Rebirth 1983

Chapter 15 Hanging on the hook for 100 year
Chen Song himself will not feel any embarrassment, but he is just worried that something will happen to Wang Yao after hearing these gossips.
After all, she is a thin-skinned and strong woman, if she can't think about it...

Seeing Chen Song lost in thought, Chen Aiguo became even more angry.

"That widow is just so nice, you won't think about food or tea." Chen Aiguo patted the back of Chen Song's head to wake him up, and his tone could not help but be stern with his father's.

"Dad, don't talk nonsense. I have a clean relationship with others. I didn't think about those things."

Although Chen Song had a good impression of Wang Yao, it hadn't reached that level yet. At first, he just wanted to repay her. After learning about Wang Yao's temperament and experience, he felt more sympathy for her. If he really wanted to say that he liked her, it was still a bit close.

After all, counting the time he lived in his previous life, Chen Song has lived for more than 50 years, so he is unlikely to fall in love with others casually.

"Let me tell you, stay away from their house in the future." Chen Aiguo frowned, seeing that Chen Song didn't seem to take his words to heart, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Although the family is separated, Chen Aiguo still feels sorry for his third son, so he has to pay attention to his recent situation from time to time. He thought he had earned some money to build a new house, and the life of the third son will be up from now on.

"Dad, it's fine, they are pitiful enough, how could they treat them like this." Chen Song waved his hand indifferently.

"You! You really want to piss your dad off, you won't listen to anything!" Chen Aiguo slapped his thigh. His son had grown up and his wings were hardened. He was no longer the one who could scold casually.

"Dad, people say what others say, I just need to be myself. Why care so much about other people's opinions, if we have to care about other people's opinions in everything, then we can live by others' colors in the future."

Chen Song thinks more openly than Chen Aiguo, in fact, according to the age they were alive, there is not much difference between the two. Chen Song has more memories of his life, but he is more open-minded than Chen Aiguo who stayed in a small mountain village for decades.

"It doesn't make sense to you, so do it yourself!"

Chen Aiguo was so pissed off by Chen Song that he was so angry that he didn't want to talk. Seeing his son who was taller than him, he couldn't beat him even if he wanted to, so he had to leave here and go back to sulk.

After Chen Aiguo left, Chen Song considered Wang Yao's attitude.

Women are still very sensitive to rumors. At this moment, Wang Yao must have known the gossip in the village, but she was relieved last night. If she really listened to it, such rumors would not only harm her, but also make her heart stronger.

Considering that he has run out of money now, Chen Song decided to get some money back first, and then think about other things.

The back mountain of Chenjia'ao once again ushered in Chen Song, the search king.

Still a large piece of Dendrobium candidum was stuffed into the bamboo basket behind, and Chen Song was familiar with it, and this piece of Dendrobium grew in a large area, and the bamboo basket was soon filled.

I wanted to look for honey again, and went around a few times, but I didn't find a honeycomb on the mountain, but I did find some mushrooms. Although they were not worth much, they tasted delicious.

Although Chen Songyuan has a shy personality, he has strong hands-on ability. He climbed trees to dig out bird nests, took his younger brother into the water to catch eels, and even fished by the stream.

Because of this, when the elder sister-in-law was not married, the family still often had game that Chen Song occasionally brought to improve the food, but after the elder brother Chen Mo got married, Chen Song was unwilling to do these things, but his fourth brother, who didn't like studying, liked doing these things more.

Chen Song would not force his younger brother to go to school. Everyone has their own opportunities. If his younger brother Chen Gen has his own hobbies and skills, he will be able to live well in the future. What's more, this is not the future, and now a craft is more important than a degree.

The dendrobium in this frame came down the mountain, but Chen Song accidentally found two pheasants hiding in the grass.

Chen Song's eyes lit up, he immediately put down the bamboo basket on his back quietly, and crept closer.

