Stepmother

    Shen Xuancheng is a soldier under Master Liu, and his subordinates are crying constantly at home. As the wife of Master Liu, Mrs. Duan went to Shen Xuancheng's house to see if there was anything she could help. It made sense.

    Sister Duan is a kind-hearted person. Song Zhaodi took the aluminum pot from her hand, but Sister Duan did not insist. However, Mrs. Duan was really displeased with Sun Wanru's behavior. She moved in for half a month, and she didn't come out to say hello to the neighbors. She is the only one in the entire family area. So Sister-in-law Duan told Song Zhaodi, "If she ignores us, come back immediately."

    "Auntie, am I the kind of person with a hot face and a cold butt?" Song Zhaodi asked with a smile.

    Sister Duan smiled: "I forgot for a while."

    The two went to the door of Shen's house. Seeing that the door was closed, Song Zhaodi asked loudly if there was anyone at home.

    For a moment, Mother Shen came out of the room.

    Song Zhaodi and Sister Duan looked at each other, the old lady was at home.

    Sister-in-law Duan was surprised, so she asked Song Zhaodi in a low voice, "Come here uninvited, what should we say?"

    "I'll tell you." Song Zhaodi said in a low voice, and shouted at Shen's mother who came here, "Auntie is at home. I thought you were not at home. I heard the child cry all the time, right? Not feeling well? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

    Mother Shen opened the door and invited the two to come in: "I'm not sick. Thank you Teacher Song for your concern."

    According to the past, when Song Zhaodi heard people say this, she would say, since it's all right, we will go back. However, Song Zhaodi wanted to know whether Shen Xuancheng's wife was a human being or a ghost, and whether she was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Because of this, not only did she not go back, but she dragged Sister-in-law Duan into the hospital: "Are you hungry?"

    Mother Shen was a little uncomfortable and smiled: "Yeah. I'm about to make food for the child."

    "My house is stewing chicken, should I serve some?" Song Zhaodi said.

    "No more."

    The icy voice suddenly sounded, Song Zhaodi couldn't help shaking, and looked up at the room, quite surprised. Song Zhaodi always believed that Sun Wanru was at most twenty-five or six years old. Seeing that the other party was in her thirties, Song Zhaodi suppressed her doubts and said with a smile, "It's alright, it's okay to do it."

    "No." Sun Wanru said coldly, "My daughter doesn't like it."

    "Mom, I want it." The little girl who was sobbing in a low voice suddenly spoke.

    Sun Wanru's face changed slightly.

    Song Zhaodi wanted to laugh, but when she saw the child was crying pitifully and felt unkind, she said to Mother Shen, "Auntie, I'll serve some."

    "No need." Sun Wanru spoke again.

    Song Zhaodi wanted to sneer this time, but she wanted to come, so she couldn't blame others, so she simply said to Mother Shen, "Then we won't bother."

    "It's getting late, so it's time to cook." Sister Duan said, dragging Song Zhaodi away.

    Mother Shen was embarrassed and wanted to say something to keep her back. Song Zhaodi and Sister Duan had turned around and couldn't help but glared at their daughter-in-law, and followed up: "I'll send you off."

    "Auntie stay, everyone is neighbors, so don't be so polite." Song Zhaodi was very considerate, "Go and cook for the child."

    The eldest granddaughter was crying with snot and tears. Mother Shen thought for a moment: "Well, then you go slow. Come and play another day."

    "Okay." Song Zhaodi waved.

    Sister Duan raised her hand and grabbed Song Zhaodi's arm, urging: "Let's go." She looked back at the door, her brows furrowed, her face full of displeasure, "Who are you? Don't open your mouth, shut up No need, people who don't know think that we can't finish the meat in our family, so we have to send it to her house."

    Song Zhaodi twitched the corners of her mouth, wanted to laugh and nodded and agreed: "I didn't expect it to be like this."

    "That's because you're still young." Sister Duan said, "Young ladies who are knowledgeable and reasonable, like Teacher Yao, and others who are defiant—"

    Song Zhaodi: "It's nothing."

    "Yes, that's what you said." Sister Duan said, snorting coldly, "I despise this kind of person the most. It seems that they don't have to eat, drink, sleep, and talk to each other. Like a fairy."

    Song Zhaodi patted her arm: "Okay, don't be angry. It's my fault today, I'm going to go." Going under the porch, handed the basin to Sister Duan, "Uncle Liu should be back later, auntie, let's go back and cook."

    "Where's the stove?" Sister Duan asked, "Is it right here?"

    Song Zhaodi: "I can move it."

    "I'll help you." Sister-in-law Duan put down the chicken soup, and without waiting for Song Zhaodi to speak, picked up the steel pot on the stove and went to the kitchen.

    Song Zhaodi quickly followed with the stove.

