Chapter 38 "Bloodline Suppression"
"Yun Cheng." Lin Zhao's eyes were filled with a faint smile. The setting sun shone on her, making her look particularly beautiful.
"Sister Zhaozhao?" Song Yuncheng exclaimed in surprise.
After saying this, she stepped aside to let Lin Zhao in, turned her head toward the house, and said loudly, "Mom, my sister Zhao Zhao is here."
Uncle Song had two sons, one named Song Yuncheng and the other named Song Yunjin. Both were younger than Lin Zhao, one was seventeen and the other fifteen.
Aunt Song heard the voice and hurried out. When she saw Lin Zhao, she was stunned for a moment, with mixed emotions in her eyes. She couldn't help but sneer, "I'm glad you still remember which way the door of your house opens."
There was an unspeakable complaint in his tone.
How can I not complain?
She and Old Song did not treat their niece Lin Zhao badly. They gave her whatever they ate and even cooked an egg for her from time to time.
The best bed in the house is for her.
When she was growing taller, Old Song ordered goat milk for her, even Yun Cheng and Yun Jin didn't have any.
Her uncle was so tired from working the night shift that he still found time to pick her up...
But what about her?
He hasn’t visited me since we got married. How many years has it been? ?
It’s been several years! ! !
Old Song doesn't say anything, but he always frets at night and tosses and turns and can't sleep.
After all, she is the girl you have raised in your home since she was a child, and she is no different from your biological child. If the child doesn't visit you for one or two years, and you don't see her for three or four years, how can you not feel disappointed? !
Lin Zhao stuffed the thing into Yun Cheng's arms, walked towards Aunt Song, and hugged her affectionately.
"This is my house, how could I not know which way the door opens?"
The girl's voice was sweet and soft, and she smelled fragrant. Aunt Song's erection softened, but her mouth was merciless, "Little liar."
"You say this is your home, but I haven't seen you come here for a few years. What's wrong? You don't even recognize your uncle after you got married? You are such a heartless bad girl."
Having said that, he didn't push Lin Zhao hard.
Song Yuncheng caught a glimpse of his mother's expression and sighed inwardly, thinking that she had said such harsh things before.
...If you don’t want to come, then don’t come. If you come, I will kick you out!
You should hurry up!
Noticing her son's gaze, Aunt Song felt embarrassed and pushed Lin Zhao away, "You are already an adult, and you still hug me all the time. Don't you think it's cheesy?"
As he spoke, he stood up and made malted milk for Lin Zhao.
Song Yuncheng curled his lips.
Noticing that Sister Zhao Zhao's eyes were on him, he snorted heavily, crossed his arms and leaned against the cabinet, complaining: "My mother is so partial. Who is the biological child?"
Lin Zhao glanced at him, "Although I am not their biological child, my uncle and aunt treat me well, and I also have a share in their care."
The young man rolled his eyes and said with a hint of complaint, "Yun Jin and I will take care of my parents in their old age. As for you, if you are willing, come over more often. My parents miss you."
"I will definitely come here often." Lin Zhao said good-temperedly.
Song Yuncheng felt that Sister Zhaozhao had become a different person. He looked at her with a strange expression and was about to say something when Aunt Song came out carrying an enamel pot.
Without saying a word, he placed it in front of Lin Zhao.
She was still angry.
"Wow, it's malted milk. Thank you, aunt." Lin Zhao smiled sweetly, her eyes and eyebrows were full of smiles, and her tone softened unconsciously.
Aunt Song still didn't say anything and didn't look at her.
Lin Zhao seemed not to notice her deliberate distance, and sat next to her, saying happily, "Aunt, I have a job!"
Aunt Song then looked at her and asked several questions, "Where do you work? Have you started working? Are you tired?"
"I'm a salesperson at the supply and marketing cooperative. I just started working yesterday. I'm not tired." Lin Zhao answered her aunt's questions one by one, hugged her arm intimately, and said coquettishly, "I knew that my aunt cared about me..."
