The cooking room was connected to the room where the eldest aunt and her family lived. They could hear everything happening outside clearly.
They couldn't hear clearly, but they knew the old lady's habits; she must have started it. Song Yan asked a question, and the aunt didn't know what to say.
"Xiaoyan came all this way, let's eat first! Otherwise we'll be late for work!" Then she whispered, "Don't be angry, think about Lao San." The implication was clear. "Think about Lao San"—was she trying to coax Song Yan into giving money to Lao San?
The one speaking was my uncle.
The original owner's uncle was someone Grandma Song never needed to ask for help with. He didn't have to do anything, just say a few words.
The old lady's goal was to get money from Song Yan. She'd only just returned, and the old lady wanted to give her a hard time. Now that her eldest son had offered her a way out, she was taking advantage of it. "I've just been raising a bunch of debt collectors. All they do is eat, eat, eat! What are they eating? Stop eating? Smash the stove, throw away the food!"
The old lady's idea is that everyone should persuade her again, especially the second son, to apologize again, and that the matter from this morning can be let go.
She was given a slap as soon as she entered the house. They thought that was the end of it. Song Yan's previously cold face suddenly broke into a smile. "Grandma, you think I didn't do well, right? From now on, I'll listen to you." Song Yan kicked over the coal stove and the pot, spilling a pot of porridge all over the floor. There were also steaming hot cornbread buns on the table; Song Yan pushed them away, sending them tumbling all over the floor. "Grandma, am I being good?"
Song Yan repented in his heart, "In an era when food was not something you could eat casually, I was guilty of wasting food like this!"
Everyone was stunned. The old woman was the first to react. "You little beast, you've already smashed up the house!"
"Okay! I'll listen!" Song Yan's movements were as fast as his words. Before he could even pick up the bowls and chopsticks from the table, he pushed them aside, and "crash!" they fell to the ground. "Crash!" The plates also fell to the ground.
"Mother! My mother!" The lady cried out in her anxiety, her childhood accent still lingering. "Are you courting death?"
The others then realized what was happening and tried to pull Song Yan away. She hadn't intended to destroy the whole house. So they decided to stop.
"You beast, you're not fit to live anymore!" That was when the old woman truly cried! Her voice carried far and wide.
The eldest aunt was also anxious. The second son's family only had one daughter, and the third son, being of marriageable age, would never find a wife. Besides, everything in the house belonged to her family. Song Yan was now smashing up her family's property.
"You!" The aunt really wanted to hit Song Yan, but she lowered her hand after raising it. "Sigh, I never say anything to you usually, do I? But look at Song Yan today, she went too far."
Song Ma blocked Song Yan behind her, giving off an attitude that said, "Go ahead and hit me if you want, just kill me!"
This thin, frail woman had an unusual flush on her face. She stood protectively in front of Song Yan, a sight that overlapped with the original owner's memories. It also allowed Song Yan to experience a love he had never felt before—a mother's love!
“Auntie is wrong. I’m just listening to Grandma. I do whatever Grandma says, how could I be wrong?” Song Yan pulled Song Ma behind her.
The old lady wouldn't usually do it herself; she'd just instruct her son. Today, however, she couldn't take it anymore and grabbed a broom to hit Song Yan. Song's mother tried to intervene, but Song Yan pushed her aside, and both of them dodged.
When the old lady swung again, Song Ma was too far away to protect her. Unexpectedly, just as the broom was about to fall, Song Yan suddenly squatted down, and the broom hit her uncle behind her, striking him in the face.
"Ouch!" Uncle Song's face stung with pain.
"Oh dear! I can't live anymore. I was widowed young and raised three sons, and now I'm old and have to suffer from my granddaughter's temper." The old woman cried as she ran outside.
If the original owner of this body were here, could a teenage girl handle such an old shrew?
That's all there is to medical disputes involving tantrums and screaming! I've seen it before. Song Yan remained remarkably calm.
The neighborhood committee director for this area is Grandma Yang. Did the old lady ask her to make the decision?
In other places, neighborhood committees might not have much power, but this place is different because the residents are all factory workers. The neighborhood committee members are mostly retired factory workers. They receive a token salary, but they have a lot of influence within the factory.
If someone is disrespectful to their elders or doesn't care about their neighbors, and the neighborhood committee reports them to the factory, they will definitely be criticized.
Song Ma turned pale with fright. When elderly people argue with their children, regardless of who's right or wrong, the children will almost always side with the elderly, especially someone like Old Mrs. Song who was widowed young. This rule applies in both rural and urban areas…
Grandma Yang, who had just picked up her rice bowl, heard the sound of wailing approaching. Her door was suddenly kicked open. "Old Yang! Tell me the truth! I'm going to die! You know how hard my life has been. At this age, my granddaughter has wrecked my house!"
Everyone in this area knows about the Song family's situation. It's probably just that old woman making a fuss again. What can you do about your own family's elders? Their children should just bear with it! "You're all so old, just say what you mean. Don't act like this. Save yourself some face in front of your children."
Grandma Yang's words carried a hint of disgust, but Old Mrs. Song didn't notice it.
“Old Yang, I’m not lying. This brat really wrecked my house. You can ask her if you don’t believe me.” Old Mrs. Song pointed to her second son who was following behind her.
Mr. Song murmured, unsure how to answer.
Since none of the Song family members stood up to refute Song Yan, it means that what Old Mrs. Song said is true.
However, the Song family always bullies the weak, so it's really hard to say what's really going on.
Grandma Yang then took a closer look at Song Yan. The little girl had grown a bit taller than before. She was still the same person, but she was different from before. Her eyes were bright and sparkling.
Yes, I must admit this child is very good-looking. And her eyebrows are particularly striking.
"Xiaoyan is back! Is what your grandma said true?" Grandma Yang had to ask her herself; she couldn't just listen to Grandma Song's side of the story.
Song Ma panicked. If word got out that Song Yan did it, how could she ever face anyone again? "No, I accidentally spilled it!" The old lady wanted to vent her anger, so she decided to take it out on herself.
“Mom, what you did is wrong.” This was the first time Song Yan had called her “Mom” in both her past and present lives. “If you did it, you did it; if you didn’t, you can’t admit it.” Song Yan turned to Grandma Song and said, “Grandma, since you want to ask Grandma Yang for a judgment, then tell me what happened today. I don’t know where I went wrong today.”
Song Yan bowed to Grandma Yang and said, "Grandma Yang, I don't know where I went wrong today. Let me tell you what happened, and please point out my mistakes."
"You good-for-nothing! You don't even know where you went wrong? You're wrong about everything!" Old Mrs. Song scolded...
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