Ruan Qingling followed behind Song Shiting.
The two walked one after the other.
Song Shiting returned, carrying a large bag in one hand and holding his daughter in the other.
Ya Ya still remembers her father.
She wrapped her arms around Song Shiting's neck and blew air into his ear.
"No...no...no..."
Song Shiting was busy with both hands and didn't have time to pull his daughter's hand away, so he could only let Ya Ya make a mess of things.
Watching Song Shiting's helpless yet doting attitude towards his daughter from behind, Ruan Qingling suddenly felt that life as a family of three wasn't so bad.
As soon as the two returned home, Song Shiting quickly put his daughter down.
However, Ya Ya was already very sleepy, and after playing all the way home, she had already fallen asleep on Song Shiting's shoulder.
Ruan Qingling asked, "Have you eaten?"
Song Shiting shook his head: "Not yet."
It wasn't easy for him to come back; he still made a great journey back.
Ruan Qingling said, "I haven't eaten yet either. I'll go and make something simple to eat."
Song Shiting said, "There are some vermicelli and cured meat in the package, which were given to me by a friend. I'll take them out and cook something."
Ruan Qingling went over to take a look.
Song Shiting brought back a lot of food this time, including many tin cans. She only glanced at the top and found a can of milk powder.
Ruan Qingling casually said, "Yaya already has formula, why are you buying more?"
Song Shiting said, "It was a gift from a friend."
Ruan Qingling: "..."
So, all these things were gifts from others?
Song Shiting didn't bring any gifts for anyone when he went out!
"You gave away so much?"
Song Shiting: "Some were gifts from others, and some I bought."
He probably didn't make any money while he was away, right?
How could you buy so many?
However, feeling hungry, Ruan Qingling didn't look around or say much, and quickly went to get something to eat.
Song Shiting rolled up his sleeves and followed, saying, "What do you need to do? I'll do it."
Ruan Qingling glanced at him, nodded, and said, "Then let's find some green vegetables. It's getting late, let's cook some glass noodles."
Song Shiting nodded, glanced at the stove and saw no vegetables, so he took a flashlight and went outside.
Ruan Qingling boiled water and cut meat.
Make whatever ingredients you have.
In an era where even having enough to eat is a problem, she couldn't afford to be picky.
Song Shiting returned quickly after going out, bringing a bunch of green vegetables.
Ruan Qingling fried the meat and vermicelli, then blanched the vegetables, scooped them out, and put them in a bowl.
Pour the broth over it, and it's done quickly.
A bowl of noodle soup is all you need.
Watching her nimble movements, Song Shiting reached out and placed the noodle soup on the table.
The room was quiet when the two sat down.
My daughter is asleep.
Now it's just the two of them left.
Ruan Qingling was hungry, so she quickly drank a sip of soup.
Song Shiting waited for her to take a couple of bites before saying, "I'm not leaving again this time."
Ruan Qingling looked up at him and felt a pang of regret.
But there's not much I can say.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Song Shiting felt that she wasn't very interested in his affairs.
Should we tell you about the arrangements for this trip back?
He lowered his head and drank his noodle soup.
Just when everyone thought Song Shiting would continue the conversation, Ruan Qingling ate most of a bowl of noodle soup, but Song Shiting still didn't say anything.
She glanced at Song Shiting and asked, "Do you plan to stay in the village from now on?"
Then I might as well go back to my workplace.
When Song Shiting heard her ask, he said, "No, I have a new job. I'm going to work in town."
Ruan Qingling's eyes lit up, and she immediately asked, "What kind of job is it? Is there a dormitory?"
Song Shiting could tell from her eyes that she didn't like the countryside.
"You'll be working at the police station. Specific details will be arranged after you take office."
Ruan Qingling wants to leave Songjia'ao.
If Song Shiting leaves here, can she and Ya Ya leave with him?
She wanted to leave this place, and now she could only rely on Song Shiting.
When do you start work?
Song Shiting said, "These next few days are fine. I'm thinking of taking care of things at home first tomorrow."
Ruan Qingling looked at him, asking what needed to be done at home.
"Is there anything else going on at home these past few days?" Song Shiting asked.
Ruan Qingling: "You're talking about your parents' family?"
She felt a surge of anger whenever that family was mentioned.
Her gaze involuntarily drifted to his shoulder.
When he was so young, Wang Guihua could burn a child's shoulder with fire tongs, but now she beats her two grandsons.
Ruan Qingling felt even more strongly that Song Shiting's background was somewhat problematic.
"Their affairs are not our own family's affairs."
Song Shiting looked at her and said, "We've separated our families. This is our real home now."
Ruan Qingling thought he couldn't tell the difference himself.
A bowl of rice noodle soup warms the stomach.
Hearing this again, Ruan Qingling felt much better and asked, "Have you been applying the medicine all this time? How's the scar?"
Song Shiting said, "They've been taking medicine and are much better now."
Ruan Qingling: "Pull your clothes up so I can see."
Song Shiting reached out and lifted his clothes.
The marks on my hands have faded considerably.
The scars on my body have faded a bit and are not very noticeable, but overall I still look good.
Ruan Qingling said, "You still need to take the medicine. I'll get you some more later."
At this point, she said, "By the way, about who asked for medicine last time, I've made some these past few days, about two pounds."
Song Shiting said, "I'll go to town in a couple of days to bring it over. Have you decided how much you want to charge?"
Ruan Qingling still doesn't know how much money she's going to charge.
She said, "It shouldn't be less than twenty yuan per jin. You decide."
Song Shiting nodded: "Okay."
Ruan Qingling thought they would quietly gaze at each other that night, but Song Shiting said he had to go out for a while.
She guessed that Song Shiting wouldn't go up the mountain to hunt tonight, so there was no need to go to bed early.
She didn't say much.
Upon emerging, Song Shiting immediately embarked on a major undertaking.
...
Song Bo plans to go to the city to see a doctor tomorrow.
So he was looking for money that night.
He forced Mrs. Ma to hand over all the money in her house.
But when Song Bo looked at all the belongings that had been searched in his house, he found that he only had four yuan in total.
His face turned dark.
Song Bo was originally an idle person who was unwilling to make money.
Now, when something happens, they naturally can't come up with the money and just keep blaming Ma for not knowing how to manage a household.
They can't do any work either.
He married a good-for-nothing who only knows how to eat and doesn't know how to earn work points.
The insults were so harsh that Mrs. Ma almost couldn't take it.
Ms. Ma married him and gave birth to two children in two years, living a life as fast as a spinning top.
One person has to work and take care of two children.
Song Bo only exerts himself in bed; he ignores everything else.
Now that he's broke, he only blames women.
After cursing, Song Bo felt it wasn't enough, so he went to find money.
So I left home.
only.
He only took two steps.
Then she screamed like a ghost! Hearing the sound, Ma rushed out from inside, but there was no one in sight.
Because there are trees nearby, everything is blurry in the dark.
She called out twice, "Song Bo, Song Bo?"
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