Song Li looked at the boy squatting in front of her with his butt sticking up. She was stunned for a moment, then realized that Song Cheng wanted to carry her on his back, and quickly refused with a smile, "No need to call me Brother Song Cheng, just let Auntie hold me." Song Li called him Brother Song Cheng very naturally.
Life depends entirely on acting skills, and Song Li has done a lot of things like climbing up the ladder.
It's possible that Song Cheng offered to carry her on his back out of kindness because he saw that her leg was injured, but Song Li didn't dare to let her guard down. She had heard from her grandmother that the relationship between men and women in the 1980s was more special. Although Song Cheng was still young, she didn't dare to take the risk.
She wanted to find a suitable new identity for herself in this era, and she also wanted to have a relationship with the Song family, but not that kind of relationship with Song Cheng.
Wang Chunhua, who was standing aside, felt bitter. Her son had grown up but he had never asked to carry her on his back. When she had injured her foot before, not only did he not carry her, he didn't even give her a cup of hot water.
But when she looked at Song Li's bright little face, she couldn't say anything to blame Song Cheng.
Not to mention her son, even she, seeing Xiao Song's face and those big, expressive eyes, would be unable to control her desire to show her courtesy.
But she couldn't bear to let her precious son suffer, and she couldn't bear to see her precious son carrying other women in front of her.
She glanced at Song Li's injured leg. The hole in her knee was stained with blood. The injury looked serious. Thinking that Song Li had fallen into the grass and needed help to get up, Wang Chunhua used her free arm to pull Song Cheng's back, "Son, get up. Mom will carry you."
Song Cheng stood up and stepped aside.
Wang Chunhua took Song Cheng's place and squatted in front of Song Li.
Song Li quickly supported Wang Chunhua's arm and pulled her up. "Auntie, no need. I can walk by myself. Just support me."
Song Li looked at Wang Chunhua's thin body and didn't dare to let her carry her on her back.
Wang Chunhua is about 1.5 meters tall and very thin. He probably weighs less than 90 kilograms.
Song Li is 1.65 meters tall and weighs 100 kilograms. She doesn't dare to let Song Cheng carry her, nor does she have the heart to let Wang Chunhua carry her.
Wang Chunhua stood up and took a look at Song Li's injured leg, and asked in confusion, "Can you walk? It's still a long way from home."
Song Li nodded affirmatively, "Auntie, support me. I can hold on and walk home." Her legs looked badly injured, but they were only superficial injuries, with no bone damage. After Wang Chunhua helped her out of the bushes, she moved her legs a little, and the tendon that was tied seemed to be unblocked. It wasn't as painful as before, and at least she could walk.
Wang Chunhua stopped insisting after hearing that. She had only eaten one meal in the morning all day and was very hungry. It would be difficult for her to carry Song Li home.
She held Song Li's arm and said, "Let's go home quickly."
Song Cheng walked ahead first. He seemed to be in a hurry to go home, and his steps were quite fast. Wang Chunhua supported Song Li and followed behind.
Song Li looked at Song Cheng who was walking ahead with his head down, and quietly chatted with Wang Chunhua about family matters.
The two chatted all the way, and when they arrived at Wang Chunhua's door, Song Li had a basic understanding of this era, which was very similar to the development trajectory of her own era. She should have traveled to a different time and space.
By then, the situation of the Song family was almost understood.
Except for Wang Chunhua, the daughter of a noble family who was of similar age to her and was unwilling to say more, Song Li basically understood everything about the other three members of the family.
The person who knows that the Song family is in charge is Wang Chunhua's husband Song Wenshan. Whether she can have a new identity in this era depends on Song Wenshan.
Standing at the gate of the Song family courtyard, Song Li felt Wang Chunhua beside him trembling.
Song Li didn't think much about it, thinking that she was just hungry. Wang Chunhua had just said on the way that she would only have one meal today.
However, Song Li soon found out the real reason why Wang Chunhua was shaking.
As soon as Song Cheng opened the gate, an angry male voice came from the house, "You damned woman, you finally came back? I thought you ran away like your heartless and ungrateful daughter! I've been waiting for you all day with an empty stomach, why don't you die outside?"
