Unable to hide her smile

, "Uncle can see that this has nothing to do with you, so why should second brother say sorry?" Liang Qingqing squatted in front of Liang Junqiang, staring at him without blinking, pouted her lips and said coquettishly, "Get up quickly, or I will die soon."

Liang Junqiang and Fan Yanxing heard this and did not know whether to laugh or cry. She was the only one who was not serious in her words, but she could make people feel better.

"Brother Junqiang, get up." Fan Yanxing grabbed Liang Junqiang's arm and pulled him up hard, but he had been kneeling for too long and his legs were numb and he couldn't stand steadily. His tall body swayed. At this time, a little carrot came running over, raised his hands above his head and supported Liang Junqiang's waist, and asked in confusion: "Did your uncle do something wrong?"

Although their family did not have the rule of kneeling as punishment, other families did. For example, his best friend Hu Zi was often punished to kneel by his parents, so Songzi subconsciously thought that his uncle must have done something wrong, so he was kneeling.

"What are you talking about, Songzi? It's not your uncle who did something wrong." Wang Xiaomei ran over to take Songzi away. She was relieved when she saw Liang Junqiang standing firm. Although he was her brother-in-law, it was not appropriate for men and women to touch each other. She couldn't help him. Fortunately, Fan Zhiqing was there.

"Songzi, be good." Liang Junqiang didn't know how to explain the twists and turns to a child, so he could only smile and touch the top of Songzi's head.

"Let's just forget about it. I don't take it to heart. You don't have to take it too seriously." Liang Qingqing shrugged, then glanced at Liang Junqiang. It was obvious that this sentence was specifically said to him.

Losing his wife one day, and for such an unspeakable reason, must have been a huge psychological blow to Liang Junqiang, but there was nothing he could do. He could only slowly get over it by himself.

Liang Qingqing stopped talking and held Songzi's hand, "Let's go, auntie will take you to continue painting.

You haven't finished the little turtle just now." Hearing this, Songzi's eyes lit up, and he jumped excitedly and followed Liang Qingqing into the room, "Auntie, you didn't let me come out just now, I have painted a lot, look."

"Okay, if you don't paint well, you won't get any candy."

The scene was too chaotic just now, and Liang Qingqing was afraid that the child would be scared, so she asked Songzi to stay in the room and not come out, and continue painting. If he painted well, she would give him candy.

There were still a few White Rabbit candies that Fan Yanxing had given her, just right for coaxing the child.

Seeing Liang Qingqing taking her son to continue doing the previous things as if nothing had happened, Wang Xiaomei knew that she really didn't take it to heart as she said, so she breathed a sigh of relief, then glanced at the only two people left at home, and tentatively said: "I haven't finished washing clothes yet, so I'll go wash them first."

"Sister-in-law, you go." Liang Junqiang always respected his elder brother and sister-in-law, and even if he couldn't smile, he still curled the corners of his lips.

Wang Xiaomei nodded and turned to walk to the backyard.

For a moment, only Liang Junqiang and Fan Yanxing were left in the noisy yard. The former wiped his face, his brows were locked, his expression was exhausted, and he said in a deep voice: "Yanxing, I'm sorry for this, brother. I didn't expect Shumin and the others would..."

Before he finished speaking, Fan Yanxing interrupted him, "Brother Junqiang, let's not talk about this between the two of us. I have said that this has nothing to do with you, so you shouldn't take the responsibility on yourself. Not only will you collapse, but you will also make everyone else tired."

Liang Junqiang pursed his lips and lowered his head. He could not deny that Fan Yanxing was right.

"When are you going to tell your parents about your relationship with Qingqing? I'm afraid something similar will happen again." Liang Junqiang adjusted his mood and asked the question that had puzzled him for a long time.

Hearing this, Fan Yanxing smiled bitterly, a hint of helplessness flashed across his face, "I wish I could make it public sooner."

This meant that Liang Qingqing didn't want to make it public. Liang Junqiang shook his head in surprise and was about to ask why when he heard Fan Yanxing take the initiative to answer, "But it's not far away. When the new youth education center is built and I move out, I can make it public. It's not suitable now."

As he spoke, Fan Yanxing's face slowly showed a faint smile of hope. That relaxed look pierced Liang Junqiang's heart. He was really asking for trouble by talking about things that were not right.

Perhaps realizing Liang Junqiang's current situation of being alone, Fan Yanxing coughed lightly, patted his good brother on the shoulder, and said, "Eight out of ten things in life are not satisfactory. If you fail in love, you can earn more work points and work hard to improve yourself."

Although he said so, Fan Yanxing couldn't hide the smile on his lips.

Liang Junqiang was silent for two seconds, then he pulled the corner of his mouth: "I suddenly want to be alone for a while."

"Then I won't bother you. I'll go watch Songzi paint." Fan Yanxing withdrew his hand very decisively. Liang Junqiang looked at his brisk back and gritted his teeth secretly.

Humph, watching Songzi paint is fake, watching Qingqing is real!

Then he couldn't help feeling depressed, and it took him a long time to lift his feet and walk towards his room. As soon as he opened the door, his melancholy became even deeper. The room was empty, and his heart was empty, and he felt very uncomfortable.

The cabinets that originally stacked women's clothes were mostly empty, and the mirror hanging behind the door was gone...

