"Hold on to my waist, hold on tight, what if I step on it too fast and throw you off?"
"It's okay if you fall, but don't fall on my head."
Feng Jianjun straddled the back of the bicycle, holding the child in one arm, listening to Xiao Yuehua's nagging, and looking up and down at the enormous vehicle in front of him.
Seeing that the other party did not react, Xiao Yuehua urged again, "Hurry up and hug him!"
Feng Jianjun said irritably, "I already said I'd ride, I'd ride, but you insisted on riding."
"Hurry up and hold me, why are you talking so much nonsense? You ride, can you even carry me? You'll be standing on the wheel the whole way, and I'll have to worry about it tipping over all the time."
"Enough with the nonsense, I'm leaving with my arms around your waist."
"Hug me, hug me, hug my waist, hug my waist, where is your waist?"
Xiao Yuehua glared at her with her beady eyes, "Are you blind? The thinnest part is the waist."
Feng Jianjun, suppressing his pent-up frustration, grabbed Xiao Yuehua by the back of the neck.
"Ouch~"
Xiao Yuehua shrank her neck and kicked back, sweeping Feng Jianjun off the back seat.
"I told you to hold my waist, and you did it on purpose, didn't you?"
"I'll just beat you to death, I might as well just beat you to death!"
With one hand carrying the large head, Feng Jianjun nimbly dodged Xiao Yuehua's iron fists as he circled around the house.
"Xiao Yuehua, can't you be a little more civilized!"
"Refined my foot!"
Just as the two were chasing each other, the sharp-eyed Xiao Yuehua spotted Song Zaizhao sneaking off toward the east end of the village not far away.
Feng Jianjun, with his arms around his chubby daughter, came over and asked, "What's she doing? Sneaking around so early in the morning?"
Xiao Yuehua said irritably, "None of your business. Keep an eye on the child and wait for me here."
After saying that, he leaned the car against the wall and secretly followed them.
After walking for a while, Xiao Yuehua saw Song Zaizhao heading towards the reed marshes.
Looking ahead past Song Zaizhao, one could vaguely make out the figures moving among the reeds.
Xiao Yuehua's beady eyes widened instantly, and she muttered under her breath, "Well, this Song Zaizhao, I thought he was an honest guy. Why isn't he at home taking care of the kids and making breakfast? What's he up to sneaking out to the reeds? I hope I don't catch him cheating on me..."
"Does he really think my Xiao family has no one left?"
Xiao Yuehua nimbly ducked into the dense reeds, intending to take a detour to catch the person from the other side.
Because there was a stream on the other side, the gurgling sound of the water could effectively conceal the sound of her footsteps, and there was also a ditch below, making it convenient for her to turn around and leave.
As Xiao Yuehua darted quickly through the jungle, she sighed inwardly, "I am no longer myself. I am now a professional security guard who has undergone national training."
The closer she got, the more wary Xiao Yuehua became. It took her a while before she cautiously crouched down in front of a small slope.
Gently parting the reeds, I looked ahead and sure enough, besides Song Zaizhao, there was another young man wearing a gray T-shirt and military green trousers.
Xiao Yuehua didn't dare to breathe loudly, cautiously sizing up the other person.
Judging from his upright posture, she had a feeling that he was no ordinary person. When she saw his face clearly, Xiao Yuehua's pupils shrank.
She recognized this person; he had been wandering around the village a few days ago. He said he was a distant relative of Song Mancang and had come to visit him.
Later, I heard from the villagers that he went to Song Mancang's grave with Song Juezhao and her sister to pay their respects.
Why not just go and get to know your relatives properly? Why are you sneaking out to meet like this?
Song Zaizhao looked at the man in front of him, forcibly suppressing his surging emotions, but his fingers still trembled unconsciously.
"What did you mean by what you said to me yesterday afternoon?"
Wang Jingtao slowly turned his head, looking at the peasant woman in front of him. His eyes softened, and a smile slowly spread across his lips.
“I remember when I was a little over three years old, my father brought me back once, I think it was to take care of something, in a teahouse in the county town where a storyteller used to tell stories. That’s where we met.”
"Back then, while my father was running errands, my sister secretly fed me a handful of boiled peanuts. I ate them too quickly and choked, which caused my sister to be slapped twice by my father."
"You leaned towards me back then, and your fingernail accidentally scratched the corner of my eye. Look, there's still a faint scar on the corner of my eye!" Wang Jingtao said, pointing to the corner of his right eye.
Song Zaizhao's pupils contracted. She was already eight or nine years old at that time. Her father, whom she hadn't seen for several years, took her to the county town. As a result, she was beaten for choking her younger brother and was sent back that same day.
Her older sisters were already envious of her winning their father's favor, and after she was beaten and sent back home, they shunned and mocked her for a long time.
She felt remorseful and sad for a long time because of this, and the memory was very vivid.
Seeing that Song Zaizhao seemed to remember, Wang Jingtao said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I haven't had a chance to apologize to you all these years."
"Back then, you said you'd take me to dig up some sweet root to eat, and that we'd pull up reeds and suck the honey water from the camellia stamens to drink—it was the most delicious thing in the world..."
"All these years have passed, but I've always remembered it, and I've even dreamt many times of you leading me through mountains covered in white camellias..."
Song Zaizhao's tired eyes slowly reddened and moistened. Her lips trembled as she asked, "You are...you are...Yao..."
Wang Jingtao interrupted her, "How have you all been these years?"
"Okay, okay, it's just that... it's about always remembering our elders as they grow old..."
Song Zaizhao didn't say it explicitly, but Wang Jingtao understood what she meant.
"I'm sorry I'm late."
"No, it's okay. It's good that you're back. If Mom and Dad knew this in the afterlife, they would be so happy."
The old man had hinted at this matter on his deathbed, otherwise they wouldn't have treated Song Jingzhou that way later. They just didn't expect that the real Yaozu would come back.
After confirming the other party's identity, Song Zaizhao was so excited that he became somewhat incoherent.
The man in front of her seemed to possess an innate air of nobility; it was obvious without asking that he was raised by a wealthy family.
She suddenly understood her parents' decision back then.
If it were her, and she had the chance to change Xiaobao's fate, she might do the same.
"I came back this time to find out about Song Jingzhou."
Would you like to talk to me?
The joy in Song Zaizhao's heart slowly faded. "How could you do this to him... What are you planning to do?"
Thinking that Song Jingzhou had also gone to the army, and looking at his demeanor, which clearly indicated he was a soldier, Song Zhao probed, "You ran into him, didn't you?"
"Did you run into him? That explains how you found your way to my house. Did he do something to you?"
A complex look flashed in Wang Jingtao's eyes. He hadn't expected a village woman to be so vigilant.
"Yes, we ran into him, and he posed a threat to me!"
Song Zaizhao took a step back, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes. "You, you're going to attack him?"
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