Aunt Song pulled her arms away to prevent her from hugging her, but she was hugged so tightly that she almost laughed out of anger.
Pinch Lin Zhao's face.
"You are such a pretty girl, who taught you to be so shameless? Don't you feel embarrassed?"
Lin Zhao shook her head innocently, "I don't know."
After teasing for a while, she said seriously, "I just know that it's normal for my aunt to be angry with me. It was indeed my fault for not visiting her for several years."
"I know I was wrong. Aunt, can you please stop arguing with me and forgive me this time?"
Aunt Song loved Lin Zhao to begin with, and the little girl spoke softly to her, which melted a little bit of the ice in her heart.
Pat her hands.
The hard voice softened.
"Being a salesperson at a supply and marketing cooperative is a good job, and it's one you like. Now that you're in, do your job well."
The fact that she was willing to say this showed that she no longer cared.
Lin Zhao's heart, which had been hanging in the air all the way, finally settled down. She raised her hand and dragged out the things she had brought with her, taking them out one by one.
"Aunt, this is what I brought for you and uncle. They're all food. Now that I have a job and can earn money, I can't come empty-handed. I hope you like it."
Aunt Song knew that life in the countryside was hard, so she was unwilling to accept her things, saying, "We don't need anything at home..."
How can there be no shortage? Even though my uncle and aunt are both working and have salaries and bills every month, they are still supporting two young boys. The older one is getting married in two years, and the younger one is still in school, so the pressure is not small.
"I don't care." Lin Zhao interrupted Aunt Song.
"..." This is very obvious.
Aunt Song's eyes were filled with helplessness, "You are still so willful."
Lin Zhao replied in high spirits, "You guys spoiled me."
She took everything out.
Meat, eggs, white noodles, a sausage, two apples...they are all very good things, and any one of them is hard to buy.
"Why did you bring so many things?" Aunt Song was surprised and said disapprovingly, "Yuncheng, pack up the things. Zhaozhao, you take them back for Dazi and the others to eat."
Thinking that he hadn't seen the older kids for nearly a year, he said, "When you are on vacation, bring the older kids here. Your uncle misses them very much."
Song Yuncheng was squatting beside the small wooden table, listening to his mother packing up, when he was stopped by Lin Zhao.
"Stop pretending. Get out of here." Lin Zhao glared at him and said in a threatening tone, "Can I take back the things I brought? Don't make me hit you."
She said that she really beat people. When Uncle Song and Aunt Song went to work, Lin Zhao was looking after the two naughty brothers Song Yuncheng and Song Yunjin. She had a bad temper, and the two naughty brothers had been beaten many times.
They are afraid of Lin Zhao.
Bloodline suppression is not just talk.
Song Yuncheng withdrew his hand and sat back obediently, being as well behaved as possible.
When he sat back down, he realized that he had been fooled and was speechless for a moment.
No, why should he feel guilty? The one who should feel guilty is his sister!
"..." Aunt Song glared at her son.
A loser.
Song Yuncheng was unmoved. Humph, his mother is biased. Whatever he does is wrong.
"Have you eaten?" Aunt Song looked at Lin Zhao and asked her.
Lin Zhao said, "I just ate a little. I'm not that hungry. I'll eat when I get back."
"I'll ask Yuncheng to bring you lunch at noon from now on." Aunt Song glanced at the things on the table and said in a tone that did not allow for refusal.
Song Yuncheng didn't dare to object, "Okay, whatever mom says is fine."
"No, I'll bring my own food..." Lin Zhao was halfway through her words when Aunt Song interrupted her, "Why bring food? The food you bring is not fresh, especially in the hot summer. What if you get sick from eating it?"
"Yun Cheng has to eat anyway, so adding more rice won't affect anything, or...you say you treat this place as your home but you're not really close to us in your heart?"
Hearing her aunt say this, Lin Zhao quickly denied it, "No way."
