Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s - Chapter 132

“I did this just to set things right and let the He Lihua sisters return to their original life track.” Zhao Zheng said it was high-sounding.

When Song Fengchen heard this, he laughed. He increased his tone and asked: “After the death of Cao Yuanzhong, father and son, will you kill Xu Jiaming together?”

After all, it was Xu Jiaming, who was destined to be troubled all his life, dragged He Lihua, who was supposed to be wealthy and wealthy.

Zhao Zheng’s complexion changed slightly. He was not so frantic. At most, he did something to make Xu Jiaming give up to He Lihua, then divorced her, and finally walked with He Lijuan.

This is the ending for the three of them.

He Lihua calmed down, staring at Zhao Zheng with her eyes tightly. When she heard Song Fengchen’s words, for a moment, her heart was excited. After all, who doesn’t yearn for a life of wealth and wealth.

But it was only a moment. Now she is just an ordinary worker. She has not experienced the fateful desperate situation of her husband indulging in gambling and owing huge gambling debtors to ruin. Naturally, she can’t sharpen her strong will and hardworking spirit.

All she can think of is the relationship between Xu Jiaming and Xu Jiaming in the past twenty years. The other party may not be her satisfactory husband, but he is definitely a qualified relative.

In addition, her current life is not too bad, and she is more than enough. Although the two sons have a bad temper, they are filial in nature. Had it not been for Zhao Zheng’s visit, she had even planned to go back to her hometown with Xu Jiaming in the future.

All glory and wealth are just vain, and only the interdependence in front of them is real.

Seeing Zhao Zheng not speaking, Song Fengchen said in his heart as expected, and then said sharply: “Gong is gong, passing is passing. Your grandfather’s fame has nothing to do with his being sentenced to tongue-out hell. He himself was drunk. , Saying the wrong thing, shouldn’t you pay for it?”

Without waiting for Zhao Zheng to refute, just listen to Song Fengchen continue to say: “Not to mention, Yin has a Yin path, and Yang has a Yang path. Daoists have practiced for decades, don’t you know what is called a Yang person regardless of Yin’s affairs?”

With just this sentence, Song Fengchen qualitatively determined the matter.

“The Taoist buddies acted, in essence, they just learned something by themselves and killed people wantonly. Forgive Song Mou bluntly, there are too many capable people and strangers in the world, and it is not your turn to act for the heavens. .”

Hearing this, Zhao Zheng blushed, his eyes burst into flames, and he was mostly angry.

After saying so many words in a row, Song Fengchen took a rough breath, and then said coldly: “This is the end of the matter.”

In detail, in this matter, Zhao Zheng’s grandfather, He father and mother, He Lijuan, He Lihua, none of them are innocent.

Zhao Zheng’s grandfather, drunkenness and misconduct, it is the final conclusion, the matter has fallen to the point where it is today, and he has to bear half of the responsibility.

He and his mother, regardless of right and wrong, can do something that favors the elder daughter and compares the younger daughter with a few words for others. It can be seen that they are not qualified parents in their bones, and what they do will only make people feel sick. .

He Lijuan, because of Cao Yuanzhong’s father and son, seemed to be a victim. But then I think about where can a 14-year-old who can comfortably let his two-year-old sister carry bath water.

Then there was the bowl of braised pork. Just as He Lihua said, in the end, she had only eaten two pieces of meat, but she was scolded. He Lijuan ate most of the bowl of meat, but she was praised.

Thirteen-year-old He Lijuan faces eleven-year-old He Lihua.

What Song Fengchen saw was the scheming sister crushing the poor little sister with low EQ.

It is impossible to say that it is impossible to say nothing.

In the end, it was He Lihua, who was obviously the fate of the rich and the noble, but because Zhao Zheng’s grandfather drank too much, he was confused and became a little pitiful. From childhood to adulthood, the only extraordinary thing she ever did was to **** He Lijuan’s marriage.

I thought that after marrying Xu Jiaming, she would be able to escape from the sea of ​​suffering and lead a worry-free life. As a result, within a few years, the Xu family was defeated, and only He Lijuan, whom she had been jealous of, was the only one she could rely on.

Extremely ridiculous—

If He Lijuan is the biggest beneficiary in the whole thing, then He Lihua is a total victim.

