Lin Wanjun paused.
It was a pleasure to save someone just now, but now I have to go to the crematorium to cover up the lie.
Yes, how can a contestant who has not even graduated from junior high school have the courage and ability to arm wrestle with the King of Hell?
Ah Ba Ah Ba, is there anyone who can come and save me?
"Mom, have you forgotten? Junjun's grandfather used to be a military doctor!"
Song Zhanjin said, "If it weren't for Junjun's grandfather, how could my grandfather be alive today? This medical skill must have been passed down!"
Hearing this, Li Yuetang clapped his hands on his thighs.
"Yes, yes, yes. Look at my brain. How could I have forgotten all this?"
Song Zhanjin glared at his son and said, "What do you mean by Junjun's grandfather? You and Junjun are married, so he is still your grandfather!"
Lin Wanjun remained expressionless, but thought to herself that he had entered the temple.
The original plot did not go into such detail. It only mentioned briefly that the old man of the Lin family and the old man of the Song family were friends for life and death. It turned out that it was a life-saving favor.
No wonder the Song family could have the nerve to marry a woman of bad reputation. Well, this explanation of the plot makes sense.
"Hey, Junjun, how did you get those life-saving drugs?"
The moment before, Lin Wanjun was still shouting in her heart that Song Zhanjin was her savior, and the next moment she wanted to kill him.
Damn it!
You really are bringing up things that are irrelevant to the topic, Song Zhanjin. I suspect that you were sent by God to torture me!
"Quick-acting heart pills are fine, but I've never even heard of something like adrenaline. How could you carry it with you?"
Song Zhanjin looked curious and waited eagerly for Lin Wanjun to answer his questions.
Which good person carries adrenaline and syringes with him?
But Lin Wanjun is also a master of Tai Chi. The competitive female doctor will never admit defeat even if she dies.
"Why should I tell you?"
Lin Wanjun sneered and began to use her special skills as a vicious female supporting character to bring up old issues and rehash them.
"How can a sarcastic and unsympathetic woman like me be worthy of answering your questions? Yes, yes, yes, I'm not as loving and generous as Miss Dong. I'm not even worthy of carrying Miss Dong's shoes!"
"Well, if it were Miss Dong, she would definitely sympathize with the little girl with you, giving her money and food, and making all the arrangements clear!"
…
Song Zhanjin was completely speechless.
No, how could this woman be so petty?
It happened so long ago, why is she still holding a grudge? Why is she even bringing it up to argue with him?
Lin Wanjun had just saved someone and made a great contribution. Song Mingcheng and Li Yuetang stood on their daughter-in-law's side unconditionally. They both condemned Song Zhanjin, and their saliva almost drowned Captain Song.
Seeing Song Zhanjin feeling hopeless and being scolded by both his parents, Lin Wanjun turned her face away and smiled secretly.
Serves you right! Seriously!
After a night of tossing and turning, it was already dawn.
After traveling for a day and a night, the train has entered the northwest. Outside the window, the Loess Plateau has endless gullies. When passing by the village, you can see rows of cave dwellings.
Song Mingcheng said with some emotion, "I was born in a cave. That year, my grandfather had just become a division commander and had just returned from the battlefield. He came to see me excitedly!"
Hearing this, Lin Wanjun thought of the blood-stained military uniform in the ring, and the eight passionate calligraphy words "If I live, my country will perish; if I die, my country will survive."
"What happened next? Was Great-grandfather very powerful and won many battles?"
Lin Wanjun asked curiously.
When talking about his grandfather, Song Mingcheng looked proud.
"Of course, although he came from a scholarly family and even gave up writing to join the revolution, he was absolutely decisive in fighting. It's just..."
Song Mingcheng sighed, looking slightly sad. "It's a pity that he heroically sacrificed his life in a difficult sniper battle while trying to cover his allies' breakout."
Lin Wanjun exclaimed, "Ah!" She couldn't believe that a division commander would actually go to the front line to cover the retreat of friendly forces. Shouldn't such a high-ranking leader be giving orders from the rear command post?