    Sister Duan put the pot on the stove, and suddenly realized that something was wrong: "Xiao Song, your kitchen is so spacious, why do you cook chicken outside? I wanted to ask you before. Ask me about the Shen family, and I will forget."

    Song Zhaodi froze in her heart: "I think it's hot in the kitchen."

    "You don't need to set fire to it." Sister Duan blurted out, suddenly her heart moved, she raised her head suddenly, her eyes widened, "Xiao Song, did you do it on purpose?"

    Song Zhaodi blinked, very puzzled: "What did the aunt say?"

    "You know what I'm talking about." Sister Duan looked at her intently, "Xiao Song, we have known each other for several years, you can deceive others to deceive me, the children of the Shen family are crying Not only that, Shen Xuancheng's mother can't coax her well, it must be because she wants to eat meat, and the Shen family doesn't have it, right?"

    Song Zhaodi nodded: "Even if it's right. What does it have to do with me?"

      , you're going to be delicious, and her children will make trouble with her. You are using this trick to deal with the Shen family today. Is Sun Wanru provoking you? "

    Song Zhaodi frowned: "This Zhou Shufen, why is she telling you everything."

    Song Zhaodi coughed lightly: "That's half right."

    "What happened to the other half?" Sister Duan asked.

    Song Zhaodi: "It's my father's fault for this."

    "It has something to do with Jianguo?" Sister Duan didn't believe it, "Don't lie to me."

    Song Zhaodi: "He said that Sun Wanru is a lady, and the Sun family is a scholar. I can't help but wonder if Sun Wanru is a talented girl. Giving calligraphy and painting to a few children in our family also saves a few children from playing wildly. That's why I'm so curious about the Shen family. "

    "Then you can go directly to Sun Wanru." Sister Duan didn't understand, "There is no need to do so much."

    Song Zhaodi: "I think so too. But what should I say? Tell Sun Wanru, hey, you are also idle at home, teaching our children to play chess and paint. This is human language. ?"

    Sister Duan thought about it carefully: "Then you can talk to Shen Xuancheng."

    "What do you think Shen Xuancheng's mother-in-law says, his wife will listen?" Song Zhaodi asked rhetorically.

    Sister Duan choked: "You can't do it without success."

    "Almost there."

    Sister Duan: "That still didn't work."

    Song Zhaodi helped her forehead: "Auntie, it's normal for me to miscalculate occasionally."

    "You're right." Sister Duan paused, "However, seeing you like this, I suddenly don't bother Sun Wanru anymore."

    Song Zhaodi's eyes darkened: "Auntie, it's too much."

    "I'm joking with you." Sister Duan said, "If Sun Wanru doesn't answer, don't bother. Qin, painting, those things don't matter."

    Song Zhaodi opened her mouth to refute, but felt that she couldn't explain it to her, so she said, "I'll think about it again, and change it to another trick next time."

    "Auntie is right, don't bother."

    Song Zhaodi and Sister Duan suddenly looked out and said in unison, "When did you come back?"

    "When you were carrying the stove into the house." Zhong Jianguo put his hands in his pockets, "Not only me, but also several children came back. I was driven upstairs to do my homework."

    Song Zhao frowned: "Then why don't you say anything?"

    "If I speak out, how will I know that you can't do it and have another plan?" Zhong Jianguo asked back, "I reminded you before that this neighbor is different from the last one. deserve it."

    Sister Duan slapped him on the arm: "Did you say that? Jianguo, I can tell you that Xiao Song did this today for your sons."

    "Auntie, look at you in a hurry, I didn't do anything to her." Zhong Jianguo said, "Besides, several children are facing her, and I don't dare to be angry with her."

    Song Zhaodi nodded: "Don't worry, auntie, go home and cook."

    "Then I'm leaving, you two don't quarrel." Sister Duan was worried.

    Zhong Jianguo turned sideways: "Don't worry, auntie, I can't make a noise."

    Sister-in-law Duan was not at ease. When she got home, she hid by the fence and listened carefully to the movement next door. After listening for a while, she saw that there was no movement before going to make noodles.

    Zhong Jianguo crossed his arms and looked at Song Zhaodi, gloating: "How does it feel to be deflated?"

    "How does it feel to sleep on a bench in winter?" Song Zhaodi asked rhetorically.

    Zhong Jianguo choked for a moment: "Don't be poor with me. Seriously, don't get involved in the affairs of the Shen family."

    "Should Shen Xuancheng and Sun Wanru die or divorce, I'm not interested." Song Zhaodi said, "I'm just curious about the ladies."

    Zhong Jianguo sighed: "Then don't be curious. Erwa is still young, and it won't be too late to help him find a teacher who can paint when the revolution is over."

