It's winter again, and the winter vacation has begun. Song Weizhen accompanies Jiang Suinsui back to Dayan Village.

His family only included Zhao Qinglan and Song Yuxue, and they were all taken to Beijing, so this trip was entirely for Jiang Suisui to go back with.

Jiang Suinsui came back again after almost a year, and she felt like she was returning to her roots. Although this was not her real hometown, it felt like she had really lived here for more than ten years.

Grandma Jiang and Grandpa Jiang are still in good health. When they heard Jiang Suisui say that she wanted to take them to live in Beijing after some time, they shook their heads and refused.

Grandma Jiang patted Jiang Suunshun's hand and said, "Just live well there. We are old and don't want to move anymore. Besides, I am used to living in the mud house at home. I am still not used to living in a house in the city."

Jiang Suisui had no choice but to say, "Then I'll come back to see you more often in the future."

"Okay, okay." Grandma Jiang said with relief, "I don't have any other requests in my life. I just want to see you get married, and it would be best if I could have a grandson."

Whenever I go back to my hometown, I can’t avoid being urged to get married.

Not only Grandma Jiang was urging her to do so, but all the villagers who passed by would also ask her about the work and urge her to do so.

"Sui girl, you're back with Wei Zheng, huh? When are you getting married? Remember to invite uncle to the wedding!"

"Shunshun has gone to the city and has become more beautiful! Wei Zheng should hurry up and marry her home!"

"Sui Sui, my daughter-in-law just gave birth to a big fat boy. Can you come and hold him and share in the good fortune?"

The enthusiasm of the villagers almost overwhelmed Jiang Suisui.

She smiled and passed it off, then quickly pulled Song Wei Zheng back to the Song family, closed the gate and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Really... I dread visiting relatives during the Chinese New Year."

Song Weizheng smiled and pulled her into the house while saying, "Why don't we just do as they wish? Then they won't have anything to say."

Jiang Sui Sui: "No way! The next step after marriage is to force a baby, I don't want that, I want to be free for a few more years."

Song Wei Zheng sighed, stopped, turned around and looked at her helplessly.

Jiang Suisui looked puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Song Wei Zheng looked at her deeply with helplessness in his eyes, and finally said: "I wonder, how many more years do I have to wait before I can marry you home?"

Jiang Suisui couldn't help but chuckle. She looked at Song Weizheng teasingly and joked, "I don't know. It depends on my mood. Maybe it will take several years. Maybe... I will want to marry you tomorrow!"

After saying that, she turned around and skipped into the house, leaving Song Wei Zheng looking helpless.

Song Wei Zheng smiled and shook his head, then followed him into the house and saw Jiang Suunsui stroking the sewing machine with a hint of nostalgia.

"What a pity! This sewing machine has only been used for less than a year." Jiang Suisui suggested, "Why don't we take it back to Beijing? We can continue to use it in the future."

Song Wei Zheng: "Forget it, this one is old already. I'll go find Tie Zhu tomorrow and ask him to help me sell it. We'll buy a new one later."

"What a waste..." Jiang Suishun said distressedly, "I'm used to this one, it's no different from a new one."

Song Weizheng touched her head and said, "It's not a waste. Your partner has money now."

Jiang Suishun chuckled and glanced at him: "Okay, my boyfriend is rich now, so I will continue to cling to you!"

"Hold...a thigh, what does that mean?" Song Wei Zheng was puzzled by the strange words that Jiang Suishun kept uttering.

Jiang Suisui tilted her head and said, "Well...you can understand that I want to lean on you. Will you let me lean on you?"

Song Weizheng's lips curled slightly, his eyes full of doting: "Of course, I can rely on you for a lifetime."

Jiang Suishun and he looked at each other and smiled. The atmosphere was just right, when suddenly there was a knock on the courtyard door.

"No way... We've been hiding here, and there are still people coming to our house?" Jiang Suinsui was helpless. Ever since they came back, people kept coming to visit, mainly to see the two college students who "returned home with wealth and honor".

Jiang Suinsui thought that usually no one came to Song Weizhen's house, so she hid away.

Song Weizheng touched her head and said, "I'll go take a look."

"I'll go too."

Jiang Suishun followed him across the yard and opened the door. When he saw the person outside, Song Weizheng paused in his movement to open the door.

Jiang Suisui took a quick look and didn't think he looked familiar. She looked at Song Weizheng with a puzzled look: "?"

Song Weizheng's expression suddenly turned cold, and he asked calmly, "What are you doing here?"

Outside the door was a middle-aged couple who were looking around, and they were carrying an old lady with high cheekbones and thin cheeks. Jiang Suinsui had actually only been in the village for more than a year, so she was not very familiar with some people who had little contact with the Jiang family.

Seeing Song Wei Zheng's obviously cold and uncomplaining attitude towards them, Jiang Sunshun thought to herself, this... could it be an old friend with whom he has a grudge?

The middle-aged couple seemed to have seen Song Weizheng's cold face. They shrank their heads, avoided his gaze, and said, "It's fine if you don't give us face, but you can't ignore your grandmother's face, right?"

Song Wei Zheng’s...grandmother?

If there is anyone in Dayan Village who can be called Song Weizhen’s grandmother, it is only the old lady of the Song family, to which Song Dashun belongs.