I……"
Every time the man in the room spoke, Wang Chunhua's body trembled. Finally, she leaned directly against Song Li.
Only then did Song Li realize that Wang Chunhua was shaking not because of hunger but because of fear.
Only people who have been victims of domestic violence for a long time will have this kind of reaction.
Song Li felt sorry for what happened to Wang Chunhua, but at that moment she really had no ability to stand up for Wang Chunhua. The only thing she could do was to hold Wang Chunhua's trembling body tightly.
"Dad, it's me. I'm back." Song Cheng subconsciously turned his head to look behind him, and quickly raised his voice to stop Song Wenshan's scolding.
Song Cheng's words finally made the man in the room stop.
Wang Chunhua breathed a sigh of relief, and Song Li also breathed a sigh of relief.
Hearing Song Cheng's voice, Song Wenshan rushed out of the house and walked towards the gate. "Son, are you back? Why are you back so late? Isn't tomorrow Saturday?"
Song Wenshan is most proud of his son who is studying in a junior high school in the town. He really treats his only precious son like a baby and dotes on him.
When talking to his son, Song Wenshan had already put away all his anger, and his tone was naturally filled with joy.
"I came back with my mother."
Song Wenshan's anger, which he had just suppressed, rose up again. "That damn woman went to the town to find you? Who gave her the courage? She..."
"Dad, please listen to me first." Song Cheng interrupted Song Wenshan again with an unhappy tone.
I didn't think his father was rude before, but tonight I felt like he spoke like an ignorant and reckless man.
I don’t know if Song Li will think too much about it.
"Dad, I have something to tell you." Afraid that Song Wenshan would say something bad again, Song Cheng quickly got to the point.
Song Wenshan frowned and leaned towards the door, "What's the matter?" He thought, why hasn't that damn woman Wang Chunhua entered the yard yet? He has been hungry all day, and she doesn't hurry up to cook. Does she want to starve him to death?
The anger that Song Wenshan had just suppressed began to bubble up.
"What are you doing hiding at the door, you bitch? Do you want to starve me to death?"
Wang Chunhua, who was in Song Li's arms, was about to step into the courtyard as if by reflex.
Song Li was almost falling down because of her, and her injured leg was pulled, so she couldn't help but let out a hiss.
Wang Chunhua then remembered Song Li. She stopped and helped Song Li up, saying, "Xiao Song, are you okay?"
Song Li shook her head while enduring the pain, "Are you okay, Auntie?"
Song Wenshan listened to the strange female voice coming from the courtyard gate, glanced at Song Cheng, and asked him, "Is there anyone else outside the door?"
Song Cheng smiled triumphantly at Song Wenshan, took Song Wenshan's arm and walked to the gate of the courtyard, pointed at Song Li and introduced her, "Dad, this is Song Li?" Then he introduced Song Wenshan to Song Li, "Sister Song Li, this is my dad."
Song Li had a bad first impression of Song Wenshan, but she had to suppress her dissatisfaction and greeted him with a smile, "Hello uncle, my name is Song Li."
Song Wenshan looked at Song Cheng and then at Song Li, with an expression that was hard to describe. He stared at Song Li from head to toe, and his eyes were really a bit presumptuous. After a while, he asked Song Cheng uncertainly, "Son, who is she? Who do you think she is?"
"Dad, she's not my schoolmate. Mom and I met her on the road."
Next, Song Cheng briefly told Song Wenshan about his encounter with Song Li on the way home and his rescue of Song Li.
Song Wenshan breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. Fortunately, it was not what he thought!
He thought his son had learned how to date from a young age.
He turned his gaze back to Song Li, staring at her face for a few seconds, as if he had thought of something. He smiled especially lovingly and greeted Song Li warmly.
"Xiao Song, right? Come in quickly. It's fate that Song Chengniang and I can meet you on the road. It just so happens that your last name is Song, and our last name is Song too. This may be a kind of destiny."
Isn't this God's will? Song Zhi had just escaped, and his son came back to rescue a woman named Song Li. It would be unreasonable if this wasn't specially arranged by God to save the Song family.