But she was blinded by resentment and thoughts she shouldn’t have.

Song Fengchen had no intention of evaluating whether she was doing this right or wrong. He only knew that once Zhao Zheng succeeded, there would be three living lives.

He Lijuan couldn’t help her, but the three of Cao Yuanzhong and his son were innocent.

That being the case, it would be better to take a step back and let it go.

“No.” It was Zhao Zheng who was speaking. He stared angrily. Song Fengchen wanted to make big things small and small things small, how could he agree.

But Song Fengchen didn’t intend to refer to Zhao Zheng’s opinions at all. He raised his head and looked at the two sisters He Lijuan: “What do you think?”

After he finished speaking, he paused and explained: “I can’t handle the problem of your fate. It is a matter for the Yinsi. After you die, the court of Yama, and the judge will have your own decision.”

There was a long silence.

There was chaos in He Lijuan’s mind. It was impossible to say that she was not disappointed. She always thought that she was able to have today because of her own efforts, but she didn’t expect it to be just a joke.

He Lihua had no sadness or joy on her face, but it turned out that her miserable life was a fallacy from beginning to end.

It was He Lijuan who spoke first. She said, “Okay.”

Then He Lihua followed weakly and said, “That’s it.”

Otherwise, they have no choice.

The two sisters never looked at each other from beginning to end.

Seeing that Zhao Zheng still wanted to speak, Song Fengchen shouted: “There are many ways to atone for your grandfather. Instead of staring at Cao Yuanzhong and his son, you should think about how to compensate the He Lihua family.”

Zhao Zheng opened his mouth, the anger in his eyes gradually faded, and his expression returned to calm.

The skills are not as good as others, he and the He Lijuan sisters have no choice.

Song Fengchen said: “In that case, let’s return the three of Cao Yuan’s father and son’s longevity.”

Zhao Zheng’s expression was sorrowful, and his throat was dry: “Okay.”

Taking the Yangshou back, the three of Cao Yuanzhong and his son woke up at noon the next day. Except for their gray hair, they have returned to their former looks.

Now that the matter has been resolved, Song Fengchen has no intention of staying in Hushi. The next morning, the two of them resigned to He Lijuan.

“Master Song should come to Hushi for the first time. Why not stay in Hushi for a few more days so that I can do my best as a landlord.” He Lijuan laughed with her.

“There are still things to do at home, so I won’t bother Ms. He.” Song Fengchen said politely.

“All right,” He Lijuan pushed the wooden box in her hand over: “This is a good reward.”

When Song Fengchen saw it, a smile appeared in his eyes, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

He Lijuan then said, “One more thing, do you want to ask Master Song?”

Song Fengchen glanced at her and felt clear. He said, “Ms. He, but it’s okay to say?”

He Lijuan looked hesitant: “It’s about my fate…”

To put it simply, her current situation is like a poor jingle person borrowing a huge sum of money from the bank, which will be repaid in the future.

Her fate was bad at first, and if she owed a wicked debt in her next life, she was afraid that she would only be a beggar.

She smiled bitterly: “What should I do?”

For the sake of these two jade seals, Song Fengchen thought for a while and said, “I will show you two paths.”

He Lijuan straightened her spine subconsciously.

“First, do good deeds and cultivate more merits.” Song Fengchen sank: “Secondly, what Zhao Zheng did, you just follow.”

He Lijuan opened her mouth. Song Fengchen meant that she should compensate He Lihua.

Song Fengchen only said, “You owe her this.”

He Lijuan was silent, for a long time, she gave a wry smile: “Understood.”

Back in the capital, Song Fengchen had a good day and planned to transplant honeysuckle into the small garden of the mansion on April 1.

Coincidentally, this day happened to be Xu Shujian’s birthday.

Xu Junmin and Xu Shidao both went on a business trip, and it happened that Xu Shujian didn’t intend to do anything big, so she simply closed the door and had a day of crookedness with Song Fengchen.

When the sun went down, the sky suddenly darkened, followed by strong winds and heavy rain.

Song Fengchen, who was awakened by thunder, opened his eyes and looked at the door, his left hand unconsciously wandered on the smooth and delicate skin of the person in his arms.

