Three-year-old little dragon cub: I am a group favorite in the villain's house

Chapter 90

The Li Shuisheng family's house is being built quickly, but the Song family still sells their stalls on time.

Li Chengqian was a little puzzled. Although they had made some money selling pearls before, the Song family had no intention of using the money to buy a shop. They just bought a donkey and drove the cart out all day long.

In his spare time, he taught his children martial arts, and Jiang Wan took over all the children's "cultural classes".

On this day, Jiang Wan was teaching "The Analects of Confucius" to several young students at home, when she saw Song Jiyuan walking in with Mr. and Mrs. Wang Tiejiang, who were a little embarrassed.

"Hey. Brother Wang, sister-in-law, why do you have time to come and play?" Mrs. Song wiped her hands and walked quickly towards the two of them.

Blacksmith Wang nervously took out a letter from his arms and said to Mrs. Song: "Sister, I... we received a letter, but... we don't know the words. We usually ask Doctor Yang. But he went out today and wanted to ask you. I heard that you are all literate."

Mrs. Song glanced at Song Jiyuan, and both of them noticed the seal on the envelope, which was exclusive to the military camp.She turned around and quickly called Song Weiguo out.

"Is there anyone in the uncle's family in the military camp?" Song Weiguo opened the letter in the eyes of the couple and asked them.

Speaking of this, Blacksmith Wang, who was still a little embarrassed at first, nodded: "My youngest son is on duty in the military camp."

Song Weiguo smiled, but when he read the letter, his brows suddenly wrinkled.

"Wake up, dad, what's going on? Why don't you say anything?" Blacksmith Wang and his wife saw Song Weiguo's expression, and both of them were a little anxious.

The son traveled thousands of miles, and the mother was worried. The son was working as an errand in the frontier, and both of them were very worried.

"Uncle, Auntie, this letter says that Wang Ertie was... killed in battle during an attack..." In this envelope, in addition to such a letter, there was also a thin 50-tael silver note.

When she heard the news, Mrs. Song's eyes suddenly widened, and Blacksmith Wang and his wife swayed and almost fainted to the side...

"How could it be? How could it be? My son." Aunt Wang burst into tears, and Mrs. Song also wiped away her tears.

How could she not understand this emotion?When Song Weiguo went on an expedition in the past, she was always on tenterhooks.If possible, she wished she could bear all the suffering on behalf of her son.

The couple was immersed in sadness for a long time and couldn't help themselves. Song Weiguo's hand holding the envelope trembled slightly.

The movement in the yard also alarmed the children in the house. Song Jichen's hands hanging by his sides clenched tightly, and he could hear the trembling of his own teeth.

Xingxing could feel the deep sadness coming from the yard. She raised her head and held Jiang Wan's hand tightly. She asked in a muffled voice: "Auntie, when can we stop fighting?"

If there is no war, there will be no casualties, right?Grandpa Wang and Grandma Wang are so old, they still have to bear the pain of losing their children, and there are countless Wang Ertie in this world.

"Xingxing, the world will get better in the future." Song Jichen touched Xingxing's little head and said in a serious tone.

"Ayuan, send your Grandpa and Grandma Wang back and put their things away for them." Song Weiguo patted Song Jiyuan on the shoulder.

Song Jiyuan nodded, holding the two of them in his arms and walking slowly aside.

When Song Weiguo turned around, Xingxing clearly saw the darkness in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)