"Hush, don't say anything. The Song family's daughter doesn't know about these things. If Teacher Song knew we were talking about this, we'd be in big trouble!"
The story of Teacher Song’s first wife was an open secret among that generation in the village.
Even if they want to chat.
No one has dared to mention that matter in these years.
Because Teacher Song would really fight them to the death.
In the past, they couldn't afford to offend Song Minghui because he was very ruthless in this matter.
I dare not do that now.
Because there are two military officers in his family!
The villagers were too busy trying to curry favor with him.
"Are you exhausted? Sit down quickly. The meal will be ready soon."
Cai Mengjun pulled Song Yiyi and sat down on the stone bench under the grape trellis. "Your dad knew you two were coming back, so he cleaned up the room early in the morning and made the beds. You two can go and rest after dinner."
Song Yiyi smiled and said, "Okay."
She looked at Song Minghui and found that Song Minghui was also secretly observing her.
But soon, Song Minghui put something into the kitchen, his expression full of discomfort and embarrassment at being discovered.
While the dishes were being served, Song Yiyi walked into the room and took a look around.
The quilt and mattress smell like sunshine.
It feels soft and fluffy, and you can tell it's been dried in the sun. The sheets are neatly made.
Song Yiyi couldn't help but let out a "tsk".
The food served was all her favorite dishes.
Song Minghui, the father.
He is really two-faced!
After dinner, Song Minghui went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, and Song Yiyi followed him in.
She circled behind Song Minghui twice.
Then he got straight to the point: "Dad, do we have a photo of my mom at home? What does she look like?"
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