    "That's right." Song Zhaodi slapped her forehead, "I was stunned by the word 'Scholarly Family'. Zhong Jianguo, your uncle is a university teacher, he must be among the people he knows. There are many national players. Go and write a letter to your uncle. If you can find a few teachers from the Academy of Fine Arts, who cares who her Sun Wanru is?"

    Zhong Jianguo saw Song Zhaodi's eyes glowing, and he was sure of her idea of ​​hitting Sun Wanru. Satisfying her curiosity may only account for a very small part, mainly for the sake of the second child, and his heart suddenly became sour and astringent: "Zhao Di, it's getting dark." He couldn't help but hug him into his arms.

    "I didn't say I would send it today." Song Zhao pushed him away, "Don't try to delay it with this trick. Hurry up and write the letter, and the postman will just give it to him tomorrow morning when he passes by here. Forget going to the post office."

    Zhong Jianguo staggered a bit, and stood firm on the door frame: "Write it now?"

    "Come on." Song Zhaodi waved her hand, "Write it down before you eat, and you are allowed to eat a chicken wing. Otherwise, you won't even be able to eat the chicken head and intestines."

    Zhong Jianguo raised his hand and twisted her ass: "Really!" Without waiting for Song Zhaodi to react, he ran away.

    Song Zhaodi was suddenly angry and angry and wanted to laugh. She caught Zhong Jianguo's father and scolded her before going to meet.

    Shen Xuancheng didn't believe that Sun Wanru didn't know how to treat guests. When he looked at Sun Wanru, he saw Sun Wanru lowered his head and still believed that she had her reasons for doing so: "Mr. Song and Sister-in-law Duan Did you say something ugly?"

    Mother Shen: "They didn't even say a bad word." Turning to Sun Wanru, "You are the eldest lady of the Sun family, and Teacher Song's background is not bad—"

    "Are you from a good background?" Sun Wanru interrupted her, "Then why would she marry Zhong Jianguo? A dignified college student, or a poor peasant, what kind of partner can't you find? If your child is a stepmother, you are the only one who thinks she is good."

    Mother Shen frowned: "What is this called? I have already inquired about it clearly, the head of Zhong Jianguo is Teacher Song Zhaodi's cousin, and the two know each other well, marrying the head of Zhong, she will not People get married only after being bullied."

    "Then have you heard that when Zhong Jianguo got married, his ex-wife only died 100 days?" Sun Wanru said, "It's not bad for someone who can't wait to marry a bride?"

    Mother Shen turned to Shen Xuancheng: "What did you say?"

    "It's like I want to know the situation of my neighbors, so I'll just say it." Shen Xuancheng said weakly.

    Mother Shen smiled: "It's no wonder that you were like that just now, co-authoring, you don't look down on Mr. Song and Head Zhong. Miss Sun, you don't look down on others, and they don't necessarily look down on them. Got you."

    "Mother, don't say a few words." Shen Xuancheng said, "We don't know about the matter between Headmaster Zhong and Teacher Song, maybe you're right, maybe you're right. But , I don't think it's interesting for the two of you to argue about this."

    Mother Shen sighed helplessly: "It's quite boring."

    Song Zhaodi didn't know that the Shen family's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had an argument for the first time because of her.

    Open your mouth and take a bite of the noodles, chew and swallow, Song Zhaodi can't help but sigh: "It's still the best hand-rolled noodles in chicken soup."

    "It's like mother has eaten many kinds of noodles." Zhong Dawa said, and couldn't help but ask, "What kind of noodles have mother eaten?"

    Song Zhaodi: "I have eaten countless noodles. However, I can tell you responsibly that hand-rolled noodles in chicken soup are the most delicious." After a pause, he took another bite, "Noodles in pork ribs soup, barely enough A battle."

    "Mom, do you know what Dad likes to say about you?" Dawa asked.

    Song Zhaodi thought about it: "I think I should say I don't want to know."

    "Then I have to say it too." Zhong Dawa said, "Running the train with a mouth full."

    Zhong Jianguo gave Song Zhaodi the chicken wings in his bowl, and took the chicken head from her bowl: "Is your mood better?"

    "Life is alive, it is inevitable that there will be some setbacks." Song Zhaodi waved his hand, "Children, when you are unhappy in the future, eat a big meal, and eat two meals if one is not good. Mother promises After two or three meals, I feel better."

    Look at his mother on his own: "After two or three meals, it's time to eat and fall asleep. When a person falls asleep, all troubles are gone, this is a good idea. But, mother, what does Dad mean? In a bad mood, who messed with you?"

    "No one bothers herself, no one takes the initiative to provoke her." Zhong Jianguo said, "Eat your meal and go upstairs to prepare for your homework."

    The big baby sighed: "If you don't want to say it, don't say it, who doesn't have a little secret." He coughed lightly, "You don't want to say it, we don't want to know yet."

