Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

Song Fengchen and Xu Shujian, who were hugging each other, were immersed in their own world. They were full of each other's eyes. How could they know what kind of storms Xu Junmin had experienced in his heart, standing not far away.

Xu Junmin was upset, he opened his mouth, as if thinking of something, his face was blue and white, so lively.

Seeing Song Fengchen fetched a small box from his pocket and presented it to his grandson, Xu Junmin frowned, did it happen on the spot.

He turned around and walked away a little messy.

"Don't you go to the bathroom, so fast?" Mr. Guo next to him rubbed his waist and asked casually.

Xu Junmin looked gloomy and sat back on the bench with a plop.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Guo helped the reading glasses on his nose.

"It's okay." Xu Junmin replied stiffly.

When Mr. Guo saw this, he didn't ask any more questions.

Xu Junmin picked up the bamboo and machete on the ground, but he no longer had the mind to work. His mind was all about Xu Shujian and Song Fengchen. The more he thought about it, the less anger he felt. In the end, only worry and guilt remain.

When the sun sets, Zheng Dehui's dinner is finally ready.

Cordyceps Laoya Soup, Dendrobium Flower Scrambled Eggs, Bamboo Shoots Bacon, Fried Wild Vegetables...

Song Fengchen felt very happy, knowing that he was still reminiscing about the benefits before, and he didn't say a word.

Xu Shujian's ears were red, and she buried her head in the meal.

Xu Junmin looked complicated, thinking about things in his heart, and didn't speak.

Looking at me and seeing him, the remaining few people always think something is wrong, and they all closed their mouths.

After dinner and chatting with Zheng Dehui for a while, Song Fengchen glanced at Xu Shujian. Although he felt unwilling to give up, he still got up and said goodbye.

Zheng Dehui escorted him out, and the two of them had a few words of courtesy between you and me. Hearing the sound of footsteps drifting away, he turned back to the house.

After thinking about it, Xu Junmin, who was finally unable to sit still, suddenly spoke, breaking the silence: "Shu Jian, come out with me."

To Xu Junmin, who was expressionless above, Xu Shujian felt a little in his heart. Obviously he realized something, his hands clenched into fists involuntarily, and his throat was dry: "Okay."

Xu Junmin glanced at him, his heart trembled, turned and walked out.

Xu Shujian limped on one leg and followed, and the people in the room continued to look at each other.

The warm wind gusted outside the house, and the moonlight passed through the shade of the trees and leaked to the ground.

The grandfather and grandson stood one behind the other, standing still under the hillside.

The air is a little dull.

Xu Junmin touched his jacket pocket, thinking about smoking a cigarette to relax, but he was empty.

After a while, he spoke, slowing down his tone as much as possible: "I saw it just now, you and Song San--"

"Yeah." Xu Shujian was extremely calm. He was mentally prepared as early as when he agreed to Song Fengchen's pursuit.

Xu Junmin took a deep breath, trembling in his voice: "Is it really impossible to change it?"

Xu Shujian can understand Xu Junmin's feelings.

Xu Junmin has four sons and three daughters. Only Xu Shujian's father survived the victory of the Great Patriotic War. Xu Shujian was the only three generations of the Xu family.

There are three kinds of unfilial piety, and no one is the greatest.

There are many things expounded by this kind of thinking, blood kinship, family inheritance, human reproduction...it can't be said to be good or bad, but it is deeply ingrained in the bones of Chinese people.

But Xu Shujian never allowed herself to harm an innocent woman without conscience for her own selfish desires.

Not to mention Song Fengchen, Song Fengchen...

He clenched his fists, and his voice was slightly sour: "I'm sorry."

There was another long silence.

Xu Junmin gasped, "Why is it Song San?"

He still doesn't know the vision of his grandson? It's high.

No matter how you look at Song Fengchen, Xu Shujian's heart would not be the best.

Xu Junmin took a sigh of relief, and his voice instantly rose a little bit: "Is that guy with a bad heart and used our old things to persecute you?"

He knew that anyone in the world would treat you nicely for no reason, or the kind of heart and soul.

Feelings are waiting here!

"No." Xu Shujian pursed her lips, her frowning brows eased a lot.

It's true that it's wrong.

Speaking of which, the heart that he was holding fell for the most part, and Xu Junmin's ability to ask such a question showed that he could almost accept his sexuality in his heart.

Xu Junmin strained his face, he turned around and stared at Xu Shujian, trying to see something strange from his face.

Xu Shujian let him watch, and said slowly: "He treats me very well."

Xu Junmin opened his mouth. He couldn't tell whether it was loneliness or disappointment in his tone. After all, he didn't have much happiness. "That's good."

Xu Shujian's eyes were red: "Yeah."

Xu Junmin's strained face completely collapsed, and his voice hoarse: "I used to be sorry for you."

Xu Shujian said in a deep voice, "It's not..."

Xu Junmin interrupted him: "Don't mention his kindness to us for saving lives, Song Fengchen is very good, better than before..." As if he was worried about something, he glanced at Xu Shujian, "...Better, if you are If you really like it, then live with him. I won't stop you anymore."

Xu Shujian choked up, "Thank you, grandpa."

Xu Junmin followed with red eyes, he turned around, crouched, and walked in the direction of the bullpen.

Song Fengchen didn't know anything about it.

It rained again in the middle of the night. In the morning, it didn’t stop. After a simple breakfast, Song Fengchen found out from the warehouse the “defective” tarpaulin raincoat he bought from the supply and marketing agency a few months ago, and then carried it on the bamboo basket. Up the mountain.

It's when the wild mushrooms grow wild.

Song Fengchen didn't want everything, and he didn't dare to ask for everything, mainly because he didn't know most of the wild mushrooms, and the most indispensable thing in the deep mountains and old forests were all kinds of poisonous mushrooms.

But thanks to some food documentaries in his previous life, Song Fengchen still knew some mushrooms, such as bamboo fungus, morel, matsutake, black tiger palm, and dry mushrooms. The production is relatively small and the prices are objective.

There are few people in the deep mountains and old forests, and this place has once again become Song Fengchen's home court.

Therefore, in the next half month, Song Fengchen can be said to be unceremoniously carrying baskets of mushrooms into the cowshed.

Song Fengchen didn't use these wild mushrooms to exchange money, he had other plans.

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