Chapter 295 The Poor Woman
Song Lubai's words were not false.
Wei Yang did indeed have many hideous scars on his body. The scar above his lower back was twisted and knotted like tree roots, firmly anchored there. Below his chest, there was also a wound caused by a gunshot that had already healed.
His rank was earned through his desperate battles on the battlefield.
She said these things both to elicit sympathy and to reinforce the neighbors' impression that her family was stingy, making them think that her family's life was just so-so.
As soon as he finished speaking, the women gathered around the stove did indeed change their expressions, and much of their jealousy disappeared.
Chen Shaohua came out of the house at some point. After Song Lubai finished speaking, he said, "My uncle used to be very pitiful. My mother said that once my uncle was sent to the hospital and was in a coma for several days. He almost didn't make it back to life, but fortunately, my uncle was very lucky and God blessed him and he woke up."
“My mom said that my uncle would send his salary and allowances to the family of his brother who sacrificed his life. My uncle is a good person, and you are a good person too. You should be good to my uncle in the future.”
After the young man's few words, Wei Yang's image in Song Lubai's mind improved even more. Song Lubai suspected that Chen Shaohua said he was a good person just to get her to be nice to Wei Yang. She smiled and said, "If I'm not nice to him, then I'm not a good person?"
Chen Shaohua blushed and stammered, "Auntie cooks well, and she's as pretty as my mom. Uncle likes you, so Auntie is a good person!"
Song Lubai: "..."!
She only likes her because of Wei Yang. Chen Dongyang is definitely more adorable; he'd give her the first bite of pork cracklings.
With Chen Shaohua's meddling, when the neighbors' eyes fell on the pot again, they only had cravings, not jealousy.
In the afternoon, the men all came back from work, ate lunch, and then started working again.
Wei Yang returned on time today as well. After dinner, he and his neighbors mixed mud and built a wall together.
A lot of chopped straw was added to the mud. Old Li, who was experienced, said that mixing in straw could reduce cracking of the wall after the mud dried and increase its rigidity.
The walls of Old Li's courtyard are almost completely dry. There are quite a few cracks on the wall, but the cracks are not large, so it can barely be considered a qualified wall.
With everyone working together, the horizontal wall connecting Aunt Lu's house was completed by midnight.
We have to work tomorrow morning. After we finished building one wall, Wei Yang let everyone go. The rest of the wall can only be built tomorrow.
After the three walls are built, a door needs to be made out in front of the house using wooden sticks.
The room where the two slept smelled of lime water; Song Lubai had already made a makeshift bed on the floor in the adjacent main room.
After Wei Yang finished tidying up and went inside, he locked the door. As soon as he lay down, Song Lubai moved in front of him and hugged his waist.
Through the curtain, two small rooms on the right housed children, who were simply sleeping quietly in each other's arms.
Song Lubai gently stroked the scars on his back. Wei Yang shifted uncomfortably and whispered, "Go to sleep."
He had just rinsed with cold water, and his body was icy cold. Song Lubai moved a little closer.
It was getting late, and she quickly fell asleep, even having dreams.
The location was still the dormitory building in the food factory, her former home.
A little girl, about two or three years old, whose face was obscured, sat blankly on a bench. When the door opened, Song Lubai walked in carrying some things.
Song Lubai looked at the girl with suspicion and asked, "Whose child are you? What are you doing here?"
The little girl looked at her without saying a word. After a moment, the door was pushed open again, and Zhao Dongmei, looking haggard, came in.
Zhao Dongmei said with a restrained expression, "Thank you all. I'm being discharged from the hospital today. I've come to pick up Xiaoni and take her home."
As soon as he finished speaking, the child burst into tears, crying loudly, "I don't want to go back! I don't want to go back!"
Zhao Dongmei coaxed Song Lubai in a low voice, thanked her again, and then took the child out.
Zhang Cui returned shortly afterward. She didn't see Zhao Dongmei's child at home. After learning the situation from Song Lubai, Zhang Cui said, "I heard that Zhao Dongmei had a miscarriage because of Lu Jianxi. That nephew of Jianshe's father is a real scoundrel."
Song Lubai asked, "Why did she send the child here? Is Lu Jianxi dead? Can't you stop associating with that Lu family? I don't think he's a good person."
Zhang Cui glared at her, "That's Lin Dahai's nephew. How could I tell him not to come to our house? Zhao Dongmei said there's nowhere to send the child, and I figured it wouldn't be more than a few days."
Song Lubai said unhappily, "Just you wait, there will be more trouble later. You're already in your forties and I still have to remind you."
Zhang Cui said dismissively, "At least he's a minor leader now, so he doesn't need our help. We only see him a few times a year anyway, so let's just leave it at that."
Song Lubai remembered Zhao Dongmei's pitiful and embarrassed face. She thought she would never have any interaction with her again, but not long after, she ran into her on the street.
Every time Song Lubai saw Zhao Dongmei, she felt that a gust of wind could blow away this thin woman who was just skin and bones.
She disliked Lu Jianxi, and she also disliked this woman who always seemed so pitiful.
Her aura subconsciously evokes pity in others, but she hates and despises this cowardly aura.
She tried to pretend she didn't see her and walk right past her, but was stopped by the timid Zhao Dongmei.
"That, Comrade Song."
Song Lubai's scrutinizing gaze made Zhao Dongmei's breath catch in her throat, her toes curl, and her palms clench.
"What's up?"
Remembering Lu Jianxi's infatuation with Song Lubai and his disgust for her, Zhao Dongmei felt a pang of heartache for her daughter. Her throat tightened, and she stammered, "Comrade Song, from now on, could you... could you... be nicer to my daughter? She's very... very well-behaved, and she eats very little. I beg you to take good care of her. I don't have long to live... I beg you..."
Song Lubai felt very uncomfortable and said, "Your daughter has nothing to do with me? Even if you don't live much longer, you shouldn't be begging me for help."
She was quite annoyed.
Zhao Dongmei acted like she was entrusting her daughter to someone on her deathbed. It was utterly ridiculous. What did her daughter have to do with her? It was as if Song Lubai would take over her role as a mother just because she died.
That's insane.
Zhao Dongmei's expression was a mix of crying and laughing; her eyes held a pleading look, while also conveying a sense of "one day you'll understand."
Song Lubai glanced at it and felt her life had become bitter.
She ignored Zhao Dongmei and walked past her, but the aura of bad luck seemed to linger around her, making her feel uncomfortable all over.
As Zhao Dongmei watched her retreating figure, a bitter smile curved her lips.
You don't understand, you really don't understand! You can't escape! You can't escape that beast's determination to have you!
I only ask that you treat my daughter better in the future.
After a while, Song Lubai heard the news of Zhao Dongmei's death.
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