Seeing Aunt Song staring at her, she hesitated for a moment and simply agreed, "Then I'll brazenly agree. I'll bring rations tomorrow."
"Okay." Aunt Song said, "Would you like to stay and eat with us later?"
"Not today. I didn't tell my family because I was afraid my eldest sons would be waiting anxiously." Lin Zhao explained with a smile while drinking the malted milk prepared by her aunt.
"That's right." Aunt Song didn't force him. He could eat at any time. She then asked, "Are the older kids taken care of by your mother-in-law?"
"Yes, their grandmother is taking care of them. I'm relieved." Gu's mother was diligent, clean, and caring. Lin Zhao was relieved to have her take care of the children.
"Your in-laws are good." Aunt Song praised the Gu family's character and smiled at Lin Zhao, "You have good taste."
"Aunt, you're smiling. Do you not blame me anymore?" Lin Zhao smiled, tilted her body, and put her face close to Aunt Song.
Aunt Song patted her hands and sighed, "As an elder, how can I really care about a child I have watched grow up? What happened in the past is in the past. When you work in the county, please come and visit often. Your uncle misses you."
She is also thinking about it.
"good."
Lin Zhao did not stay long at her uncle's house and said goodbye and left at around five o'clock.
Aunt Song was worried that it would be dangerous for her to go back too late, so she didn't stop her and said to Song Yuncheng, "Yuncheng, go borrow Lao Zhao's bicycle and take your sister home."
"Hey!" Song Yuncheng immediately went out to borrow a bicycle.
The Song family also had a bicycle, but it was taken away by Uncle Song.
Soon, Song Yuncheng borrowed a bicycle, and Aunt Song took a soft cushion and tied it to the back seat of the bicycle.
"Drive slowly on the road." Aunt Song reminded loudly, with smiles in her eyes.
Lin Zhao jumped into the car and waved at her, "Aunt, go back. I'll come to see you and uncle tomorrow."
Facing the sunset, two people in a car left.
Aunt Song turned around and went home.
The factory’s staff housing complex has five floors, and the Song family lives in a corner unit on the third floor.
There is no privacy in this building. If a relative comes to visit, the news will spread immediately.
"Old Song's, that was... your Old Song's niece, her name is Zhaozhao, right?" The Song family's neighbor had just got off work and stood nearby watching for a long time before asking.
"It's Zhaozhao. The little girl got a job as a salesperson in the supply and marketing cooperative. She came to tell me and her uncle." Aunt Song smiled.
"Joined the supply and marketing cooperative?" The neighbor was shocked. "This is a good company. I didn't expect that she would become a salesperson without saying anything. This is a good job and it suits her."
At this time, a resident on the second floor who was at odds with Aunt Song appeared, twisted his mouth, revealed a sarcastic expression, and said sarcastically: "Becoming a salesperson, so what? It's still not a big deal."
"That girl hasn't been to your house for a few years. She suddenly shows up now. She must be trying to take advantage of you. Be careful that you will be left with nothing but your pants."
She wanted to marry her niece to Song Yuncheng, but was rejected by Aunt Song. After that, she gossiped about the Song family all day long.
The Song family was diligent and down-to-earth, so there was nothing much to say. They just used Lin Zhao to attack them, always saying that Old Song and Old Song's wife were stupid and had raised an ungrateful person...
In recent years, Song Jiake has been the target of much ridicule and mockery by many people in the factory.
Aunt Song ignored her and walked upstairs with her neighbor. As they walked, she said with emotion, "My Zhao Zhao has grown up. It's really heartwarming."
The neighbor was very cooperative, "What's wrong?"
"The girl came to see me and her uncle with things eagerly on the second day after she started working. She brought noodles, two pounds of meat, two big apples, a sausage, and more than twenty eggs. I even suspected that she had moved all the good things from home. What else did she say? She said that she would take care of me and her uncle in our old age..." Aunt Song smiled, and traces of time appeared in the corners of her eyes.