When his consciousness returned to the cage, the big palm fell on Xiao Shujian without knowing how, he rubbed it twice, and then let the harassed and impatient Xu Shujian kick off the bed.

Sitting on the ground, Song Fengchen grabbed his hair and suddenly remembered what was going on. He got up from the ground, took the crumpled clothes next to Xu Shujian’s pillow, and put it on, stepped on the slippers and went downstairs.

There was thunder and lightning, and Xu Shujian lost sleep, and simply got up.

Song Fengchen received a total of four treasure seals one after another, one of the Manchu state seal “Treasure of the Son of Heaven”, one of the Kangxi private seal of “Seven-year-old Qingjian”, one Yongzheng private seal of “Chao Qianxi Xi Ti”, and the other Qianlong private seal “Eight-Earth” Nianzhibao’.

Seeing Xu Shujian coming down from upstairs, he was very pleased to point to the three private seals and ask: “Which one of these three do you like?”

Xu Shujian glanced at him, walked over, picked up the three private seals and played with them one by one, and finally pointed to the Fang Kangxi private seal’Seven-year-old Qingjian’ and said, “This.”

When Song Fengchen saw it, he happily responded, “Okay, I’ll give it to you, it’s barely a half birthday present.”

“Yeah.” Xu Shujian’s lips curled slightly.

“You cook, I’ll do something.”

After speaking, Song Fengchen put away the other three jade seals, got up and walked towards the corner.

“Yeah.” Xu Shujian responded, and he never asked too much about Song Fengchen’s affairs. Seeing Song Fengchen picking up the pot of honeysuckle and planning to go out, he instructed: “It’s raining outside, put on your raincoat.”

“Okay.” Song Fengchen put down the things in his hands very obediently, folded and went to the utility room.

As the lightning and thunder intensified, Xu Shujian felt a little disturbed.

He put down the kitchen knife and walked out of the kitchen.

I don’t know how long it took, and the dense thunder and lightning outside the house gradually became thinner, and the momentum became stronger and stronger.

At the moment when the living room clock points to six o’clock—

“Boom!”

The moment the deafening thunder rang, the window was as bright as day, and for a moment, Xu Shujian lost her sense of sight and hearing.

When he slowed over, he saw Song Fengchen push the door and enter.

Xu Shujian panted lightly, seeming to have lingering fears, he hesitated on his face: “You–” What did you do?

Song Fengchen seemed to be in a better mood. He hummed, “It’s nothing, just got some fertilizer for our honeysuckle.”

“Yeah.” Xu Shujian was skeptical.

The dinner is very hearty, with scallion-seared sea cucumber, soft-boiled abalone, braised rabbit meat, steamed sandworms, stewed chicken with dendrobium, dried beans, and an egg tart.

Satiated with wine and food, Song Fengchen took out a wooden box and handed it to Xu Shujian: “Happy birthday, this is the other half of the gift.”

Xu Shujian took the wooden box, opened it, and a faint ink scent came over his face, and his eyes lit up: “This is?”

“Baohan Ningxiang, I did it, do you like it?” Song Fengchen looked at him, and the light cast a layer of light on Xu Shujian’s body, which was gentle and elegant.

“I like it.” Xu Shujian’s eyes flickered, and he pressed the corners of his lips without concealing his feelings, for this piece of ink ingot, Song Fengchen’s heart.

“Then, can you give me some reward.” Song Fengchen narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Xu Shujian was overjoyed in her heart, and was too happy to be too tired of him, so she leaned forward at the moment.

Then Song Fengchen clasped his shoulders.

Outside the window is the patter of rain, and inside the window is the sound of heartbeats gradually overlapping.

With his eyes facing each other, Song Fengchen gave a chuckle, lowered his head and pecked at the corner of Xu Shujian’s mouth.

He said: “Shu Jian, I love you!”

Xu Shujian reached out and put her arms around Song Fengchen’s neck, and said softly: “I love you too!”

Under the bright light, Song Fengchen opened his eyes and smiled, Xu Shujian couldn’t help but be overjoyed.

Time also seems to stand still at this moment—

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Like the title, the text is over here, thank you for your company over the past few months, bow and hug!

There are still a few extras to write, after all, there are still some branches that have not been explained.