Everything was restored to the way it was before the marriage. Liang Junqiang stood in the room for a long time until night fell, and there was noise outside again.

"The Huang family is so shameless. Not only did they only return half of the betrothal gift, but they also took back all the dowry." Ma Xiuzhi sat down on a wooden chair in the yard angrily and kicked the ground hard.

Liang Xueyong tried to comfort her, "Those gifts can be considered as her reward for being our daughter-in-law for a few months. At least the contract has been signed. From now on, she and Junqiang will have nothing to do with each other."

"Is she worthy of it?" Ma Xiuzhi snorted coldly. She felt that the word "reward" used by Liang Xueyong sounded a bit harsh, as if Huang Shumin was just a commodity. But then she thought of something and her chest heaved with anger. Not only did she not correct herself, she cursed even more harshly.

"I'm really enlightened. Why doesn't Huang Shumin perform on stage when she's such a good singer? If I hadn't visited their village this time, I wouldn't have known that she is a bitch who says one thing in public and does another in private!"

"What's the matter?" Wang Xiaomei walked out of the room and glanced at her man subconsciously. Liang Shuqiang shook his head, unable to say those ugly words, but Ma Xiuzhi couldn't hold it back and blurted them out, spitting in the direction of the Huang family as she spoke.

"What can we do? Huang Shumin pretends to be kind and generous on the surface, but in fact, every time she comes back to her parents' home, she goesssips about us and Qingqing, saying that we are old and foolish and biased towards our daughter. How can we be so stupid! Your father and I have worked hard for most of our lives to build this family, so we can pamper whoever we want. How can she be the one to make plans behind our backs!"

Wang Xiaomei knew this, so she never envied Liang Qingqing. Other people's parents can give money to whoever they want, and there is no point in being jealous. Stretching too far will only affect family harmony. Besides, although the parents-in-law gave more to their daughter, they never gave them less than what they should have.

She was also a daughter, and when she saw the way Liang's father and mother doted on their daughter, she was envious, not to mention resentful. She even secretly vowed in her heart that if she could have a daughter in the future, she would hold her in her hands and love her like a little princess.

Only Huang Shumin would be confused and treat this matter as a thorn in her eye. It would be fine if she just kept it in her heart, but she had to spread it everywhere. The truth cannot be hidden, and now that Ma Xiuzhi knew about it, it was completely cut off from the possibility of her returning to the Liang family.

Ma Xiuzhi kept scolding for a long time. Liang Qingqing and the others came out as soon as they heard the sound. Seeing this, they quickly brought a glass of water, "Mom, drink a sip quickly, or your mouth will be swearing dry later."

Hearing this slightly teasing remark, Ma Xiuzhi glared at Liang Qingqing, thinking that she had been wronged today, and she was her most beloved daughter, so she couldn't bear to say harsh words, so she took the water and drank it all.

"You are so brave that you even dare to laugh at your mother."

Liang Qingqing knew that Ma Xiuzhi didn't treat her as an equal, and said with a smile: "I'm not joking, I'm caring."

Looking at her beautiful face with a smile like a flower, and being coaxed by a gentle voice for a while, Ma Xiuzhi's depressed heart suddenly felt a lot more comfortable, after all, her daughter was considerate.

After handing the empty cup to Liang Qingqing and putting it away, Ma Xiuzhi instructed Liang Shuqiang to deliver the document to Liang Junqiang. It was not popular to get a marriage certificate in the countryside these days. Just saying hello and registering in the village and then having a wedding banquet was considered a marriage. So it was easy to get a divorce now. All they had to do was go to the village and get a certificate.

"Hurry up and sign the agreement and send it to the village to get it stamped, so that there won't be any more problems. Don't have any contact with such a black-hearted woman in the future. I'll find a good girl for Junqiang in a while. We can't let her drag Junqiang down." Ma

Xiuzhi was talking about her plan. Something came to her mind, and she stood up and pointed at Liang Junqiang's door and cursed: "If you, a stinky boy, still dare to secretly think about that bitch Huang Shumin in your heart, then you are really as stupid as a pig. Don't blame me for being big, what big?"

Liang Shuqiang, who had just walked to Liang Junqiang's door, shrank his neck and reminded him: "Sacrifice your relatives for the sake of justice."

"Yes, it's better to kill relatives for the sake of justice!" Ma Xiuzhi put her hands on her waist. When she mentioned Huang Shumin, she was so angry that she walked back and forth several times. When she saw Liang Shuqiang coming out with the signed document, she simply followed Liang Shuqiang and finally smiled when she got the document with the seal.

"Everyone has worked hard today, so have a good meal."

There were still many people in the village who stretched their necks to see the excitement. Of course, she couldn't let them have their way. Humph, why? Although their family was the victim, why did they have to put on a miserable look? This would not make people sympathize with them, but only make people laugh at them.

Life should go on as it should. The world will not stop turning just because one person is missing.

Liang Junqiang didn't come out for dinner that night, and Ma Xiuzhi didn't care about him. She thought to herself that she would give him one night to digest it. If he dared to look depressed the next day, don't blame her for scolding him.

Fortunately, maybe it was because of the mother-son bond, Liang Junqiang got up early the next morning to fill the water tank with water, chopped a large pile of firewood in the backyard, and even fed the chickens in the chicken coop.

He did all kinds of visible and invisible housework inside and outside the house.