Dr. Chung’s 90s

Zhou Qin was bringing steaming noodles to the table. He turned around and saw his daughter's face solemn, and asked curiously:
  "What's wrong with you? Who called?"

When she asked this, she didn't take it too seriously. She was still picking up pickles with chopsticks and putting them in a small bowl.

Zhong Yu put the receiver back to its original position and said in a harsh voice:
  "It was Song Botao who called just now. He said that Uncle Song... passed away..."

With a clatter, the chopsticks in Zhou Qin's hand fell on the table. She said in a daze:
  "What did you say? Mom didn't hear clearly!"

Zhong Yu said sadly: "Mom, Uncle Song passed away. I don't know what happened, and I don't know how to follow Chun."

Zhou Qin sat down absentmindedly and said in a dry voice:
  "Why is it so sudden? We are just a couple, and we don't have a father since spring..."

Zhong Yu can understand her mother's mood at the moment. The two divorced and there is no relationship between husband and wife, but they still have family ties.

Zhou Qin unconsciously reached out and took off her apron. She didn't know what she should do at this moment.

After a moment of relief, she looked at her daughter again as if asking for help, and said sadly: "I can't open this mouth with Chun. You go and tell him. He must have just left not long ago, and the other party is probably in a panic. We have to Hurry up and help Zhang Luo."

Zhong Yu touched her mother's cold hand and said with some distress:
  "Don't worry. I'll go talk to Congchun about this. Eat something to fill your stomach. You have to eat to be full before you have the strength to deal with big things. You have to cheer up and support Congchun. .”

Zhou Qin nodded mechanically and sat on the dining chair obediently. Zhong Yu looked at her expression as if she was about to cry.

She swallowed her words before turning around and walking towards Song Congchun's room.

The sudden sound of the door opening woke up Song Congchun. He shrank back into bed and said with a thick nasal voice:
  "I won't have breakfast. When did I get up? I made it myself and ate it. You can go about your own business and leave me alone."

If it were this time normally, no one would come to the room to call him.

Zhong Yu walked to his bedside with heavy steps and sat down, her mind involuntarily recalling every detail of her father's death.

Although she had various opinions about Song Bingkun, she never wanted him to die. Her father's existence was too important to the child.

Now she had to tell her brother the bad news in person. She hesitated and said:
  "Congchun, your eldest brother called just now. He said that Uncle Song passed away..."

In the extremely quiet room, these words seemed particularly abrupt. Song Congchun opened the quilt fiercely and said with a serious face:
  "Sister, this joke is not funny at all. You can't say such nonsense next time."

Zhong Yu twitched the corners of her mouth stiffly, her smile was uglier than her tears, and she reiterated:
  "Congchun, this is not a joke, it's true. I don't know what happened specifically, but you have to get up quickly. We have to go to the Song family to see what's going on."

Song Congchun glanced at Zhong Yu intently, then hurriedly started to get dressed.

His hands were shaking and he couldn't pull the zipper up. He slapped himself hard in anger, which made Zhong Yu feel distressed.

She immediately stepped forward and said softly: "Let me help you."

Song Congchun let go of his hand dejectedly and let her do it. Zhong Yu said in a low voice:
  "Mom and I will accompany you to the Song family later. Don't get angry in a hurry. Let's find out what the situation is."

Song Congchun's eyes were red, he raised his head stubbornly and said in a hoarse voice:
  "Sister, I've grown up, don't worry."

He was still the kind and sensible young man. Zhong Yu rubbed his short hair, put his arm around his shoulders and accompanied him out.

As soon as Song Conchun came out, Zhou Qin stood up immediately without eating a bite of the noodles in front of her.

"Let's go now and see how your dad is doing. We'll talk about other things later."

Song Congchun took the initiative to hold his mother's hand, and the mother and son supported each other. Zhong Yu knew that they had no appetite to eat at the moment, so he didn't force it.

She picked up her hat and scarf and said softly: "You two change your shoes first. I'll call and ask for leave to go with you."

Although Zhou Qin felt sad, she was not ready to give up on everything. She hesitated and said:
  "How about you go to work? I'll go with Congchun and it'll be fine."

How could Zhong Yu ignore them at this time? She comforted:
  "It's okay. There aren't many things going on in the hospital at the end of the year, so I'm not that busy."

She wasn't telling lies, so Zhou Qin didn't try to persuade her any more.

I still don't know what's going on with the Song family. Although she and Chun Chun won't fight over anything, if someone deliberately attacks them, she has someone to talk to with Zhong Yu.

The three mothers took a taxi directly and arrived at their destination. Before they entered the Song family's house, they heard a cry and howl from a distance. The sound was very recognizable, and they knew it was the old lady of the Song family.

Song Congchun couldn't suppress the pain in his heart when he heard the crying, and tears fell down his face.

