There was a kerosene lamp lit in the room.
The wind blew in through the crack in the door, the bean-sized lamp swayed, and the room was filled with dim shadows.
Song Huaizhi's eyes were darker than the night. The pitch-black pupils were embedded in his eye sockets, staring fixedly in the direction of Song Desheng.
After a long while, he finally said, "Dad, I'm going to ask you a few questions. Can you answer me truthfully?"
Song Desheng felt uncomfortable when he was stared at.
He hesitated, "You ask."
"First question, the person who brought the news said that Dad had fallen off the winding mountain road and was definitely dead. How did Dad survive?"
Song Desheng was speechless.
There was a ball of cotton in his throat and he couldn't utter a word.
What could he say, that he didn't get on that car at all?
He simply took advantage of the situation and let himself die.
Then, he turned himself into Song Duo, who almost died in the line of duty and escaped death.
He successfully married Tang Man, got a decent job, and settled down in the provincial capital. How could he give up such a life?
He lived in an apartment in the provincial capital with a very high-end kitchen and bathroom, and the Park Hospital was just downstairs.
Look at this place, a mud house, the ground is also made of mud, the walls are drafty, and the roof is probably leaking... He has lived in a place like this for more than 20 years and never wants to come back.
"Huaizhi, Dad has his own reasons..." Song Desheng said with difficulty, "I can't answer this question for now, please change it."
Song Huaizhi said, "The second question is, why didn't Dad come home even though he didn't die?"
"This..." Song Desheng couldn't face his son's dark eyes, "Huaizhi, I really have my reasons. Look, now that I have the chance, I will come back to see you right away. You are my children, how can I not worry about you? But I can't..."
"Third question!" Song Huaizhi interrupted him coldly, "What is the purpose of your return this time?"
Song Desheng immediately said: "I came back just to see you three, to see your mother, and to see if you are doing well."
"You're lying." Song Huaizhi's dark eyes showed a sharp light that didn't match his age. "You said so much, but not a single word was true. You are no longer the same person as the father I remember. So, I support Mom's divorce from you."
He looked at Jiang Wanyue and said, "Mom, I live with you, and Yingzi and Huazi also live with you. Our family will never be separated."
Jiang Wanyue didn't say anything.
She is waiting.
Waiting for Song Huaizhi's answer.
It was not until she heard his definite answer that her heart, which had been hanging in her chest, fell back into her stomach.
Song Huaizhi took a few steps and came to Jiang Wanyue's side, standing in line with her. His attitude was self-evident.
Song Desheng knew that there was no point in talking.
He pursed his lips and said, "Wanyue, divorce and widowhood have the same result. You can marry again and the child will be yours. You...just treat me as dead, as if you have never seen me, as if I have not come back from the dead, and this is over between us..."
"Oh!"
Jiang Wanyue sneered.
"Unless you are truly widowed, I think you must be completely divorced from a spouse like you who occasionally resurrects and disgusts people."
Song Desheng shook his head: "Don't force me, you know, I can't do it..."
"You refuse to get a divorce because you're afraid that the fact that you're not dead will be exposed, and that the Tang family will give up on you, right?" Jiang Wanyue's lips curled up into a mocking smile, "You can't have the best of both worlds, and you can't have your cake and eat it too. It's impossible for you to have all the good things in the world. Don't you think that's right?"
Song Desheng begged, "Give me two more years, just two years, okay?"
Jiang Wanyue turned around and said, "Huaizhi, go call your grandparents over."
Song Huaizhi nodded and ran away.
Song Desheng stood there without moving.
He felt guilty towards his family and really wanted to see his parents.
He believed that his parents would definitely stand on his side and help persuade Jiang Wanyue.
So, he didn't stop it.
At this time, it was almost half past nine, and the old couple of the Song family had already gone to bed.
When she heard the knock on the door and her grandson say that her fourth son was not dead, Zhou Xiugui thought she was dreaming.
It was not until Song Huaizhi grabbed his grandparents' hands, dragged them to the door of the house, walked into the yard, and saw the person standing in the main room that Song Dahai and Zhou Xiugui were completely stunned.
"Desheng?"
"Is it Desheng?"
Zhou Xiugui walked into the room tremblingly and touched Song Desheng's shoulder, touching it from top to bottom.
Then he burst into tears.
"Desheng, you are such a heartless person. If you were alive, why didn't you come back earlier? Do you know how painful it is for an old person to send off a young person..."
Song Dahai's eyes also turned red: "When it's daybreak, I'll go to the ancestral graves to worship and thank the ancestors for their blessings!"
Zhou Xiugui nodded: "Quick, Huaizhi, call your uncles over. They are worried about you, their brother. We need to tell everyone the good news as soon as possible..."
"Don't!" Song Desheng hurriedly spoke up to stop him, "Dad, Mom, I am an unfilial son. Although I am alive, I cannot be with you for the time being. I have things I have to do. I came back tonight just to see you. I will be relieved if you are healthy."
"What do you mean?" Zhou Xiugui came to her senses and said, "What do you mean you have to do something? Tell me clearly what it is!"
"Huaizhi, go in and see your brothers and sisters." Jiang Wanyue sent her son away and then made it clear, "Dad, Mom, he is too embarrassed to say it, so let me say it..."
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