“I severed ties with Song Daqiang, the capitalist who exploits people, but I have never denied my blood ties with my grandfather and great-grandfather. Deep in my bones lies the same patriotic passion as they did.”
Song Ning spoke with composure and determination, her eyes resolute.
"you……"
Jiang Feifei never expected Song Ning to pull this stunt.
She blushed with embarrassment.
"However, I don't want to put Deputy Commander Qian in a difficult position. I'll withdraw."
After Song Ning finished speaking, she put away the certificates of merit.
Yuan Yan quickly stepped forward and shook her hand, "Song Ning, you can't quit. I'm still waiting for you to be the leader of our group's pianists."
“I can’t be that selfish. If I cause you and Commander Qian to be punished by the higher-ups, I will also feel uncomfortable. Besides, the world is vast, and everyone has their own talents. I can shine in other places.”
Song Ning has made up her mind.
Deputy Commander Qian sighed, "Alright, let's keep things separate. Actually, based on Song Ning's contributions, the issue of her class background should have been resolved long ago. But since Song Ning is determined to withdraw, let her be."
Jiang Feifei was extremely pleased with herself.
...
When Song Ning returned to the family compound, she immediately noticed that several women in the compound started pointing and whispering about her, and their gazes were no longer as polite as before.
"Have you heard? Song Ning is the daughter of a capitalist."
"My goodness, Battalion Commander Huo actually married a woman with such a bad family background, I really can't believe it."
"With his background, I heard he even wants to join the performing arts troupe."
Although they were speaking very softly, Song Ning still heard them.
Because Song Ning had saved her son before, Li Xiaoyue felt indignant on Song Ning's behalf when she heard those gossips.
“Song Ning saved my son. She’s a good person. You can’t talk about her like that. Battalion Commander Huo isn’t stupid. He was able to marry Song Ning because she’s different from other flashy, cheap women.”
"Maybe it's a disguise. Which capitalist isn't ruthless and heartless? How could their children be any better?"
How can you look at people like that...?
Li Xiaoyue was a little angry.
Song Ning walked over and said, "Sister Xiaoyue."
When the others saw Song Ning approaching, they stopped talking and also moved away.
Song Ning squeezed her hand. "Thank you for speaking up for me. Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain. Changing their prejudices is very difficult. Just ignore them, do your best, and have a clear conscience."
Li Xiaoyue sighed, "I don't care what others say. Song Ning, you saved my son's life, so please tell me if you ever have any difficulties in the future."
"Thank you, Sister Xiaoyue."
Song Ning was somewhat moved.
Just then, Li Xiaoyue's eldest son, Zhang Damao, came over with a sketchbook and textbook. "Mom, the school is holding a drawing competition, and everyone has to submit something. The first place in the class will be displayed on the classroom wall, and the first place in the whole school will be displayed at the school gate. I want to draw this illustration from the textbook, but it looks so difficult. Can you teach me?"
Li Xiaoyue scratched her head sheepishly, "Oh dear, Da Mao, I can't draw either."
"What should I do if I don't hand it in? The teacher will criticize me and make me stand as punishment."
Zhang Damao was somewhat frustrated.
Song Ning thought for a moment, then picked up Da Mao's textbook illustration and looked at it. It turned out to be an oil painting titled "The Five Heroes of Langya Mountain".
As expected, classics are timeless. They are even used in 21st-century textbooks. Song Ning once copied them when she was learning oil painting as a child, and they were quite difficult.
However, if you're not painting with oils, but with pencils or watercolors, it's not too difficult.
Thinking of this, she said, "Da Mao, shall I draw it for you?"
Zhang Damao looked up, his clear eyes filled with confusion, "Aunt Song, can you draw?"
"Of course. Come on, Auntie will show you how to draw."
After saying that, he took Zhang Damao's hand and went inside to paint.
Soon, Zhang Damao came running out excitedly with the painting in his hand.
"Mom, look, isn't my drawing good?"
Li Xiaoyue was immediately astonished when she received the painting.
"This...you drew it?"
"Yes, Aunt Song taught me how to copy and how to color, step by step."
"That's amazing!" Li Xiaoyue exclaimed.
Seeing this, Song Ning was very happy.
...
On the other side...
Because Song Xue insisted that she did not participate in Lin Peng's theft, and because Song Xue was Song Daqiang's stepdaughter and considered a family member, it could not be considered theft.
In the end, Song Xue was only detained for a few days before being released.
Song Xue couldn't stand being locked up for more than a few days.
There was no way to shower inside, and it was infested with fleas. She had had enough of it and never wanted to go back in.
Recalling the scenes inside made her tremble.
When she got home, she found the house empty.
"Dad, Mom?"
She looked around but couldn't find it.
At this moment, the neighbors saw her and all kept their distance. She immediately went up to her and called out to an aunt.
"Auntie, where did my parents go?"
"Song Xue, you don't know yet, do you? Your dad got arrested for hoarding small yellow croakers, and your mom went to the countryside in the southwest."
"What?"
How could Mom possibly sign up to go to that godforsaken place in the Southwest to work in the countryside?
Song Xue gritted her teeth. She never imagined that her whole family would fall from grace in just a few days.
This shouldn't be happening... The plot is getting more and more confusing.
"Oh, right. A jade thumb ring."
She suddenly remembered something.
She remembered that in her previous life, she had unintentionally obtained a jade thumb ring from Song Daqiang.
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