"Thank you, Mom!"
Song Lan did not refuse Li Jumei's kindness.
"No need to thank me, these are from my own garden and cost nothing. I'll take some back with you so we don't have to waste them at home."
Li Jumei waved her hand casually.
...
Village entrance.
Qin Boyan and Song Qingbin stood side by side, each pushing a bicycle, while Song Lan said goodbye to Song Sanhe and his wife.
"Mom, you, Dad, and Second Brother should go back now. We're leaving now."
"good."
Li Jumei responded verbally, but she, Song Sanhe, and Song Qinghui remained standing still, watching Qin Boyan and Song Lan, and Song Qingbin and Song Guoqing ride away on their bicycles.
After a moment, Song Sanhe looked away and said, "Let's go back."
Li Jumei hummed in agreement, then glared at Song Qinghui and said, "You're the only one in the family who's always idle. Tell me, what do you even want to do? You don't work properly, and you don't even find yourself a job. I'm really worried about you!"
"mom!"
Song Qinghui felt like his ears were about to grow calluses. He looked at his elderly mother with a resentful gaze: "You know I haven't been wandering around outside lately. Besides, I work half a day every day. How can you say I'm not working properly? And I'm not idle on the other half of the day either!"
Is working half a day considered "working properly"?
Li Jumei glared: "Not to mention that the work points you get for half a day's work are less than those of a seven or eight-year-old child. I'm ashamed to say it."
"Slow and steady wins the race. I earn three work points in half a day, and in my opinion, it's not shameful at all."
Song Qinghui looked unconvinced: "Besides, my most important thing right now is to learn the kung fu my sister taught me and improve my education. When the recruitment notice comes from here, I will sign up to join the army. This is the path my sister has arranged for me. Mom, you're not trying to hold me back, are you?"
"You always have so many excuses."
With a curt remark, Li Jumei turned and walked home with Song Sanhe.
Seeing this, Song Qinghui breathed a sigh of relief and slowly followed behind.
Suddenly, a "ring-a-ling" sound came from behind the three of them.
Standing by the roadside, the three of them turned their heads at the same time and saw a woman with a familiar yet unfamiliar "pig's head face" riding a women's bicycle towards them. To be precise, she rode past them.
"Song Jiaojiao?"
Song Qinghui tentatively called out Song Jiaojiao's name, and the next moment, he saw a woman with a pig-headed face riding a bicycle looking at him. He immediately knew in his heart that this was Song Jiaojiao.
"Stop right there!"
Before Song Jiaojiao could speak, his voice rang out again.
"What are you doing?"
Because her cheeks were so swollen that Song Jiaojiao's eyes were almost squeezed into slits, she gripped the brakes and got out of the car, looking at Song Qinghui with great dissatisfaction.
"Hahaha……"
Unexpectedly, Song Qinghui burst into laughter. He pointed at Song Jiaojiao and said, "Your accent, hahaha..." Song Jiaojiao's current pig-like appearance and her awkward accent made it impossible for Song Qinghui to stop laughing.
"Are you smiling?"
Song Jiaojiao tried her best to speak clearly, but her face was swollen, and she couldn't control her pronunciation.
"Shouldn't you be laughed at?"
Suppressing his laughter, Song Qinghui said, "Look at your pig-headed face. You dare to ride your bike around like that? Do you think you look good now?"
As the sound faded, he burst into laughter again.
Song Sanhe and his wife stood to the side, not saying a word, just looking at Song Jiaojiao calmly.
After hearing what Song Qinghui said, Song Jiaojiao hurriedly touched her face and found that the veil covering her face had been blown off by the wind at some point and had now fallen to her chest. If it hadn't been tied at the back of her head, it would probably have been blown away by the wind long ago.
In an instant, Song Jiaojiao screamed. She wanted to cover her face, but one hand was still gripping the handlebars. She really couldn't show herself in front of anyone, so she shouted at Song Qinghui, "Don't look at me! You're not allowed to look at me!"
Holding the handlebars with her left hand to prevent the bicycle from hitting the ground, and raising her right hand to cover her face, Song Jiaojiao looked quite disheveled.
"You think we want to see your pig-faced face?"
Song Qinghui's laughter stopped abruptly. He said coldly, "Listen to me carefully. If you dare to speak rudely to my sister again, see how I deal with you!"
"I'm your sister!"
Song Jiaojiao shouted out.
"Pah! You ungrateful wretch, how dare you call yourself my sister?"
Song Qinghui spat on the ground and said, "From childhood to adulthood, who in my family has ever treated you badly? When there's something good to eat, Mom, Dad, my older brother, and I always think of giving it to you first. Even my younger brother always gives in to you. And yet, you suddenly turn your back on us and bully my sister. Song Jiaojiao, have you lost your conscience?"
"I...I don't have Qihoo, it's her Qihoo nest..."
Originally, Song Jiaojiao wanted to stay in the dormitory of the educated youth to let her face recover, but applying cold water was not very effective. Since there was no clinic in the village, she had to borrow Yuan Xiaoya's bicycle to go to the town clinic to buy ointment so that her face could recover to normal as soon as possible.
To avoid the strange looks from passersby, she took out a purple scarf from her luggage to cover her face, but... but she never expected that the scarf, which had been on her face the whole way to town, would fall off and fall to her chest on the way back.
Could it be that she was so engrossed in thinking while riding her bike that she didn't notice her scarf had come loose?
That must be it!
Otherwise, would she have been ridiculed so loudly by Song Qinghui?!
That's right, the women's bicycle that Song Jiaojiao was riding was bought by Yuan Xiaoya. After all, her family was well-off, and she was the daughter of a wealthy family. She not only had a lot of money, but also a lot of various kinds of banknotes and bills.
Therefore, upon learning that the town's supply and marketing cooperative sold bicycles, I bought one without hesitation to make my daily commute more convenient.
"I believe I have never wronged you, but what you did has chilled my heart. However, since you have no connection with our family anymore, I hope you will stop saying such nonsense in front of my Lanlan..."
Li Jumei finally spoke. Hearing what she said, Song Jiaojiao opened her mouth but didn't utter a sound. Then Li Jumei continued, "You know I have a bad temper. If you don't take what I said today to heart..."
Don't blame me for finding the educated youth compound; I'll show you what this woman, known as a shrew by the villagers, can do!
After speaking, Li Jumei told Song Sanhe and Song Qinghui to leave.
"You ungrateful wretch!"
As Song Qinghui was leaving, he uttered a remark, his eyes revealing undisguised disdain.
Watching the three figures disappear into the distance, Song Jiaojiao was both angry and resentful. She got on her bike and, without thinking, charged straight at Song Qinghui from behind.
Hearing the sound behind him, Song Qinghui turned around abruptly and saw Song Jiaojiao riding her bicycle toward him with a look of resentment in her eyes. He quickly pulled Song Sanhe and Li Jumei to the farmland by the roadside.
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