However, as far as Jiang Suisui knew, the Song family had long ago driven Song Dashun's family out of the house, and had no contact with them for twenty years. Whether it was when Zhao Qinglan had a difficult birth, Song Dashun died, or when Song Weizheng and Song Yuxue were in trouble in the village, no one in the Song family stepped forward to help.

Jiang Suinsui looked at the three people in front of him suspiciously, wondering, what do they want to do by coming here now?

Song Wei Zheng remained calm: "I'm sorry, I remember very clearly that I don't have a grandmother."

As soon as these words came out, the sharp-faced old lady in front of her suddenly became a little angry: "Unfilial thing, what are you talking about! You are Dashun's son, and that means you are my grandson! Dare to deny me, be careful of being struck by lightning!"

The vulgar language and bad attitude made Jiang Suisui angry: "Old man, I won't say anything bad because of your age, but what did you just say? Be careful not to create bad karma with your words!"

The old lady looked at Jiang Suisui suddenly, her eyes were harsh and picky: "Little girl from the Jiang family, you don't know the rules even when you are so old, you dare to talk back to your elders, and you are still going to college, you have read so much that you have nothing to lose!"

"You!" Jiang Suinsui had never seen such an irritating old lady since her rebirth, and she almost went berserk on the spot.

Song Weizheng squeezed her hand soothingly, then looked at the old lady with cold eyes: "If there is retribution, the first person to be struck by lightning is not me, but you who watched me die without helping me."

Seeing the old lady's face stiffen, he continued: "Don't come to me again. Wasn't I clear enough last time? Since you have already drawn the line in the sand, there is no relationship in this life. The only person who has a relationship with you is dead and buried in the ground, never to rise again. If he were still alive, he might be soft-hearted towards you, but I won't."

The old lady's face became more and more ugly. She trembled and said, "How dare you treat me like this? Aren't you afraid that your father will not rest in peace in his grave?"

Song Weizheng sneered: "He's been gone for so many years, and you didn't say a word to him. Now you're actually worried about whether he can be at ease. Don't you think it's too fake?"

The middle-aged man couldn't stand it anymore, and boldly rebuked: "Wei Zheng, this is your grandmother, your father's biological mother, no matter what, you can't say that! We came here for no other reason than that it has been so many years, and your grandmother is getting old, and we want everyone to be harmonious and reunited, and the children and grandchildren can come back to visit more often."

Song Weizheng remained unmoved: "I did not hinder your family from being harmonious and reunited."

The middle-aged man said, "It's been so many years. You've grown up now, and your mother has found her relatives. Judging from the situation, she should be quite rich, right? You three are enjoying life in Beijing now, and any resentment you may have should be gone. In the future, we should visit each other more often, and it will be more lively with more relatives. We won't be looked down upon by Beijing anymore."

Jiang Sui Sui couldn't help laughing at this remark, and the middle-aged man looked at her with dissatisfaction: "Sui girl, as the target, you don't even know how to persuade Wei Zheng, but just follow him and make a fool of yourself! Your attitude is not even proper when speaking to an elder!"

"You are so unruly. I don't know how old lady Jiang taught you. You can't raise a child without a father or a mother!" The old lady scolded him and said to Song Weizheng, "You are just a wild girl. You are not worthy of her. In my opinion, you should find a better one. There must be better ones in Beijing. Even the granddaughter of my cousin from my mother's side is much more sensible than her."

Before Jiang Suishun could get angry, Song Weizheng got angry first. He was originally in a state of watching the show, but suddenly he became furious. He stabbed the three people in front of him with a sword-like look and said coldly: "Talking to you is a waste of time and it ruins my mood. What are you thinking? Do you really think others can't see it? I thought I had made it very clear last time, but now it seems that some people don't understand what I say."

"No matter what you want to do, it's impossible for me to do it. Finally, I advise you not to embarrass yourself again. If you dare to gossip around like you did just now, don't blame me for being rude in the future!"

After saying this, he ignored the three people's ugly faces and slammed the gate shut. If the middle-aged man hadn't stepped back in time, he would have slapped him in the face.

After closing the door, Jiang Suishun could still vaguely hear the old lady outside the door shouting: "You are such a heartless and unfilial person! You will definitely be punished!"

With a gloomy face, Song Wei Zheng dragged Jiang Suunsui back to the room and closed the door to block out the noise from outside.

Jiang Suishun comforted her, "Don't worry about them. We'll just come back to take a look and leave in a few days."

Song Wei Zheng said "hmm" softly, turned around and hugged her, saying: "Last time when my uncle and I came to pick up my mother, they came to our house once, and I let them down. I didn't expect that this time the old woman would come in person, and she really won't stop until she sees benefits."

Jiang Suinshun patted his back to comfort him silently, but was also a little speechless.

The Song family is so snobbish that they have gone too far. They have ignored us for twenty years, as if Song Dashun did not exist as a relative. Now that Zhao Qinglan has found his family and Song Weizheng has become successful, they suddenly want to negotiate peace. They are simply treating us like fools.

Jiang Sui Sui: "Okay, let them make a fuss about irrelevant people. Anyway, we will definitely get better and better, so let them be jealous. They can see but can't touch, it will make them angry to death!"

Song Weizheng smiled softly, and his anger instantly disappeared: "Okay."