The helpers brought by the scumbag couple were waiting outside and had no idea what was going on.
They recognized Song Lingyi's identity at a glance and were ready to snatch her away.
But until the child was taken away, the scumbag couple didn't say a word. They just walked out dejectedly and asked them to go back.
"What's wrong? You've already found Yin'er, why don't you take him back?"
Someone asked loudly.
As the people in the cadre school focused their attention on them, the overwhelming sense of oppression made the scumbag couple feel a little scared.
"Don't talk nonsense, she's not a charm, I don't even know her!"
The man scumbag stammered and interrupted his companion, fearing that he would get into trouble.
This is their territory. If a fight really breaks out, they will not be in the right.
Even if we report the matter to the police and make a big deal out of it, they will at least have to spend a few years in jail for the way they abused their daughter.
Going to jail for a money-losing thing?
Forget it.
This group of people arrived in a threatening manner in the afternoon and left in disgrace late at night, but Song Lingyi's life was completely changed because of this.
From then on, she no longer had to worry about her so-called biological parents showing up one day to recognize her.
Today, she completely severed her blood ties with the man and woman who were unfit to be her parents. From then on, her surname was Song. She was a member of the Song family in life, and a ghost of the Song family in death.
She will live well for Song Lingyi who died early, and see the world well for her.
After returning home, Lin Wanjun finally couldn't hold back her anger that had been pent up for days, and kicked over the frozen bucket.
"That bitch Dong Yingying deserves a miserable death."
Dong Yingying knows how to disgust people.
She knew that she could not shake Lin Wanjun's foundation, and she also knew in her heart that the scumbag couple could not cause any substantial harm to Lin Wanjun.
But what if?
What if Lin Wanjun gets into bad luck, what if this scumbag couple gets lucky and succeeds, wouldn't she be able to laugh happily while she's far away in North City?
Lin Wanjun silently clenched her fists and secretly swore in her heart that if she didn't get rid of this anger, she would no longer be called Lin Wanjun.
But there are more important things at the moment.
Song Zhanjin is going to the front line and will leave for the provincial capital early tomorrow morning. They must pack up their things overnight.
There's actually nothing to pack.
When the Song family came to the cadre school from the north city, they came alone with only a few bags and a roll of bedding.
Everything here was created by them with their own hands in small part, and most of it was taken out by Lin Wanjun from the space.
Lin Wanjun didn't plan to take anything with her except the quilt, sheets, and bedding roll, which she would leave for the next family to live in the house. The only thing she wanted to take with her was the big bed, a wedding gift given to her by the dung removal team.
In the bedroom, Lin Wanjun looked at the big bed with extraordinary significance, and said something silently in her heart, and the bed disappeared out of thin air.
Song Zhanjin just walked in. When he saw this scene, he was not surprised and just muttered to himself.
"Can't we collect it tomorrow? If you collect it now, where will we stay tonight?"
Lin Wanjun turned her head and looked at Song Zhanjin.
"We're leaving tomorrow. Why don't you have a good chat with the old man tonight? Let him give you some pointers. How can an ordinary person learn from his rich combat experience?"
That’s true.
After all, the old man is not from this time and space. If it were not for this magical spatial world, he would probably have been buried in the mountains and nourished by the earth.
So Song Zhanjin stopped talking and followed Lin Wanjun into the space.
The scene in the space has changed. It is no longer the White House, but the misty Jiangnan, where Song Xiu and his wife first met.
I have to say that the spatial world is very powerful, and it almost restores the place in Song Xiu’s memory one to one.
Even the marks left on the blue bricks on the wall by the passage of time were exactly the same as Song Xiu's memories.
The only regret is that Song Xiu cannot hug Wei Zhijin.
He could only watch her from afar, gazing at her from afar. Once the distance set by space was broken, Wei Zhijin disappeared from his sight.
After waiting for a long time, she reappeared with an umbrella, still looking graceful and elegant.
Lin Wanjun and Song Zhanjin found Song Xiu in the rainy alley.
He was holding an oil-paper umbrella, leaning against a willow tree, looking at Wei Zhijin's back gently and calmly.
Because he was too engrossed, he didn't even hear the footsteps of Lin Wanjun and Song Zhanjin.
"So beautiful!"
Song Zhanjin squatted beside Song Xiu, looking at the figure of his great-grandmother Wei Zhijin.
"My great-grandmother is so beautiful. Mmm, she's like a flower stuck in cow dung, isn't she?"
Song Xiu didn't look back and subconsciously agreed with Song Zhanjin's words.
"Don't say that. You're not the only one who said that. When I married Zhijin, everyone around me said the same thing... Hey, you're going to rebel, and you dare to make up stories about your ancestors?"
After realizing what was happening, Song Xiu laughed and cursed, raising his hand as if to hit Song Zhanjin.
Song Zhanjin laughed loudly, holding his head and jumped away, shouting at Wei Zhijin's back.
"Grandma, you and my great-grandfather are a perfect match!"
The girl in cheongsam looked back, holding an oil-paper umbrella and smiling like a flower.
"Young man, what are you talking about?"
Song Zhanjin was startled and shouted, "What do you mean? Can my great-grandmother see me?"
"No! These are just reflections of the moon in the mirror and flowers in the water. This scene is also the scene where I met Zhijin."
As Song Xiu stood up and spoke, Wei Zhijin's figure disappeared in the rainy alley, and everything returned to calm.
"It doesn't matter. She'll show up again anyway."
Song Xiu smiled and said, "It's still the same cheongsam I wore when we first met, and it's still the same oil-paper umbrella. Even the number of fallen petals is exactly the same."
But he is still extremely satisfied.
"Let's go back!"
Song Xiu took Lin Wanjun and Song Zhanjin back to his residence.
It was still the simple room with the camp bed, and the eight words "If I live, the country will perish; if I die, the country will survive" were still posted in the most conspicuous place.
Perhaps because Song Zhanjin was about to go to the battlefield, the meaning of these eight words became even more profound. Lin Wanjun and Song Zhanjin stared at each other for a long time.
Song Xiu took the calligraphy down from the wall and handed it to Song Zhanjin.
"Remember the meaning of these eight words. Remember, national interests are above all else."
Song Zhanjin treasured the calligraphy very much and kept it.
"Come on, let's simulate the battle scene again on the sand table. I've come up with some new tactics that might increase your chances of victory."
Song Xiu rolled up his sleeves and stood in front of the simple sand table with Song Zhanjin, seizing the last moment to re-analyze the upcoming battle situation.
In a broader sense, this battle concerns national interests; in a narrower sense, this battle concerns whether the Song family can continue its bloodline.
Both in public and in private, Song Xiu will try his best.
Lin Wanjun doesn't like listening to these boring things.
She strolled in this new spatial world, looking at the flowing water under the small bridges, and the pavilions and towers. The aesthetics of Jiangnan gardens were fully reflected here.
The beautiful scenery before our eyes is a unique view that can never be reproduced in later generations.
Because in that brutal and long war of resistance, pavilions, towers and corridors of Quyuan were all destroyed by artillery fire, the people were living in misery and the mountains and rivers were broken.
And we will not lose this battle in southern Xinjiang again!
The tragedy of the broken mountains and rivers decades ago will never happen again!
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