Song Darong: "Wife, if I can't make it in the army, I'll come back and raise chickens with you to sell eggs."
Fang Jie: "Great! We can set up a big chicken farm and raise a hundred or so chickens."
Fang Jie felt that such a life was also good, at least she didn't have to live apart from her husband.
She knew in her heart how she had endured all those years of hardship, and how many nights she had longed for Song Darong to return.
But she knew that soldiers had their duties and missions, and she never said anything about asking Song Darong to come back.
She knew that Song Darong was carrying out a special mission, and she never insisted on going with him.
Song Darong felt guilty towards Fang Jie.
"Wife, you've worked so hard all these years."
"Why are you saying all this!"
Song Darong thought for a moment and said, "Wife, wait a little longer. I'll bring you and the children over when things are better on my end."
Fang Jie waved her hand, "It's okay, no rush, it's fine at home."
With her daughter's help, their family prospered, and she was reluctant to leave.
Song Darong knew that saying anything now would be superfluous, so he stopped talking about it and started chatting with Fang Jie about everyday things.
Fang Jie cooks a variety of delicious meals every day, and the four children enjoy them, making the family happy and harmonious.
Until this day, Song Dalong and Song Dapeng came to their door.
They were extremely envious when they saw about 20 chickens hopping around in the yard.
Even the usually lazy Song Dapeng couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Song Darong stared at the two brothers. "Speak, what do you want from me?"
Song Dalong didn't expect Song Dapeng to speak, so he took the initiative to say, "Brother, we've come today to discuss the issue of Mom's care with you."
Fang Jie and the four children sat down next to Song Darong, curious to see what kind of trouble the Song brothers would cause.
Song Dalong and Song Dapeng said they were under a lot of pressure.
Song Darong said expressionlessly, "Support issues? What does that have to do with me?"
Song Dalong choked, but still shamelessly said, "How can it not be a problem? You are also Mom's son. She is getting old and needs our support."
"I am not my mother's son."
"Of course it is! Although Mom didn't give birth to you, she raised you. People say that the kindness of raising someone is greater than the affection of giving birth to them."
Song Fanxing: "She didn't support my father; he almost died at her hands."
Song Dalong wiped the sweat from his forehead, thinking to himself, "How come Song Fanxing's mind works so fast? It's really annoying!"
"You can't say that. If it weren't for my parents, my older brother would have died long ago. How could he have joined the army? Look how good they are. They wanted you to join the army, but they wouldn't let us. If we had joined the army, we wouldn't be in this mess now."
Song Dalong's words were full of resentment.
He resented Old Man Song and Old Woman Song for not letting him join the army back then.
Song Fanxing: "Second Uncle, you can't even endure the hardships of working, how can you endure the hardships of being a soldier? I bet even if Grandpa and Grandma had enrolled you, you wouldn't have been able to stick it out and would have run away soon. So don't hold a grudge, even if this uniform were given to you, you wouldn't be able to wear it."
Song Dalong was looked down upon, and his face turned red and white in turns.
Can this girl just shut up? She keeps saying hurtful things.
Thinking back on the hardships he endured during his years in the army, Song Darong felt a pang of sadness. Fortunately, he persevered and grew into a mature, resolute, and qualified soldier. He was proud of himself.
My little daughter sees things so deeply.
Outsiders only know the prestige of them as soldiers, but who knows the hardships they endure behind the scenes?
Song Dapeng coughed and uttered a single sentence, "It's off-target."
Song Dalong understood and immediately said, "Now is not the time to talk about this. Let's get back to the important matter. Brother, Mom is getting old, you can't abandon her!"
Song Darong: "Even if it's a debt of gratitude for raising me, I've already paid it back over the years. I gave half of my allowance to my mother after I joined the army. As for you, you haven't fulfilled your responsibility to support her all these years, so it's your turn to take responsibility."
Song Dalong didn't expect Song Darong to be so tough this time, refusing to budge no matter what.
He had no choice but to play the victim.
“Brother, the money you gave Mom is really gone, I'm not lying to you. There was a thief in the house who stole all of Mom's money. I really want to support Mom, but I can't even take care of myself right now, I'm powerless to do so. Our family didn't receive any grain this year, we're almost starving. Dapeng's family isn't well-off either. You're the best off, you get a stipend from being in the army, and now you're raising so many chickens. You should take on the responsibility of supporting Mom.”
Fang Jie was furious.
“Dalong, I don’t like what you’re saying. Your misfortune is your own fault. Who told you to be lazy? We have the life we have today because of our hard work. It’s not a reason for you to attack us. As your mother’s own sons, you should take on the responsibility of supporting her.”
Song Fanxing: "Grandma said she was severing ties with my father, and my father agreed, so now my father has no obligation to support Grandma."
Song Dalong found this family too difficult to deal with; they were all very talkative and had him completely shut down.
He looked at Song Dapeng, hoping Song Dapeng would say something, but Song Dapeng turned his head to look elsewhere.
Don't count on him; he's just there to fill a spot.
Song Dalong looked at Song Darong and said, "Brother, I know you resent how Mom treated you in the past, but she is old and uneducated. You are a soldier, educated and reasonable. Don't hold it against her. Take care of her."
Song Fanxing discovered that her second uncle was eloquent, could talk about other things, and was even capable of moral blackmail.
Song Darong's face turned ashen. "I'm a soldier, I'm educated, so I deserve to suffer, I deserve to be a sucker, right?"
Song Fanxing's worries were unfounded; her father was perfectly clear-headed and articulate.
Song Dalong couldn't continue speaking and slunk away.
As soon as they got home, Grandma Song eagerly went up to her and asked, "How was it?"
Song Dalong: "No way, my brother won't buy it, he absolutely refuses."
Old Mrs. Song cursed, "You heartless bastard! If I had known it would turn out like this, I should have strangled him back then."
"Mom, don't say things like that. It's because you were too cruel to him when you were little that he holds a grudge and doesn't support you."
"Ha, he's not my biological son, yet he expects me to treat him like one? He's dreaming!"
Song Dalong couldn't continue talking to his mother and ran back to his room.
Song Dapeng yawned and followed him out.
Li Zhen was so angry when she learned that her brother-in-law was unwilling to support her mother-in-law that she threw things around.
“Why is my brother so stingy? Those things happened ages ago, why is he still fussing over them? I was originally planning to have them support Mom, give her money and food, and then Mom would help us out. Now there’s no hope.”
Song Dalong sighed heavily.
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