Chapter 233 Earth Returns to Earth
Zhang Chunxue clicked her tongue again: "If I had known, I should have worn them on my feet like before."
Song Xingzhi: "..."
"You were just in a fight?"
“This is not my fault!” Zhang Chunxue looked at Song Xingzhi with an innocent expression. “It was Zhong Jingui who insisted on provoking me.”
"Uh, it's her!" Song Xingzhi's expression immediately relaxed. "Yes, well done."
Zhang Chunxue burst out laughing.
When Liu Cuie saw Zhang Chunxue laugh, she screamed even louder: "You've lost two sons, and you can still laugh!"
Zhang Chunxue not only laughs, but laughs very brightly.
"When Zhong Guosheng died, weren't you all smiles? You came to my house beaming with joy, asking for Zhong Guosheng's compensation!"
"You've already forgotten?"
Liu Cuie choked up immediately.
She pointed a trembling finger at Zhang Chunxue, her lips pale: "You...you're talking nonsense!"
"I'm talking nonsense?" Zhang Chunxue raised an eyebrow. "Then ask Gao Xiuli and Huang Xiaolan! Weren't they just like you back then, beaming with joy, practically grinning from ear to ear, all to squeeze Zhong Guosheng's pension out of me?"
Gao Xiuli and Huang Xiaolan immediately lowered their heads and remained silent, their faces turning pale and then red.
Zhang Chunxue sneered, "Liu Cuie, what are you pretending for now?"
"When you were crying for your grandson by your son's grave, did you ever think that your son might come looking for you in the middle of the night?"
Looking at Liu Cuie, who was trembling with anger, Zhang Chunxue uttered a string of curses: "Since you're so heartbroken now, why didn't you die when your son died? Why are you still shamelessly alive?"
"Even if you survived when your son died, why didn't you die when both of your grandsons died?"
"You, you, you..." Liu Cuie really couldn't hold back anymore. Her eyes rolled back and she fainted.
The people around her quickly helped her up.
Zhang Chunxue rolled her eyes: "What are you pretending for! You start acting like this after I scolded you until you couldn't refute me... You really have a thick skin!"
Liu Cuie, who had "fainted," turned red in the face.
Zhang Chunxue waved her hand again: "Let Gao Xiuli and Huang Xiaolan take her back!"
"What a disgrace!"
Everyone around was trying to suppress their laughter, each with only one thought in their mind.
"You're so good at cursing!"
After Liu Cuie and the others left, Zhang Chunxue turned her gaze away and swept it over Zhong Chengfa's house.
Zhong Hongqing, who had been peeking outside, quickly turned back when he saw Zhang Chunxue looking over, and the room fell into a deathly silence.
Zhang Chunxue couldn't help but let out another cold laugh.
In her past life, she thought this kid was clever and cute. In this life, he may be clever, but cuteness is another matter.
Around noon, a commotion suddenly broke out at the village entrance.
The people who went to the county have returned.
Zhong Chengren lay on a door panel, covered with a white cloth.
The people carrying Zhong Chengren at this moment are his eldest uncle, third uncle, and his two cousins.
The other members of the Zhong family followed behind.
An uncle pushed a cart, while Zhong Chengren followed behind him, looking utterly dejected.
Zhong Chengren actually spent most of his time on the cart; it was only after they reached the village entrance that it was lifted up.
This is the local custom: a person is considered to have officially returned home only if they are carried into the village by their closest relatives.
As soon as Zhong Chengren's body was placed down, Zhang Chunxue stepped forward and abruptly lifted a corner of the white cloth, revealing Zhong Chengren's pale face.
The timid women around immediately stepped back, no longer daring to look.
"My goodness! Aunt Chunxue is so brave!"
"After all, he's her own son..."
"That's scary too! It's terrifying!"
Zhang Chunxue stared at that bloodless face for a long while before coldly saying, "Be a good person in your next life!"
Grandpa Qi walked over slowly again, glanced at Zhong Chengren, and then said, "Let's keep the body here for a day! Tomorrow is an auspicious day."
Zhang Chunxue said softly, "Yes, thank you, Seventh Grandpa."
Grandpa Qi nodded, and his back was slightly hunched as he turned to leave.
"Oh dear! What a tragedy—"
Now that Grandpa Seven has set the date for the burial, everyone is busy preparing.
Zhong Aiguo called for people to go up the mountain to dig a pit.
The location is right next to Zhong Guosheng's grave.
The graves of Zhong Chengren and Zhong Chengyi are located on the left and right sides, respectively, standing guard beside their fathers.
Zhong Chengfa didn't go; his eyes were blank, and he looked like he had lost his soul.
Looking at him like this, Zhang Chunxue's resentment and anger from her past life finally began to slowly dissipate.
He was Zhong Guosheng's last son.
The three Zhong brothers wronged her, but Zhong Guosheng did not.
Zhong Guosheng may not be a good father, but he is definitely a good husband.
He has kept the promises he made when he married Zhang Chunxue.
Zhang Chunxue glanced at Zhong Hongqing, who was peeking out the window again.
Fine, let's just leave Zhong Guosheng with a bloodline for now!
After all, without her help and support, Zhong Chengfa would never be able to live as well as he did in his previous life.
Zhong Hongqing kept looking at Zhang Chunxue.
He's been watching ever since Zhang Chunxue arrived.
She saw Zhang Chunxue happily teasing Zhong Yuanyuan, and she saw Zhang Chunxue patting Song Yanshen's head...
Zhong Hongqing was still young, and he didn't know what jealousy was. He only knew that he felt very sad and painful, and he couldn't wait to take the place of Zhong Yuanyuan and Song Yanshen.
He gripped the hem of his clothes tightly, his eyes reddening, but he dared not utter a sound.
As Zhang Chunxue carried Zhong Yuanyuan across the courtyard, the wind blew through her hair, and sunlight shone on her gentle profile. Suddenly, Zhong Hongqing's small mind recalled that when he was about the same age, he had also been held in her arms like this, walking in the same place.
The wind was just as gentle then, and the sunlight just as warm.
But now, he can only hide behind the window and secretly watch her.
Seemingly noticing his gaze, Zhang Chunxue turned her head to look at him again.
Their eyes met, and Zhong Hongqing wanted to look away again, but he held back. He stared at her blankly, a thin layer of tears welling up in his eyes.
Zhang Chunxue remained expressionless.
Zhong Hongqing blinked, wanting to call out "Grandma," but the words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't bring himself to say them.
Zhang Chunxue merely tugged at the corner of her mouth before turning her head away.
As Zhong Hongqing watched her retreating figure, his vision blurred with worry.
Although he is still young, he already knows.
His grandmother had long since abandoned him.
Zhong Chengren's body was kept at home for a day, and then taken to the mountain early the next morning.
Just like last time, Zhang Chunxue didn't shed a tear. She just stood quietly in front of the grave, watching handfuls of yellow earth cover the coffin.
Zhong Chengfa stood to one side, crying even more bitterly than when Zhong Chengyi was buried.
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