Chapter 3: The younger brother marries the woman his older brother is tired of playing with
Song family villa.
As soon as Song's father hung up the phone, he rubbed his eyebrows and leaned on the sofa with a frown on his face.
Song's mother sat down beside him and asked him with a worried look on her face, "What happened? Did something happen to Shi Jing?"
Just as she finished her words, the second and youngest sons of the Song family returned home one after another.
"Come here, you two!"
Father Song looked at his two sons who were planning to sneak back to their rooms and spoke in a deep voice.
Song Shixuan and Song Shiyu looked at each other, thinking that Song Shiyu's father had found out about writing love letters to female students in the military academy, and they both felt a little uneasy.
They stood beside Song's father and waited for his lecture.
Although Song's father was just a son-in-law of the Song family back then, he had reached this position through his own abilities through years of hard work, and he had long been the one who had the final say in this family.
As the youngest in the family, Song Shiyu was always in trouble. When he saw his father, he hung his head like a mouse seeing a cat.
Even Song Shixuan, the second oldest brother who had already served in the army and was a little older, felt frightened when he saw his father's sullen face.
Today, Song Shiyu was reported for sending a love letter to a girl, and the instructor asked him to call her parents.
Therefore, Song Shiyu had to call Song Shixuan over to help him deal with it.
Song Shixuan wondered if his father knew that he had taken the initiative to see the instructor. When he was about to confess in exchange for leniency, his father suddenly spoke.
"Which one of you wants to get married?"
"ah?"
The two men opened their mouths in confusion, not understanding what their father was up to.
They all nodded in agreement, then shook their heads thoughtfully, "No!"
One of them is only twenty-two and the other is only twenty-four, and they haven’t had enough fun yet.
I want women, but I don’t want to marry them.
But Father Song didn't seem to hear his two sons' answers at all, and continued in a deep voice: "Your eldest brother's marriage with the little girl of the Meng family was annulled because of his improper conduct, but this is the marriage contract made by your grandfather, so one of you two must marry the girl!"
A bolt from the blue struck.
Song Shixuan and Song Shiyu were both stunned.
It is hard to imagine that this father, who came from a poor family, not only made them eat the leftovers of their eldest brother, but also wear their eldest brother's old clothes since they were young.
You know, they are capitalists in the eyes of outsiders, but they live worse than the son of the driver at home.
Now, father actually wants them to marry the woman that eldest brother is tired of playing with?
Are all the women in this world dead? Is the only girl left from the Meng family?
Before the two could say no, Song's mother jumped up from her chair.
"No! Shi Yu is still so young, and Shi Xuan is at a critical time in the army. How can he marry a woman who can't help him at all?"
"Besides, the girl from the Meng family has been with Shi Jing for so long, she must have been unclean for a long time. Do you want others to point at your sons and say that they messed around with their sister-in-law?"
There was a "bang" sound.
Father Song slammed the coffee table hard and said angrily, "As an elder, how can you frame a younger person like this? Besides, her grandfather was the one who saved your father, and you are repaying kindness with enmity like this?"
He turned around and pointed at Song Shixuan and Song Shiyu, and said harshly, "As members of the family, you all have to share the responsibilities for the family. Don't push everything onto your eldest brother. Whether you two are playing rock-paper-scissors or fighting, pick one of you to marry the girl before she comes back!"
After saying that, he left angrily without looking back.
The two children who were not favored by their father were left with confused thoughts amid their mother's crying.
After being yelled at by her husband, Song's mother burst into tears and felt very aggrieved.
What's wrong with her being a mother who loves her son so much?
Because Song's father was the eldest son, he had to marry into the Song family in order to help his other brothers get married, so he was especially good to his eldest son since he was a child.
But what’s wrong with the second and third children?
Do you have to pick everything that your eldest son leaves behind?
Thinking of this, she cried even louder, and no matter how her two wronged sons tried to persuade her, it was useless.
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On the bumpy dirt road, the tractor rumbled along, emitting black smoke, and the cicadas chirped in the fields on both sides of the road.
When Meng Shuyue rode the tractor back to the dilapidated house arranged by the lumberyard, it was already dark.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw the faint candlelight flickering in the room. The eldest master of the Song family, who usually never touched water, was holding a bowl of hot noodles. When he saw her come back, he gave her a restrained smile after a long time.
"You're back. Where did you go?"
"I thought you must be hungry coming back so late, so I made you some noodles."
"Oh, by the way, why don't you have any lights here? There are sawdust all over the table and bed. How can people live here?"
He put the noodles down, took out a handkerchief from his clean white shirt, put it on the chair and motioned for her to sit down.
Meng Shuyue sneered in her heart. This bastard even asked her why this place was so dirty and why there was no electricity?
Any normal person would know that what good place is it to live if you cook big pot meals in a lumberyard?
He gave her job to Song Yanyan and asked her to do the work that no one else in the village wanted to do. In the past two years, he had never stepped into her dormitory in the lumberyard.
Today, the sun rose from the west, and he was willing to step into her little shabby house and do it for her with his own hands.
You know, over the years, she had cooked his favorite food in the lumberyard and brought him meals at the clinic every day, but he even refused to help her make a bowl of brown sugar water when she was menstruating, let alone ask him to give her vagina.
Meng Shuyue was not polite either. He sat down on the handkerchief he had used as a cushion, picked up the chopsticks and started eating noodles in big mouthfuls.
I have to say, the noodles cooked by this young master are quite delicious.
She hadn't had a proper hot meal all day and her stomach was rumbling with hunger.
Song Shijing, who was standing by, stared at Meng Shuyue slurping noodles, his hands on his legs curled up slightly, hesitant to say, "Shuyue, I want to ask you a favor!"
Meng Shuyue paused in slurping the noodles, raised her eyes and looked coldly at the man opposite her, feeling hopeless.
Sure enough, how could this shameless man suddenly be so kind as to make noodles for her?
It seems that he came to Song Yanyan because he wanted to ask her for help.
Meng Shuyue bit off the noodles, swallowed the remaining noodles in his mouth and smiled to himself, "Just tell me, no need to beat around the bush."
But when Song Shijing opened her mouth and said the words that had been brewing in her heart for a long time, the sweat she had just sweated from eating noodles instantly condensed on her body like ice water, making her whole body shiver.
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