It turned out that my cousin's family of eight came to the Song family. The doors of the Song family were locked. They couldn't find anything good, so they set their sights on Old Man Song.
Mr. Song was not a stingy person. He gave them a lot of things, including food and daily necessities.
The down jacket on Mr. Song attracted the attention of his uncle. Mr. Song boasted that it was made by his granddaughter-in-law and was very light and warm.
My cousin wanted to try it on, so Mr. Song took it off and let him try it on.
When my cousin uncle put the clothes on, he kept praising how warm they were. But when he saw that Mr. Song had no intention of giving it to him as a gift, he had no choice but to take it off.
Zhuzi, the great-grandson of my cousin's uncle, saw that my grandfather liked the down jacket so much and that Mr. Song didn't mention giving it to my grandfather or buying one for him, so he became malicious and inserted a match, trying to burn a hole in the down jacket.
Unexpectedly, the down was flammable and it caught fire.
The flames suddenly jumped up, frightening everyone.
At that time, Wu Hongxia was discussing cooking with the chef in the kitchen, Song Guangqing was answering the phone, and Song Zhiting was annoyed by the noise and went back to his room.
There were only Old Man Song and my cousin's family in the room. There was a fire, and my cousin's family panicked.
No matter how ignorant they were, they knew Mr. Song's identity. If something happened, they could not bear the responsibility, so they hurried to put out the fire.
Seeing this, Zhuzi ran out and brought in a basin of water and poured it directly on Mr. Song.
Song Guangqing, who was on the phone, saw Zhuzi carrying water into his father's room, put down the phone and followed him.
Then I saw Mr. Song was soaked like a drowned rat.
The cousin's uncle gave Zhuzi a lesson, hoping that his great-grandson would apologize and the matter would be over.
Unexpectedly, Zhuzi stiffened his neck and said, "If he doesn't give the clothes to Grandpa, then no one else can wear them!"
Seeing Song Guangqing rushing over with a livid face, the uncle quickly covered Zhuzi's mouth and said awkwardly, "The child is young and doesn't understand."
Mr. Song, who was already very old, was burned by fire and doused with cold water. He was already very cold, and he fainted in anger after hearing these words.
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Song Zhimei gritted her teeth and recounted: "Second sister-in-law, that pillar is as big as Sicheng. If Dad hadn't told me himself, I would never have believed that such a young child could do such a thing as setting fire to someone's clothes."
Zheng Baozhu asked about her cousin's family.
“Dad warned them that if they didn’t want to be caught, they should disappear immediately and never show up at the Song family again, so they ran away.
In my opinion, this is murder and they should be sent to the police station!"
Zheng Baozhu was speechless. It seemed that no matter what kind of family they were, they would have some terrible relatives.
Zheng Youlin and his wife visited Mr. Song and told Zheng Baozhu not to go back to her parents' home for the next few days, and to take turns with the rest of the family to take care of the old man.
Zheng Baozhu nodded in agreement.
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Mr. Song did not choose to be hospitalized. As an old soldier, he felt ashamed to be frightened by a child and fainted, so he was discharged from the hospital and went home that day.
Zheng Baozhu cooked some calming soup for Mr. Song to drink. After drinking it, Mr. Song said, "There are few children in the family. Chengguang and Sicheng are very young, just like little adults. The house is not lively at all.
That’s why I wanted my cousin to bring his whole family to play at home, just to make our home more lively, but this happened.”
Zheng Baozhu said: "How many people envy your life? Your sons, grandsons, and great-grandsons are all worry-free. Could it be that you like your children and grandchildren who cause trouble for you every day and need you to clean up the mess?"
Mr. Song smiled bitterly: "I really thought about it before, but after experiencing this incident, I never think about it again."
The two chatted for a while, and then Mr. Song fell asleep because he was tired.
Zheng Baozhu walked out of the room and saw Song Zhiting standing outside.
"Thank you for chatting with Grandpa."
"We just said a few words. I see that grandpa likes chatting with people. Don't you usually communicate with grandpa?"
"Three generations of us are soldiers. The elders are used to giving orders to the younger generations and the younger generations obey. There is no unnecessary communication."
“No wonder…”
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At night, when Song Zhiting returned to his room, Song Sicheng gave him a pillow.
Song Zhiting wondered: "There is a pillow in my room."
Song Sicheng said: "My mother likes to hug something when she sleeps, this is for her."
Zheng Baozhu looked at Song Zhiting who came into the room with a pillow and said, "There is a pillow."
"Sicheng said you like to hug your pillow when you sleep."
Zheng Baozhu likes to hug her doll when she sleeps, but it is inconvenient to take it out when sharing a room with others, so she hugs her pillow. Unexpectedly, Song Sicheng is so considerate.
Explain, “Before I go to sleep, I like to read a book with my head propped up against my pillow.”
After they washed up, Song Zhiting handed Zheng Baozhu a book: "I don't know what kind of books you like to read, so I found one with Zhimei."
"Thank you." Zheng Baozhu took the book, leaned on the bed and opened it to read.
Song Zhiting was also reading a book.
After a while, Song Zhiting heard light snoring.
I saw the book covering Zheng Baozhu's face.
Song Zhiting gently took the book, moved Zheng Baozhu down a bit, and covered her with a quilt.
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In the middle of the night, Song Zhiting felt someone hugging him.
Just as he was about to make a move, Song Zhiting remembered that he had thrown the person away in the morning, and gently took Zheng Baozhu's arm away.
He got up, picked up the quilt that had fallen under the bed, covered Zheng Baozhu with it, and stuffed the pillow into her arms.
With a quilt and a pillow, Zheng Baozhu became very obedient and well-behaved.
However, this obedience stopped when the quilt was kicked again.
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Early in the morning, Zheng Baozhu curled up in the warm bed and was reluctant to get up.
But she is married now, and it is not good to sleep in, so she has to open her eyes.
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