At this moment, many people gathered in the Song family, and they saw Song Bingkun lying upright on the door panel. His face was covered with yellow paper, and his face could not be seen clearly.

Song Congchun knelt down as soon as he entered the door. He was so weak that he opened his mouth several times, but no sound came out.

Zhou Qin's eyes were also moist. The past was just like a passing cloud. In the end, whoever died was the most important. No matter what happened before, there is no need to care about it now.

Zhong Yu subconsciously observed everyone in the room. Except for the crying old lady Song, the other relatives were not too sad. Song Botao was crying with snot and tears. Song Meiting was not there. Wang Hui hugged his son and huddled aside silently. Some nearby neighbors also came to watch the fun.

Song Congchun never had the courage to look at his father. After venting his emotions, he regained his senses and asked Song Botao:
  "Dad was in good health, why did he suddenly pass away? He was not sick, so how did you take care of him?"

Song Botao avoided Song Congchun's questioning eyes and said solemnly:
  "Dad went out for a drink last night. He probably drank too much. He passed out drunk by the creek. The temperature was so low at night that he froze to death..."

After hearing this, Song Congchun looked in disbelief and said angrily:
  "You know he goes out to drink, why don't you go find him? How can you sleep peacefully even if he doesn't come back at night? Are you his son? Why are you so cruel?"

Song Botao was a little embarrassed when his younger brother asked him, so he said forcefully:
  "Dad is such an old man. His hands and feet are flexible and he doesn't need me to take care of him every day. My son has just turned one month old and I am too busy feeding him and changing diapers at night. I never thought he was not back."

This is really ironic. Even when Song Bingkun remarried, he always protected his son and thought about him. He was afraid that he would be wronged. After finally waiting for him to get married and start a family, not only did he fail to enjoy his old age, but he also lost his son. Dislike.

Song Congchun looked numb after hearing this. He had no strength to confront Song Botao anymore, as if he had grown up overnight.

He murmured to Song Bingkun's body:
  "Dad, the son you have protected all your life is such a wolf-hearted person. Will you regret it if you are still alive?"

His words made Song Botao flinch. How could he not feel guilty after doing something wrong?

Although Mrs. Song was partial to her other sons, she was heartbroken to lose this filial son who was willing to spend money for him.

She was getting older and could no longer behave and roll around. She could only point at Song Botao's nose and curse:
  "You are a heartless thing. You don't even care about your father's life or death. You won't have anything good to eat in the future..." As soon as she finished her words, she heard Song Meiting burst into the house crying and shouting. She threw herself at Song Bingkun's body. In front of him, he cried bitterly and said:
  "Dad, why are you willing to leave me like this? You haven't seen me get married yet. Why are you so cruel?"

She was really sad to the extreme, crying as if she was going to faint. The Song family relatives hurriedly came forward to comfort her.

She didn't listen to what anyone said. She turned to look at Wang Hui fiercely and said with hatred in her eyes:
  "Ever since you, a famous celebrity, got married, my father and I have never had a good life. You can't even tolerate me having a meal at home. As a result, I have no home to go to. You have deducted all my father's salary. He was living a miserable and depressed life, otherwise why would he go out and drink alcohol? You are the murderer of my dad!"

Wang Hui was already feeling guilty because of her father-in-law's death, but she would never admit her sister-in-law's accusation. She said sternly:
  "Don't slander people randomly. I take care of the children at home every day. How could I know that he went out to drink? He has so many bad friends. How can I, as my daughter-in-law, control him? Don't accuse me unjustly."

Song Meiting had already sentenced her in her heart and did not listen to her excuses. She stood up, walked up to Song Botao and gave him a slap in the face.

"You are just a wolf-hearted person. Now that your father is dead, who will care about you in the future? You deserve to be manipulated by that stupid woman for the rest of your life."

Song Botao had never been wronged like this before. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to hit someone. Song Meiting was not afraid of him. The two brothers and sister started fighting in front of so many people, and Wang Hui screamed.

Zhong Yu looked at the farce in the room and simply didn't know how to describe it. Song Congchun acted as if he hadn't seen it, silently kneeling in front of his father and burning paper.

Zhou Qin, who had always been quiet, picked up the tea cup and threw it on the ground. She said in a cold voice:
  "Your father is still lying there upright. You have a lot to do, but you shouldn't tear him apart so shamelessly."

She looked at Song Meiting again and said expressionlessly: "Everyone else is dead, so it's useless what you say."

Song Meiting wiped her tears with her sleeves and cried:
  "Aunt Qin, it's all my fault that I'm ignorant and can't tell good from evil. If you were still at home, my dad wouldn't be home all night without anyone looking for him. It's all my fault. I'm young and can't do things. I have to bother you to come to the funeral. manage."

If it were someone else's business, Zhou Qin would definitely not be tainted in the slightest.

