“We don’t know, but Stone said he ran into him. He really broke Hongmei’s heart.”
“Grandma, I know the whole story best. Madam is just worried that he will cause Zhenye and the others a lot of trouble in the future.”
"Sigh! He made a perfectly good road, but he ended up killing himself."
After dinner, the family went home. After washing up, Shi Tou was full of energy, and Liu Xu just endured it, but I didn't refuse him.
This man really couldn't help but ramble on; the next day, Liu Jingsong returned.
Today, Liu Jianguo and his three sons went to the market again. It's already the 17th, so they need to hurry and prepare. They go to the market today, and tomorrow they have to go fishing in the mountains. Even without the local specialties, they can't miss any of the essential vegetables.
Upon returning, Liu Jingsong went straight to Liu Maocai's house, where he had lived for several months. He genuinely liked Liu Maocai and Li Cuihua.
He didn't get home until after 2 p.m.
Li Cuihua knew what had happened, but she still felt very reluctant to part with this child she had watched grow up. "Jinsong, have you eaten?"
“Third aunt, I don’t have any. I haven’t eaten this morning.” The young man’s eyes reddened as he finished speaking.
Er Ya went to the kitchen to make him fried rice with eggs. It was so oily and tempting that the three children were tempted, so they fried up the half-bowl of rice left over from lunch.
Pengfei and Ping'an knew what was going on, but since they had grown up together, they didn't react in any special way.
However, Liu Jingsong was a little unhappy when he saw a big bowl of fried rice and Ping An and the others eating it too, since it was food made for him.
Li Cuihua and Er Ya watched his expression from the side, and their hearts turned cold.
"Mom, make me a cup of milk powder," Zhiyuan said.
"Okay, I'll give each of you four a bowl." Even if she doesn't like the child, she won't show it; she'll understand in her heart later.
Liu Jingsong was afraid the three of them would eat too much, so he shoveled the fried rice into his mouth without chewing it. Seeing this, the three children each ate a bowl and then put it down. They weren't stupid; on the contrary, someone had specifically taught them about social etiquette, so they roughly understood what the older brother was thinking.
Ping An felt terrible; how could his older brother have become like this?
The three of them sat down to the side with their milk and drank it slowly.
Liu Jingsong only slowed down his eating pace after Ping An and the others left the table. It had been so long since he had eaten such a delicious meal.
After finishing the meal, I drank the milk in a few gulps.
"Third Aunt, this food is delicious."
Li Cuihua just smiled and didn't say anything. Her initial reluctance had vanished after what had just happened.
Seeing that Li Cuihua remained silent, Liu Jingsong felt a little anxious. He had come for two purposes: first, to have his third aunt tell his aunt to let him go back; and second, to stay for the time being. But she wasn't responding. What should he do?
"Third Aunt, my aunt is angry, and I know I was wrong. Could you talk to my aunt and let me go back? I really can't stand this kind of life anymore."
Li Cuihua felt even colder inside. This child really took after his family.
"Third Aunt, I've had such a hard year. How could you be so heartless, Aunt?" she said, her eyes reddening again.
"Jingsong, don't you know your aunt's temper?"
"Third Aunt, but Aunt will listen to you. I really know I was wrong. Third Aunt, please talk to my aunt and let me go back."
Er Ya, who was listening from the side, was really angry; she knew best what was going on.
"Jingsong, you always say you know you're wrong, so where did you go wrong?"
"Second Aunt!" Liu Jingsong stammered, unable to utter a word.
"Jingsong, why don't you tell me? Let me hear where you went wrong."
Liu Jingsong lowered his head and remained silent, truly resentful. What business is it of yours? Why are you meddling in other people's affairs?
Li Cuihua stopped her daughter, "Jinsong, I really have no choice. People should take responsibility for their mistakes. There are many people in the family, so I won't keep you here any longer. You should hurry back to the fire and go back tomorrow. Study hard and don't let your aunt's efforts in raising you go to waste."
Liu Jingsong knew this was his only chance, and tears streamed down his face. "Third Aunt, why is Aunt so cruel?"
"Jingsong, you still blame your aunt for being heartless? You really disappoint me."
"If it weren't for Zhang Hongmei, you might not even be alive today."
"Third mistress, I'd rather have died back then and enjoyed a good life than live like this. Now you're saying you don't want me anymore."
"Jingsong, go on, and don't come to my house again." Li Cuihua waved her hand.
"Third mistress, why are you like this too?"
"Because you have no heart. You don't know how to be grateful."
“Third Aunt, how am I heartless? It’s because Aunt started treating me badly after she had her own child,” Liu Jingsong shouted, his neck stiff.
"I can't explain it to you. Don't come to my house again." Er Ya glared at Liu Jingsong.
"Third Aunt, even my aunt doesn't want me anymore, are you going to abandon me too? How good you were to me when I was little, why are you doing this to me?"
Li Cuihua looked at Liu Jingsong, who was shouting along with her, and shook her head. "Jingsong, don't you know? If it weren't for your aunt asking me to take care of you when no one else wanted you, do you think I would take care of you just for your family?"
"Third mistress, how can you say that?" Liu Jingsong felt that Li Cuihua was just making excuses.
“Jingsong, you still refuse to face reality. You were too young to know back then, but now that you’re older, you don’t know what’s going on in your family?” Li Cuihua patiently explained to him, hoping that he could stand on his own two feet, so that her efforts in raising him wouldn’t have been in vain.
"Third mistress, do you not want to support me either?"
"Mom, stop arguing with him. You can't reason with him. All those years of education have been for nothing."
You should leave now; you're not welcome in our home. Don't you realize that everything you have now is thanks to Hongmei? And even now, she's still thinking of you, giving you a house in the village.
You have absolutely no humanity; get out of here right now.
The three children, sitting to the side, also heard it. Seeing their former older brother daring to speak to their grandmother and mother like that, Ping An was extremely angry.
He jumped over in a flash and said, "Get out of here right now, and don't ever show your face in our house again."
Pengfei and Zhiyuan also arrived. The three children stared at Liu Jingsong.
"Third mistress, do you really want to do this?" Liu Jingsong asked resentfully.
"Leave."
"You all treat me like this. Just you wait until I make something of myself in the future." Liu Jingsong said, turning away with hatred on his face.
Li Cuihua felt extremely distressed. This child really couldn't be raised casually; Hongmei must have been suffering terribly back then.
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