Three days passed, and Aunt Tian and Chen Cong returned one evening.
At that moment, Bu Ling and Wu Yuanyuan turned into the alley and saw Aunt Tian and Chen Cong, grandmother and grandson, in front of them.
Bu Ling immediately called out, "Aunt Tian, Cong Cong."
The two figures, one tall and one short, paused, then turned around simultaneously. Upon seeing Bu Ling, the eyes of the grandfather and grandson both curved into smiles.
"Xiao Bu, Yuan Yuan."
"Sister Buling, Sister Yuanyuan."
Wu Yuanyuan and Bu Ling walked forward hand in hand: "Aunt Tian, you're back? How did things go?"
Wu Yuanyuan looked at Aunt Tian's face and found that her complexion was okay, but her eyes looked a little tired.
Aunt Tian waved her hand, turned around, and continued walking into the yard. "That's how it is. Congcong's mother is dying. She saw Congcong one last time and passed away not long afterward."
After she finished speaking, she paused, then looked at the two young women and said earnestly, "When it comes to marriage, the original spouse is always the best."
Bu Ling and Wu Yuanyuan exchanged a glance, and then Wu Yuanyuan asked, "Aunt Tian, what's wrong? Why do you say that?"
Aunt Tian sighed deeply: "This Congcong's mother said that she had a severe hemorrhage during childbirth, but in reality, her husband kicked her in the stomach, causing the baby to be born prematurely and stillborn."
"Really?" Wu Yuanyuan asked in surprise.
Buling also looked at Aunt Tian's profile with interest.
Grandma Tian's face remained expressionless: "Really." Then she stopped talking and took her grandson's hand, walking step by step back into the house.
Wu Yuanyuan and Bu Ling, who were a step behind, also sighed and shook their heads at the same time, not knowing what to say.
Actually, both of them had heard about Aunt Tian's son's situation. Although she wasn't a good person either, as a fellow woman, hearing that another woman had been killed by domestic violence naturally made them feel uneasy.
Suddenly, Bu Ling took two quick steps and caught up with Aunt Tian: "Aunt Tian, didn't anyone call the police? Or contact the Women's Federation? We can't just let a life be lost for nothing."
Upon hearing this, Aunt Tian glanced at Bu Ling, opened her mouth, and then closed it again.
Just when Bu Ling thought she wouldn't answer, Aunt Tian suddenly said, "Both her family and her husband's family have assumed that she died from postpartum hemorrhage, so naturally no one else will interfere." This "others" included her.
Her purpose in going there was simply to ensure her grandson wouldn't have any regrets. As for other matters, she didn't want to get involved, nor could she afford to.
Five years ago, when that woman let her family take her away, when they took all the compensation money, when her family said they were severing ties and she didn't object, Aunt Tian treated her like a stranger.
Looking at Aunt Tian's cold expression, Bu Ling sighed inwardly. She couldn't accuse her of anything; after all, she wasn't Aunt Tian, hadn't experienced what Aunt Tian had gone through, and couldn't stand on a moral high ground to say anything.
That evening, when Sangshen returned, Buling told him what had happened, and then sighed, "How can there be men in this world who hit women?"
Domestic violence is the most disgusting kind of man. Her biological father in her past life was like that. That's why her mother left the house with nothing, just to get rid of the abusive man.
Sang Shen, fearing he would be implicated, immediately declared, "I'm not that kind of person!" He also had the utmost contempt for men who laid a hand on women.
Bling rolled her eyes at him: "I didn't say anything about you, why are you so nervous?"
Sangshen raised the corners of his mouth, thinking to himself, "My Lingling has so much faith in me!"
"How about I ask my brother to help out? Maybe he can put in a good word with the Women's Federation in the next county?" Sangshen placed a bowl of noodles in front of Buling.
Bu Ling shook his head, reached for a pair of chopsticks, and stirred the noodles twice: "Don't let my brother waste his favors on this kind of thing. I'll write a letter of complaint and send it out later!"
Although their public persona is that of a freeloader, it shouldn't be this extreme, right?
Seeing that Sangshen was about to refuse, she immediately said, "Don't worry, I'll write with my right hand, so it won't be exposed."
Sangshen thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll mail it for you when the time comes."
“No need, there’s a post office right across from the restaurant, I can go by myself, it’s easy,” Bling refused.
"Oh, right, also send the letter and tea to your aunt. Didn't she write last time saying that the tea there was too expensive?" Bu Ling reminded her again.
Sangshen didn't insist, and picked up a fried egg from her bowl and gave it to Buling. "Okay, I'll deliver it to you tomorrow morning, and I'll also send the wolf skin vests for Grandpa and the others. They can wear them now."
Buling picked up a fried egg and took a big bite, saying indistinctly, "Okay, but it's a pity Xia Qingmei hasn't come recently, otherwise I could exchange for a few more wolf pelts and make a vest or knee pad for each of my brothers."
"It's alright, my brothers are young and don't need it!" Sangshen said nonchalantly.
Buling swallowed the fried egg in his mouth and put the remaining half back into the mulberry bowl: "Let's each have half."
Mulberry squinted happily, and took a big bite from the crescent moon that Bling had bitten: "Okay, half for each of us."
Buling watched him finish eating before turning her gaze away and slurping her noodles. After taking a bite, she continued the previous conversation: "You're truly a blessing to your brothers!"
Sangshen swallowed the fried egg in her mouth, pretended not to hear Buling's words, and lowered her head to show off her rice.
After dinner, Sangshen washed the dishes. While he was washing the dishes, Buling stared at his back with boredom: "Hey, Sangshen, did you ask the doctor?"
Mulberry turned around in surprise: "What?"
Bling casually asked, "You mean that kind of exercise?"
Mulberry's back stiffened for a moment, then she looked a little embarrassed, which was uncharacteristic of her: "I asked."
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