Their past relationship was still there, and he was his son's biological father after all. If she didn't come to take charge of the overall situation, I'm afraid Song Bingkun wouldn't be able to leave with dignity.

She calmed down and said calmly:
  "Song Botao, please go and ask the third uncle for help. First, change your father's clothes into decent clothes, and then buy a set of funeral necessities. He has children and grandchildren. He cannot lie on the door panel like this. He must lie down in the coffin decently."

Song Botao, who was originally like a headless fly, hurriedly took action after hearing her words. Mrs. Song no longer challenged Zhou Qin now, she just sat there and cried.

After Zhou Qin arranged these things, she went door-to-door looking for help. After all, when people came to express their condolences, they had to arrange for people to eat, and a banquet was definitely indispensable.

She was relieved after crying once, and being sad was of no use.

She arranged everything in an orderly manner, but no one was at the mourning hall to watch the funeral. After all, they were divorced. She would try her best not to come forward.

Zhong Yu also knelt down and burned paper to Song Bingkun and kowtowed before leaving.

In just two or three days, Zhou Qin lost weight visibly to the naked eye. Zhong Yu felt distressed but could not do much to help.

She had no position to say some things, so she could only spend more time with them.

After the funeral was completed, Zhong Yu personally took them home. Song Congchun's eyes were red from crying and his voice was a little hoarse.

They were discussing Song Bingkun's property just now, and the meddlesome person came to Zhou Qin to ask how much money he could get from Spring.

Zhou Qin ignored them and was about to leave with a pair of children. She was doing her best to help with the arrangements and didn't want to contaminate the others.

As soon as they walked out of the Song family alley, Song Meiting followed behind and shouted loudly: "Aunt Qin, wait for me."

Zhong Yu looked at Song Meiting in surprise. After Song Bingkun passed away, Song Meiting seemed to have matured all of a sudden.

She stopped being lazy and kept doing what she could. She just refused to deal with Song Botao and kept confronting him. She was still fighting for property with him just now.

Zhou Qin asked calmly after she approached:
  "Is there anything else? I've done everything I need to do. The consolation money everyone sent is in the hands of the person who handled the gift account. You can check it with him."

Song Meiting's breathing was a little rapid, and she hurriedly explained:
  "Aunt Qin, this is not why I'm looking for you. Now that the elders are here, it's time to talk about the distribution of my father's inheritance.

Not only do I have a house, but my dad also has a lot of savings. Why should I give him Song Botao? Congchun is also my dad’s son. He is not yet an adult. He will need more money to study in the future, let alone buy a house and get married. If Song Botao was filial, I wouldn't say anything. He is a heartless person and we can't let the inheritance be given to him like this! "

Zhong Yu listened without interrupting. After all, she was not from the Song family.

In principle, Song Bingkun's inheritance does belong to Song Congchun, and it is up to Song Congchun himself to decide whether he wants it or not.

Zhou Qin was not without resentment in her heart, but she was resenting Song Bingkun. Even his daughter knew that he had a large amount of savings, but she knew nothing about it.

She took a deep breath, and the biting cold wind made her head clearer. She didn't want her son to get caught up in the fight between the brothers and sisters, so she said calmly:
  "I have divorced your father. I didn't want anything when I left home. Now that he's dead, I don't need to let Cong Chun fight again."

The frankness of her words made Song Meiting feel uncomfortable. If she had tried to dissuade her, her father would not have impulsively divorced Aunt Qin.

Without the divorce, their family would not be broken up. With Aunt Qin here, Wang Hui would not be the master of the family. She would not be able to dominate, and her father would not feel aggrieved and go out drinking.

The main reason was that Song Meiting felt that her father's death was too unfair and unworthy, and she could never accept it in her heart.

As the culprits, Song Botao and his wife not only did not have to pay the price for this matter, but they were able to inherit all of his father's inheritance. How could there be such a good thing in this world?

Song Meiting bowed solemnly to Zhou Qin and said apologetically:
  "Aunt Qin, it was me who was ignorant in the past, and my father who mistakenly mistook animals for treasures. Now he is gone with regrets. You have worked hard since spring, so please take more trouble!"

Zhong Yu was a little surprised that Song Meiting could actually say such words, which showed that she was really mature.

Zhou Qin also had mixed feelings in her heart. After all, it was the child she had watched grow up and she had taken care of him for many years, but she still said too much.

"You can't compete with your brother for the inheritance. Just accept it when it's good."

Song Meiting nodded in agreement with tears in her eyes. She looked at Cong Chun with regret in her eyes, but she turned around and left firmly.

Everyone has their own persistence, and Song Meiting is no exception.

She may have shortcomings of one kind or another, but she still has feelings for her father.

Song Congchun didn't speak from beginning to end. There were many things that he couldn't let go of, and they didn't really pass by saying something lightly.

He did not participate in the fight between the brother and sister. This ending was the biggest punishment for Song Bingkun.