Upon hearing this, Song Cuicui said, "Big brother, you wouldn't refuse to help with such a small favor, would you? I, your sister, have never troubled you in all these years. I've finally asked for help, you can't refuse to give me face."
Soldiers are highly sought after these days.
Her youngest son was a poor student, couldn't find a job, and spent his days idly.
She saw Song Darong and wanted him to help her get her grandson into the army.
Maybe he'll become a commander someday.
Song Darong looked embarrassed.
"I really can't help you with this."
Song Cuicui's face turned cold.
"Song Darong, what are you putting on airs for? Asking you for help is giving you face. Let me tell you, our Song family raised you, you owe our Song family. Now it's time to repay that debt."
Influenced by Old Lady Song since childhood, Song Cuicui never gave Song Darong a kind look, and her true nature was revealed in just a few words.
Song Darong's smile vanished.
When he's not smiling, his gaze is intimidating, exuding a sense of awe and oppression.
His soldiers were all afraid of him.
Song Cuicui retorted, "Why are you staring at me like that? Trying to hit me?"
Song Darong didn't want to talk to this shrew.
"I've already paid back what I owed the Song family, it's none of your business to talk about that. Go away and don't bother me."
"You... Song Darong, you heartless bastard! You only care about your own wealth and never think about us brothers and sisters. You're so cruel! Mom and Dad raised you for nothing, you ungrateful wretch!"
Song Dalong and Li Zhen watched with schadenfreude from a short distance away.
They disliked Song Darong's family, but they weren't as fierce or shameless as Song Cuicui.
Song Cuicui is shameless; she even dares to ask Song Darong for help. She's really dreaming.
The funeral was attended by villagers from Songjiatun, who pointed and whispered about Song Cuicui.
"Song Cuicui is shameless!"
"That's right. She curses at people who don't help. If that were my sister, I would beat her up."
“Song Darong is a civilized man, so he won’t argue with Song Cuicui.”
Song Darong didn't stay at the funeral for long before going back to their old house for a look.
Fang Jie's house was the largest in the village.
Although it has been more than 20 years and is now dilapidated, Song Darong looked at the familiar courtyard and the scenes of living here in the past came to mind.
At that time, all three children were still young...
More than 20 years have passed in the blink of an eye. The children have grown up and started their own families, and he and Fang Jie have grown old.
However, compared to their peers, they are still considered young.
His two younger siblings are much older than him.
Song Darong stayed in the old house for quite a while before leaving.
He didn't attend the funeral; he went straight back to the county town and took the train.
He didn't return to Lian City, but went to his eldest son's place instead.
He hadn't seen his beloved wife in a long time, and he missed her, so he went to see her.
I'll also help take care of my granddaughter.
When Fang Jie saw Song Darong, she asked in surprise, "What brings you here?"
Song Darong put his hands behind his back, adopting the demeanor of a retired cadre.
"What? You don't want me to come? You're having a great time here, while I'm all alone at home, not even getting a hot meal. Poor me..."
Fang Jie smiled and welcomed him into the house.
"You watch your granddaughter, I'll go make you a hot meal."
Song Darong was delighted and happily went over to pick up his granddaughter.
Song Yaohui named his daughter Song Nianci.
"Hello, Nianci. I'm your grandpa. It's nice to meet you. Please take care of me."
Song Nianci blew out a bubble and giggled.
Song Darong exclaimed excitedly, "Wife, my granddaughter smiled at me! She likes me!"
Fang Jie peeked out.
"Everyone loves our granddaughter, she loves to laugh, she's a real joy."
Fang Jie dotes on Song Nianci.
She just likes girls.
Song Darong didn't care, narcissistically believing that his little granddaughter only liked him and only smiled at him.
"Little Nianci, you look just like your aunt. You'll definitely grow up to be a great beauty."
"Giggle... Ee-yah..."
"What does Nianci like? Grandpa will buy it for you."
“Eee-yah-yah…”
"How about we buy some candy?"
“Eee-yah-yah…”
"I'll buy you a pretty dress, little doll..."
The grandfather and grandson, one speaking Mandarin and the other baby talk, communicated without any difficulty.
Song Yaohui and Lin Yuting saw this scene when they entered the room.
They both smiled.
After Song Darong arrived, Fang Jie was indeed much more relaxed.
While she does housework and cooks, Song Darong can keep an eye on the children.
If you get tired at noon, you can take a nap.
Fang Jie learned that Song Dapeng was dead.
She couldn't help but sigh.
“My third brother is actually quite pitiful. It would have been better if we had found him sooner.”
Song Darong did not respond.
Talking about this kind of topic is sad.
Fang Jie asked, "Have you gone to see our old house?"
"I saw it."
"How is it? Is it still habitable?"
"If you want to live here, you have to renovate it. The walls inside are damaged, the roof is blown down, and one side of the courtyard wall has collapsed."
“I was thinking that when we get old, we’ll go back to Songjiatun to retire, farm two acres of land, raise two chickens, and life will be pretty good. Now that you’re retired, you’ll have to vacate your apartment in the family compound, right?”
"Yes, we need to make room. When we get back this time, we'll have Yaohua find a car to move us. But I think we shouldn't go back to Songjiatun. It's too noisy there."
"What's wrong?"
"It's all because of my two troublesome younger siblings. If we go back to live there, both families, young and old, will come and bother us. It won't be peaceful for us."
"Where will we live from now on?"
The youngest son's house in the county town is a place he can stay, but they don't want to bother him.
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