    "Daddy, do you still eat chicken legs?" Song Zhaodi asked, "Don't eat it for Sanwa."

    Three babies are overjoyed: "Thank you mother."

    "Look how beautiful you are." Dawa crossed Erwa and twisted his face, "A five-year-old child, a chicken leg and half a bowl of noodles are still not full? If you eat more, you will Your stomach will explode with a bang."

    Sanwa's eyes rolled: "I don't believe it. Brother, give me a try."

    The baby choked.

    Song Zhaodi was delighted: "Daddy, give your brother a try."

    "I didn't hear what you said." Zhong Dawa picked up the chicken thigh and took a big bite.

    Song Zhaodi smiled: "Dad, when the summer vacation is over, I will send you to my grandma and grandpa's house to play for a while, okay?"

    "Little Song Village?" Dawa asked.

    Song Zhaodi nodded, "I haven't been back for two years, it's time to go back and have a look."

    "Okay." Dawa has no opinion.

    Song Zhaodi looked at the other children.

     Several children also nodded.

    In the evening, Song Zhaodi stared at Zhong Jianguo and finished writing the unfinished letter. The next morning, I asked Dawa to wait for the postman at the door.

    At the end of the third month of the solar calendar, Song Zhaodi received a letter from his brother-in-law, and the letter wrote that there was an excellent Chinese painting artist in Xiaosong Village. Coincidentally, that person was also an old friend of Deng Peilin.

    Song Zhaodi heard from Deng Peilin before that it was his friend's son who brought him and his friend to Xiaosong Village. Song Zhaodi immediately knew who Liu Yang was talking about. She had seen this person when she brought the children to visit Deng Peilin.

    At the end of June, as soon as the school for children of the army was on holiday, Song Zhaodi took her children back. At Xiaosong Village, Song Zhaodi helped with housework in the morning, took the children to the beach in the afternoon, and sent several children to Deng Peilin in the evening and morning.

    At the end of July, after receiving the second letter from Zhong Jianguo, Song Zhaodi came back with her child.

    August 3rd, Thursday afternoon, Zhong Jianguo deliberately asked for leave to drive to the pier to pick up his wife and children.

    I haven't seen her for a month, Song Zhaodi has gotten a little darker, and Zhong Jianguo has tanned even more.

    Song Zhaodi couldn't help joking when she walked to him: "Captain Zhong, I almost didn't find where you were."

    "That's you blind." Zhong Jianguo glared at her, "You know how to come back. You sit in front with the three babies and ask the four of them to squeeze behind."

    Song Zhaodi shook her finger: "Either I drive, or we walk, you drive back."

    "Comrade Song Zhaodi!" Zhong Jianguo lowered his face, "Can you stop mad at me as soon as you come back?!"

    Rebirth: "Dad, my mother said that my mother drives very well. My brother and I want to know if it is the same as what my mother said."

    "It's not that I don't let her drive." Zhong Jianguo's head hurts, "I'm afraid she will fly."

    Refreshing saliva: "Sounds amazing. Dad, let mother open once, just once. Dad—"

    "Stop shouting." Zhong Jianguo frowned, "Only once."

    Song Zhaodi stretched out her hand and took away the key: "I'm your wife, don't act like a thief all day." Open the door, get in the car, and cleanly, "Sons, sit tight."

    "Song Zhaodi!" Zhong Jianguo changed his face, "Take it easy for me, this is the army car."

    Song Zhaodi coughed: "The driver is me now, if you don't want to overturn, Captain Zhong, don't yell at me, scare me, don't blame me for the car flying."

    Zhong Jianguo took a breath, took a deep breath, hugged his younger son tightly, and said helplessly, "Let's go."

    In the blink of an eye, when the car arrived at the door of Zhong's house, there was also a burst of smoke.

    Sister Duan, who was enjoying the shade under the big tree next to him, blurted out, "It's Xiao Song's car again!"

    "Mr. Song can drive?" Everyone exclaimed.

    Sister Duan pointed to the car not far away: "Only she drives like a fly. If you don't believe me, look." Song Zhaodi jumped out of the car.

     Eyes wide open. Mother Shen, who was also disgusted by the heat in the room and came out to enjoy the shade with a fan, couldn't help but say, "Mr. Song is really amazing, she can even drive a car."

    "It wouldn't be possible without her." Sister-in-law Duan sighed, "It's just that the problem of driving is not good. Xiao Zhong didn't dare to leave the car at home, for fear that he would not be able to see it at a glance and would be driven by Xiao Song. to heaven."

    Song Zhaodi turned around and saw Mother Shen beside Mrs. Duan and Sun Wanru behind Mother Shen, her brows twitched, and the girls couldn't stand the heat? Pretending not to see it, he said to Sister Duan, "I heard everything my aunt said. Would you like to try flying?"