"I have two sons, so why do I need a little girl like her to take care of me in my old age? But the child is thoughtful, and it warms my heart."
The neighbors know best how well Mr. and Mrs. Song treat their niece; they treat her like their own daughter.
Lin Zhao hadn't visited her for several years, and she had been complaining in her heart, thinking that the girl had no conscience.
Hearing that Lin Zhao brought so many things, he was very surprised and happy for the old Song couple.
"People say that where the money is, the heart is; where the things are, the love is. I have not raised you in vain."
Aunt Song smiled even more, "I never felt that I raised her in vain. Zhao Zhao was the child that Old Song and I watched grow up. We all know what she is like. There must be a reason why she hasn't visited us for a few years."
"At that time, the temporary job that Lao Song found for her left. In order to reduce the burden on the family, she married herself. Less than a year after her marriage, she became pregnant again, and had two children, four babies.
We are all women and we know how tiring it is to raise a child. How could we have the time to come to the county? Look, Zhao Zhao is here now that the child is older. There is no ungrateful person in our Song family. "
She said this quietly, and several people in the family building heard it and nodded in agreement.
"Yes, yes, raising children is exhausting. I didn't expect that your niece already has four children. She is such a blessing." The aunt whose daughter-in-law hasn't gotten pregnant for three years said enviously.
"Mr. Song, your niece has joined the supply and marketing cooperative. It's easy to deal with defective products, right? We are all acquaintances. If there is any, please give us a favor."
…
Aunt Song agreed casually and walked home.
After arriving home, the smile never faded.
So refreshing!
The depression that was blocking my heart has finally dissipated!
Collect the things Zhaozhao brought, put out the two pounds of meat and the noodles, and take them to the public kitchen.
When the neighbor saw the meat in her hand, which weighed two kilograms, he immediately asked, "Did your niece bring this meat?"
"Of course not. The meat coupons at home have been used up. If Zhaozhao wasn't filial, his uncle wouldn't be able to eat meat today." Aunt Song stood beside her processing the meat, her eyes full of smiles.
She washed some vegetables, cut some tofu, carrots, etc., and cut a piece of meat to stir-fry together.
Suddenly.
The fragrance is everywhere.
The whole building could smell it.
The child cried out for meat because of the delicious smell.
The adults shouted angrily: "What meat are you eating? Eat meat. Where did you get the meat ticket? If you make trouble again, I will beat you to death!"
"Wow!!!!" Violent cries came one after another.
Uncle Song, who had just returned to the family building, looked confused.
Until someone told him that Zhao Zhao was here.
He locked his bicycle, walked quickly upstairs, pushed the door open, and looked around, with an implicit expectation in his eyes that he hid well.
I was so focused on my niece that I even ignored the rich smell of food in the house.
Aunt Song said, "You're back, let's eat."
Uncle Song sat down, and within half a minute, he couldn't help but ask, "Just the two of us?"
"What else?" Aunt Song put the dishes in place, tried hard not to laugh, and pretended not to notice what he was thinking.
Uncle Song finally couldn't help asking, "Didn't they say Zhao Zhao is here? Where is she?"
"Pfft!!" Aunt Song laughed out loud.
"..." Uncle Song looked at her without saying anything.
After laughing, Aunt Song said, "She went back. She said she didn't tell her family and she was in a hurry to go home to see her children. I asked Yun Cheng to take her there."
Uncle Song nodded.
"Eat noodles." Aunt Song said, "This meat and noodles were sent by Zhao Zhao. You have to eat more today."
Uncle Song felt warm in his heart, but then he thought of Zhaozhao who was in the countryside and had a hard time getting a meal of meat, and as an uncle he started to worry again.
"I remember there are a few cans of meat at home. I'll send them to Zhao Zhao someday."
"You think I didn't give it to you?" Aunt Song rolled her eyes at him. "Zhao Zhao refused."
Then he laughed again, "I have good news for you..."
When I woke up, the sky was falling! ! !
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