It just snowed in Xiaojing Brigade.
The brigade organized people to clear the snow on the road. The flat concrete road was very wide, comparable to that of big cities.
There is a stone tablet on the side of the road, with the names of people who donated money for road construction written on it. Among them, Jiang Wanyue's name is at the top.
Song Desheng stood in front of the stone tablet with his luggage for a long time, with a bitter smile on his face.
Back then, in order to become a city dweller, he abandoned his wife and children and married Tang Man...
I thought that I would be successful from then on.
Who could have thought that in the end he would return home in disgrace, while his ex-wife would become a nationally famous figure.
Every day and night, every minute and every second of these years have been spent in regret.
At this time, a group of people from the team came over happily, and several of them looked at him with strange eyes.
"This person looks a little unfamiliar. Is he not from our Xiaojing Brigade?"
"It's indeed a new face. He must be visiting relatives. Comrade, which family are you going to?"
Faced with the enthusiastic villagers' inquiries, Song Desheng could only bite the bullet and answer: "I am Desheng, my father is Song Dahai."
"The fourth son of the Song family, Song Desheng?"
"I haven't been back since I divorced Director Jiang. Why are you back home now?"
"Desheng, why didn't you bring your new wife with you when you came back?"
During the Chinese New Year, the villagers had nothing to do, so they liked to gossip about other people. Song Desheng's return home was undoubtedly a huge piece of gossip, and everyone present showed excitement on their faces.
Song Desheng pursed his lips and said, "She and I have divorced."
"Wow, the second wife is also divorced?"
"You can't do this. Why do you marry one and divorce one?"
"We've never seen a divorce in our Xiaojing Brigade, and you've been divorced twice..."
"You came back this time, aren't you planning to remarry our Director Jiang?"
Song Desheng looked very embarrassed when his thoughts were exposed.
He stammered, "You guys are busy, I'll go back first."
"Hey, don't go. We're from the same village. We haven't seen each other for so many years. Let's chat again."
"Why did he run away so suddenly? I wanted to ask him what his plans were for the future. Could he really remarry Director Jiang?"
"Director Jiang has been running the factory, studying and raising children for many years. He has finally made it. Is he here to pick the fruits?"
"How can such a scumbag be worthy of our factory director? Ugh!"
Song Desheng ran away, leaving all these people's discussions behind him.
He ran to the door of the Song family in one breath.
He hadn't been back for four or five years, and the house he remembered was no longer there. Instead, there was a red brick house with transparent glass inlaid on the windows, which made it very bright.
He saw his old father and mother standing in the main room, laughing and talking, surrounded by a group of children.
Although he hadn't seen them for more than four years, he was able to recognize the three children.
Song Huaizhi, his eldest son, is fifteen years old this year. I heard that he was admitted to Beijing University. He is very outstanding and is his pride.
Song Yunying, his eldest daughter, is thirteen years old this year and is already in her third year of high school. She will take the college entrance examination next summer. I heard that she will be able to be admitted to Huaqing University or Peking University.
Song Huazhi, his youngest son, was nine years old this year. He was in his mischievous age, smiling and making trouble in the house...
"Why is there someone standing outside?" Song Huazhi pointed out the window while eating a White Rabbit candy, "Grandpa and grandma, is he looking for you?"
Song Dahai turned his head and was stunned.
Zhou Xiugui looked outside and stood up from her chair in shock: "Why are you back?"
That year, after Lao Si and Wanyue divorced, he only came back once during the Spring Festival. Since then, he never returned to Xiaojing Brigade again. In a blink of an eye, four or five years have passed.
Over the years, they seemed to have forgotten about their son.
"father!"
"mother!"
Song Desheng dropped his luggage and knelt on the ground.
"I am an unfilial son! I kowtow to my parents!"
His head was banging against the wall.
Song Dahai's hands began to tremble.
Zhou Xiugui's tears were rolling down her cheeks. She said word by word with a cold face, "When you did such a bastard thing, the Song family opened an ancestral hall and removed your name from the family tree. You are no longer a member of the Song family, nor are you my son. Get out!"
After Jiang Wanyue was admitted to Beijing University, her mother-in-law followed her to Beijing, where she took care of their three children, sent them to school every day, bought groceries and cooked... After four years in Beijing, when she speaks now, there is still a Beijing accent in her voice, which mixed with the dialect of Xiaojing Brigade, has a unique flavor.
Song Desheng's face was filled with tears: "Mom and Dad, I know I was wrong, very wrong. All these years, I didn't come back to see you and the children because I wanted to make money, lots of money, to make up for my mistakes! Please give me another chance!"
"I'm sorry, but the last thing our family lacks is money." Song Huaizhi's face was cold, "You are not welcome here, please leave."
His mother's factory grew bigger and bigger, and it had already expanded to Beijing and even abroad. Money was just a number to his family.
Besides, even if his family was poor, he would not accept money from this man.
He is already fifteen years old and is in college. If he wants money, he can just earn it himself. It is not difficult.
"Huaizhi, you have grown up, really grown up!" Song Desheng's hands were shaking. "No matter how you deny it, it cannot change the fact that I am your father. You have read a lot of books, and you should know that no one is perfect. As long as you make a mistake and are willing to correct it, why can't you accept me as your father?"
"Because we will have a new father soon." Song Yunying had a smile on her face, but her words were undoubtedly like a sharp knife stabbing into his chest. Her voice was very sweet, "When mom is done with her work, she will get engaged to her new father. If you want to attend the engagement party, I can give you an invitation."
Song Desheng's face was full of disbelief: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
"It's true." Song Dahai said, "I've met that kid a few times. He's mature and steady. Most importantly, he's devoted to Wanyue. That's the most precious sincerity."
Song Desheng looked dazed: "She lives in our Song family and is the daughter-in-law of the Song family. It is also because the Song family has a foothold in Xiaojing Brigade that she can marry someone else..."
“Bang!”
Zhou Xiugui slapped him in the face: "Why? Why do you say that? Just because the man is sincere to her, as long as she is willing, she can marry him! As for what you said, she was able to gain a foothold in the brigade because of the Song family. This is really ridiculous. If it weren't for Wanyue, the whole village of Xiaojing Brigade would still be digging for food in the fields! This house is also the homestead under Wanyue's name. It has nothing to do with you!"
"Grandma, why are you saying so much to him?" Song Huazhi hugged Zhou Xiugui, "Everyone in the village has gone to pick up mom and new dad, so let's go too!"
Song Dahai nodded: "Hurry up, don't delay!"
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