her and genuinely wanted to be filial to her. When the old lady started crying, her son felt he was making his mother suffer. He also felt embarrassed because the noise disturbed the neighbors. According to their usual routine, Song Yan would inevitably get a beating, but his wife intervened to protect him, and it was Song's mother who ended up getting beaten again.
Song Yan is back. Is this drama about to unfold again?
"Why am I still alive? I'm just an eyesore. Even my son dislikes me."
Hearing the old lady's crying and fussing, Song Ma, who was lying in the side room, got up despite her aches and pains. "Xiao Yan is back!"
Mr. Song's hand remained raised for a long time without falling. When he saw his wife rushing over, he instinctively reached out and struck her.
Song Yan pulled the thin woman back a large step, and his attack missed completely.
"What are you doing? Did I do something wrong, or did my mother do something wrong to make you lay a hand on me?" Song Yan stared coldly at the man before him. He hadn't actually hit the original owner of this body; even when he did, it was always a light touch with his fists. But whose hands and feet had he actually slapped and punched? His own wife.
Mr. Song's raised hand stopped in mid-air.
"Oh dear, this is outrageous! You little beast, how dare you talk to your father like that? Are you dead? Don't you have any manly strength?" The old woman, still angry, was about to go berserk. "I'm useless, I might as well be dead." Saying this, she started to bang her head against the wall.
According to the original owner's memories, if the old lady acted like this, Song's father would not only have to beat Song's mother, but also kneel down and beg for his grandmother's forgiveness.
The old lady was about to bang her head against the wall when her son, grandson, and a whole bunch of other people came out of the house. Some pulled her away, some tried to stop her, and others tried to persuade her to stop.
"It's Xiaoyan back! You too, how come this child makes your grandma angry as soon as she comes back?" This was the original owner's aunt. She had three sons of her own and was good at pleasing the old lady, and her brother was the workshop foreman of her uncle's family. So she lived a very comfortable life in this family.
"You think I made Grandma angry? Then what did I say that made Grandma angry?" Song Yan countered.
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