When Song Fanxing, Song Yaohui, and Song Yaohua returned from fishing, they walked to the foot of the back mountain and saw Song Haitao wolfing down eggs.
Song Haitao also saw them and warned them fiercely, "If you go back and talk nonsense, I'll kill you!"
Song Fanxing picked up a pebble from the ground and threw it at him, hitting him accurately on the forehead, nose, and mouth, making him jump up and down.
"Ouch, that hurts so much..."
Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua put down the buckets and picked up stones to throw at Song Haitao.
The three siblings showed no mercy, and Song Haitao was soon bruised and swollen, crawling on the ground with his head in his hands.
"Stop fighting! If you keep fighting, I'm going to tell my dad."
Song Yaohua: "Go ahead, who's afraid!"
The three of them got tired of fighting and then stopped and went home.
Seeing several fish in the bucket, Fang Jie said, "I'll make braised fish and steamed rice for you tonight."
Song Fanxing's favorite food is fragrant fish soup with rice, and she can't help but lick her lips with envy.
Song Haitao returned home with a bruised and swollen face, limping along.
As soon as she entered the courtyard, Huang Juan rushed over and grabbed her collar.
He shouted, "Where are my eggs?"
Song Haitao looked away guiltily. "What eggs? Third Aunt, what are you talking about?"
"Stop playing dumb, give me back my eggs!"
"I didn't take your eggs."
"Nonsense, it's definitely you!"
"Third Aunt, I really didn't take your eggs."
Anyway, he just stubbornly refuses to admit it, and his third aunt can't do anything about it.
Unexpectedly, Huang Juan suddenly tore open their mouths, and when she saw the egg yolk stuck to their teeth, she was so angry that she slapped Song Haitao.
Song Haitao cried and screamed in pain.
"Dad! Mom! Grandma! My aunt hit me! Help!"
Old Mrs. Song was the first to rush out.
When they saw Song Haitao with a bruised and swollen face, looking utterly miserable, they assumed it was Huang Juan who had beaten him.
He grabbed a large stick from the doorway and started hitting Huang Juan.
Huang Juan was unable to dodge in time and was hit hard with the stick.
Old Mrs. Song chased after her and beat her.
"You bitch! You beat my grandson up like this, I'll beat you to death!"
Huang Juan took off running, explaining as she ran, "Mom, I didn't hit Song Haitao."
Grandma Song didn't believe it. Her eldest grandson had just cried for help, saying that Huang Juan had hit him. How could it be false?
"You bitch, you can't even have a son, you gave birth to two girls, and you still dare to be arrogant and bully my grandson! I'll beat you to death!"
When Song Dalong and Li Zhen came out, they saw Old Lady Song chasing and hitting Huang Juan.
Their son was covered in injuries; he looked terrible.
Li Zhen was convinced that Huang Juan had hit her son, and in anger, she grabbed Huang Juan's hair.
Finally, Li Zhen and Granny Song pinned Huang Juan to the ground and gave her a good beating.
The entire Song family was thrown into chaos.
Song Dani, Song Erni, and Song Xiaomei calmly cooked in the kitchen, not getting involved in what was happening in the yard.
When Song Haitao realized that everyone mistakenly thought his injury was caused by his third aunt, he was afraid that the matter of stealing eggs would be brought up again, so he didn't explain and let everyone misunderstand.
Later, Huang Juan was also beaten until her face was bruised and swollen, and her clothes were torn.
Huang Juan returned to the room and vented her anger on Song Dapeng.
"What a useless man! Your wife was beaten, and you just lay on the bed like a coward. How could I have married a man like you? I must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes!"
Song Dapeng held his head in his hands and remained silent, letting her kick, hit, and insult him.
Huang Juan felt like she was punching cotton; it was so frustrating that she ran out without eating.
After she left, Song Dapeng opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Song Dani and Song Erni prepared the meal and brought it to the kang (a heated brick bed). They called Song Dapeng to get up and eat, but he didn't respond. The two sisters ate by themselves.
After finishing their meal, they tidied up before going to bed.
Huang Juan didn't return until midnight. She climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed) and lay down, keeping a distance from Song Dapeng.
However, Song Dapeng still smelled a scent on Huang Juan that didn't belong to him.
In the darkness, Song Dapeng opened his eyes, staring at a certain spot with a hint of hatred in his gaze.
After Huang Juan fell asleep, he sat up and stared coldly at her face.
Song Erni woke up needing to urinate and got up to go to the toilet, only to see her father sitting there staring at her mother with a sinister look in his eyes, which was quite frightening.
Just as she was about to ask, Song Dapeng lay down with his back to her.
Song Erni climbed over to the outhouse, puzzled.
What was her dad doing just now? That's so strange.
However, she forgot about it the next morning.
That morning, when Song Fanxing got up, Fang Jie brought her a bowl of hand-pulled noodles.
An egg was placed on top, along with some greens and scallions.
It looks very appetizing.
Fang Jie smiled and said, "Happy birthday, Xingxing!"
Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua also moved closer to her, "Happy birthday, little sister!"
Song Fanxing was a little confused and didn't react for a moment.
After a long while, she asked uncertainly, "Is today my birthday?"
Fang Jie found it amusing. "Right, you forgot your own birthday? Oh, Mom forgot. You're only four years old, how could you remember your own birthday?"
My daughter is so amazing that she forgets her age.
Song Fanxing is an orphan and doesn't know exactly when she was born; the information on her ID card was filled in randomly.
She never celebrates her birthday, and no one celebrates her birthday.
I woke up to find myself surrounded by three people wishing me a happy birthday.
She was so moved she wanted to cry, and she did cry.
Her crying startled the three of them.
Fang Jie quickly put down the bowl, hugged her tightly, and coaxed her like a precious darling.
Why cry on a happy day?
Song Yaohua made faces at her, trying to cheer her up.
Song Yaohui helplessly grabbed her small hand, his face filled with worry.
Song Fanxing was happy. She sat up from Fang Jie's arms, picked up the hand-pulled noodles and ate them all, even drinking the soup.
"Mom, your noodles are delicious, thank you!"
My heart, which had been lonely for half my life, has been completely healed.
Fang Jie smiled and said, "If you like it, Mom will make it for you often in the future."
Song Fanxing shook her head; she knew that making a bowl of hand-pulled noodles was very time-consuming.
"Mom, all you have to do is cook me a bowl of this every year on my birthday."
Fang Jie always felt sorry for her daughter. The child was too well-behaved and sensible, and occasionally a sadness that did not belong to her age would show in her eyes.
She just wanted to treat her even better.
After the spring planting, Fang Jie had a few days of free time. On this day, she delivered eggs to the supply and marketing cooperative again.
After school, Song Yaohui and Song Yaohua went to gather pig feed.
Song Yaohui worked quickly and soon finished making a basket.
He said to Song Yaohua, "Let's go home."
Song Yaohua had only played half of the game when he saw that it was still early and said, "Brother, you should go back first. I'll play a little longer."
Song Yaohui thought for a moment and said, "Okay, don't stay up too late, that's enough, I'll go home and cook."
"Okay, you should go back now."
When Song Yaohui returned home, he saw Song Fanxing sleeping on the kang (a heated brick bed). Without disturbing her, he went to the kitchen to cook.
After finishing her various tasks in the space, Song Fanxing went to the kitchen.
Seeing that only Song Yaohui was there, she asked, "Big brother, where are second brother?"
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