"Well, it wasn't really a sacrifice. After the victory, when the battlefield was cleaned up, his body was never found. Only a ring passed down from my ancestors was found in a bomb crater."
Song Mingcheng said, "It's the jewel ring your grandmother gave you."
Now, Lin Wanjun finally confirmed the identity of the previous owner of the ring, who was Song Mingcheng’s grandfather and Song Zhanjin’s great-grandfather!
A crazy and bold idea suddenly popped up in Lin Wanjun's mind.
Could it be that great-grandfather is not dead at all, but is still alive in some corner of space?
After all, time in space is at a standstill.
Well, I'll find a chance to search the space carefully!
"The ring was given to your great-grandmother as a heirloom, and then passed on to your grandmother. It was originally supposed to be passed on to your mother, but she was afraid she might be careless and not keep it properly, so she never took it."
Song Mingcheng looked at Lin Wanjun's empty ring finger and asked, "Where's the ring? Why aren't you wearing it?"
"I'm afraid of getting in trouble by being too conspicuous, so I just put it away secretly!"
Lin Wanjun lied without blushing or beating her heart.
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Zhanjin held Lin Wanjun's hand and stared at her ring finger.
"Are you hurt? Why is there a red mark around your finger?"
Lin Wanjun was startled and couldn't help but widen her eyes.
What does it mean? Song Zhanjin can see the red mark left by the ring?
"Where's the red mark? Why don't I see it?"
Li Yuetang held Lin Wanjun's hand and looked at her for a while, then said, "Song Zhanjin, is there something wrong with your eyes?"
Lin Wanjun also agreed, pretending that she saw nothing.
"That's right, where's the mark? Are you blurry-eyed because you didn't sleep last night?"
Now it was Song Zhanjin's turn to be confused.
Huh? What's going on? Is there really something wrong with his eyes?
Just when I was doubting my life, I saw the little girl from last night appear again, timidly clutching the corner of her clothes, staring at the eggs on the coffee table with deer-like eyes.
"Hungry? Come, sit here!"
Song Zhanjin took the initiative to give up his seat for the little girl and gave her a piece of sweet honey cake.
The little girl swallowed the cake whole in just a few bites, even picking up the crumbs that fell on her clothes and eating them all.
After eating three pieces of cake, an egg and a pancake in a row, the girl was finally full.
Just like last night, she left without saying a word, still curled up at the bathroom door, her eyes blank and empty.
Lin Wanjun felt an indescribable discomfort in her heart, and felt powerless and tired.
"Good Samaritan, you already saved that old man last night. Why don't you be a good person and save that little girl too!"
The woman who was holding the child last night came again, with a flattering and fawning look on her face.
Lin Wanjun rolled her eyes.
"Okay, how about this? Let her come with me. I'll provide her with food, clothing, and even find her a school. It'll be good for her, good for me, and good for everyone."
When she heard the reading, the girl stood up suddenly and looked over eagerly.
"That won't do!"
The woman screamed, her face tense.
"Why are you so anxious? Is she your daughter?"
Lin Wanjun looked at the woman in front of her with a half-smile, a hint of disgust flashing in her eyes.
"What daughter? I... I don't even know her. I just feel sorry for her!"
The woman said, "What's the point of giving her food? Why don't you give her some money? Three, five, ten yuan will do, so that the little girl can buy some fancy clothes!"
"Look, are there two words written on my face?"
Looking at Lin Wanjun's pretty face, the woman asked, "Which... which two words?"
Lin Wanjun sneered and said, "What a sucker!"
"That's three words!"
Song Zhanjin muttered softly, but after seeing Lin Wanjun's warning look, he silently closed his mouth.
The woman was disappointed and left cursing.
Lin Wanjun was so angry that she couldn't vent it. Seeing Song Zhanjin's clear, silly eyes, she kicked him on the foot.
Song Zhanjin hugged his feet and laughed, but did not dare to express any opinions.
Marrying a tough wife is such a misfortune for the family. Such a misfortune for the family!
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