The vigilance of the pheasants in the mountains is still quite high. Perhaps it is Chen Song's enlarged figure as he approaches, which makes the pheasants feel unsafe. With a flutter of wings, they are ready to fly up the big tree and escape.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Chen Song jumped forward, and his body directly pressed the two pheasants down.

Skillfully grabbed the weeds next to him and tied them into a rope, and tied the feet of the two pheasants into knots, so that they could not run away. He successfully caught the pheasants, and Chen Song looked much more excited.

"That's a good sign."

Chen Song grabbed the pheasant and walked down the mountain slowly.

As soon as he returned to his unrenovated house, Chen Song saw the little girl sitting in front of the doorstep, holding her chin with her hands, wondering what she was thinking.

Seeing Chen Song appearing, Yaotiao immediately ran over: "Uncle, where have you been? Mom asked me to come and find you."

Chen Song dropped the pheasant in his hand, and messed up his soft and smooth hair again: "Uncle has gone up the mountain, why is your mother looking for Uncle and me?"

Yaotiao murmured to stop messing with my hair, and then said, "I don't understand either. Mom told you not to care about what everyone said. She won't be angry."

After Yaotiao imitated her mother's tone and demeanor, she looked at Chen Song: "Uncle, why did mother say she wasn't angry? Did Yaotiao make mother unhappy?"

Chen Song shook his head, and replied gently: "No way, slim is your mother's pistachio, isn't it?"

"That's right. She's so good-looking."

Chen Song breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that Wang Yao had overcome the slander of these gossip and rumors on her, and her heart became stronger, Chen Song couldn't help applauding her.

Chen Song handed one of the pheasants to Yaoyao: "Little Yaoyao, take this pheasant home and treat it as uncle's living expenses at your house for two days, okay?"

Yaoyao didn't take it, but looked up a little aggrieved and asked Chen Song: "Uncle, do you plan to continue living? Then Yaoyao won't be able to hear the story uncle told."

"In the future, Yaoyao can come here to look for uncle at any time, and uncle can tell you Jiang's story at any time, okay?"

Chen Song smiled, squatted down, and looked directly at Xiao Yaoyao, very gentle.

Xiao Yaoyao bit her finger, and finally nodded.

After receiving the pheasant handed over by Chen Song, Xiao Yaoyao showed a smile on her face, as if seeing the scene where the pheasant turned into a chicken stew, glistening saliva flowed out of her little mouth involuntarily.

"Go back, uncle still has to go to the county, when uncle comes back, can I bring some delicious food for Xiao Yaoyao?"

"Then uncle, you have to keep your word." Yaoyao stretched out her finger: "Let's pull the hook."

"Okay, let's hang the hook for 100 years and not change it." Chen Song also stretched out his little finger, making an agreement with the hook with his slender little finger.

Perhaps because of embarrassment, Yaoyao quickly grabbed the pheasant and ran away.

When Yaotiao was far away, Chen Song poured himself two sips of water, did not continue to rest for a while, and walked directly to the county with the bamboo basket on his back.

Instead of walking this time, I waited for the bus.

There is a trip from Chenjiaao to the county every day, usually around 10:[-], passing through Chenjiaao from the next-door village and then to the county.

The dilapidated small bus came quickly, and there were not many people on it. There were few people going to the county from ten miles and eight towns, and even fewer were willing to spend money to take the bus.

The conductor didn't care about Chen Song carrying a big bamboo basket. After collecting the fare, he didn't care, and Chen Song was happy to relax.

There are all kinds of smells in the car, some with a sheep on board, some with two snakeskin bags and don't know what to put them in, and some with Chinese tunic suits and glasses.

Maybe it was because he didn't sleep too much last night, Chen Song didn't care about other people, and fell asleep for a while.

About an hour later, the bus entered the county. The driver parked the bus outside the station. The conductor urged everyone to get off the bus quickly, and they had to run another bus later.

Chen Song was woken up by the loud voice of the conductor, patted his face to wake himself up, picked up his bamboo basket and got out of the car.

The county hospital wasn't far from here, but it was a two-block walk.

(End of this chapter)