Stepmother

    Zhong Jianguo: "blame me for not being content."

    Zhong Jianguo's face changed: "It's just casually saying, how can you take it seriously."

    "I'm not serious? I'm afraid you think I've compromised." Song Zhaodi told the truth.

    Zhong Jianguo coughed to hide his embarrassment: "Mr. Song, can I ask you a question? Why do you hate girls so much?"

    "I don't hate children." Song Zhaodi said, "I already said when we first met, I just hate having children."

    Zhong Jianguo remembered: "As the saying goes, a daughter is a mother's sweet little padded jacket. Don't you want a girl?"

    "Is the girl like Liu Ping?" Song Zhaodi asked.

    Zhong Jianguo choked for a moment: "No! I believe you, and I believe I won't get used to my children like that."

    "What if my daughter likes to be independent or reborn?" Song Zhaodi asked again.

    Zhong Jianguo took a breath: "...Impossible?"

    "You're not even sure about yourself?" Song Zhaodi said, "Liu Ping can like you, isn't it normal for your daughter to like your adopted son? So, Comrade Zhong Jianguo, you? , don't think about it."

    Zhong Jianguo wanted to cry: "What is my life?"

    "If you don't have enough, you will be punished by God." Song Zhaodi said, spreading out the cut noodles, "fire, I will cook the noodles."

    Zhong Jianguo gave her the garlic cloves: "Is that enough?"

    "Enough." Song Zhaodi immediately made a cucumber salad in the corner of the chopping board.

    Song Zhaodi is an activist. The next day she went to the next door to find Mrs. Duan and asked her when she was going to visit Liu Ping.

    Sister Duan learned that she wanted to go to the junkyard to buy books again, so she told her that she could go tomorrow.

    On May 30th, on Sunday, the two arrived in Yongcheng by fishermen's boat. Song Zhaodi went to school with a sack, and Sister Duan carried a cabbage to Liu Ping's house.

    At twelve o'clock, the two meet at the dock.

    Song Zhaodi had a happy expression on her face, while Mrs. Duan looked sad.

    The two looked at each other and said nothing. When they arrived on the island, they all went back to their homes, cooked their meals, and when they were full, Mrs. Duan came.

    Song Zhaodi sorted out the thirteen books she found. Sister-in-law Duan used needles and threads to make clothes for children.

    "What's the matter with Liu Ping?" Song Zhaodi wiped the dust off the book before asking.

    Sister Duan sighed: "Xiaojin didn't go to work today, I went to Liu Ping's house, and the two of them haven't gotten up yet. Tell me, do you live like this?"

    "That's all?" Song Zhaodi was speechless, "I thought the Jin family bullied Liu Ping, and you're not happy when you see your daughter suffer."

    Sister Duan: "She is about to give birth, Xiaojin dare not bully her. I'm not happy because I just scolded Liu Ping, she said she would call me in the future, but she didn't I called to say she was fine, so I won't go there. Is this human?"

    "Your daughter is not something." Song Zhaodi said.

    Sister Duan choked: "Xiao Song, your words are really ugly."

    "I'll cooperate with you." Song Zhaodi said, "Don't you want me to scold Liu Ping for you? I scold you, and you feel bad again."

    Sister Duan opened her mouth: "I feel sorry for her." After a pause, "I scold her just for her good."

    "I know." Song Zhaodi said, "but everyone has their own way of living, she can live her life as she wants. You are a mother, and you can't interfere too much. Then again, her house has no land, why did you ask her to get up? You can save breakfast by putting it on the bed and falling asleep."

    Sister Duan: "It's past nine o'clock, all the neighbors have eaten, and she's still sleeping, it's really outrageous."

    "Life is not for others to see." Song Zhaodi rushed upstairs and shouted to stand up.

    Run down on her own: "What's wrong? Mother."

    "Take it up." Song Zhaodi pointed to the book, "Look up the dictionary for words you don't know."

    Self-reliance: "Thank you mother."

    "Silly boy, thank you." Song Zhaodi smiled, "Don't tell outsiders, remember to remind a few younger brothers."

    Self-reliance: "We know." Holding the book, he ran upstairs, shouting as he ran, "Come on, baby, mother has found a lot of storybooks for us."

    Sister Duan took a look at her self-reliance, and then looked at Song Zhaodi, thinking that Song Zhaodi could raise children better than her: "Is it really that I am too lenient?"

    "Want to hear the truth?" Song Zhaodi asked.

    Sister Duan nodded.

    Song Zhaodi: "I think as long as your daughter is not wronged, she can go to heaven, she can go to the ground, you don't have to worry about it, Quan Dang didn't see it."

    "But I can't help it." Sister Duan said.

    Song Zhaodi nodded: "I understand. You also have to think about it, how long can you take care of her at such a young age?" Taking a look at the things in her hand, "Did it for Liu Ping's child?"

    "Yes." Sister Duan said, "However, I kept an eye on it and asked Liu Ping to find the cloth ticket her mother-in-law asked for, but I didn't take out the cloth ticket. When the cloth tickets are used up, take them out.”

    Song Zhaodi: "Why is Liu Ping so obedient this time?"

    "Liu Ping was reluctant at first, her mother-in-law told her that the child should wear old clothes." Sister Duan said, "I told her that children can't only wear old clothes, otherwise, others will She thought that the daughter of her dignified teacher couldn't even get a cloth ticket. She went to her mother-in-law to ask for a ticket."

    Song Zhaodi said with a smile: "If Liu Ping sleeps in later, you can say, move around more, and it won't be difficult when giving birth. She's a nurse anyway, she doesn't believe you, so she asked the doctor in the delivery room, People will also persuade her to move around more and not sleep until late."

    "Yeah, why didn't I think of it." Sister Duan was overjoyed, "I'll go tell her tomorrow."

    Song Zhaodi couldn't help but help her forehead: "You go too often, if you don't say anything, your daughter will be annoying."

      On June 6th, Mang Chung went to Yongcheng again.

    Sister Duan left early. When she went out with her bag, Zhong Jianguo had not yet gone to the camp. Standing under the eaves of the corridor and seeing the back of Mrs. Duan, Zhong Jianguo couldn't help but ask, "Did you go to Yongcheng or Hangzhou last weekend?"

    "Yongcheng. What's the matter?" Song Zhaodi walked out, followed his fingers, shook her head and sighed, repeating what Sister Duan told her last time she came back from Yongcheng, "Liu Ping had better have a son, but if she had a daughter, the couple would quarrel every day, and Aunt Liu would worry about it, and she would be ten years older in an instant."

    Zhong Jianguo twitched the corners of his mouth: "She also wants to worry about it. It's me—"

    "You have to have a daughter first." Song Zhaodi interrupted him.

    Zhong Jianguo choked: "You don't give birth."

    "Yes, mother, I also want to ask." The big baby who was about to go out to play turned back again, "Aunt Liu Ping and Uncle Jin have just got married and have a child. You and your father have been married for many years. Now, why are there no children?"

    Song Zhaodi: "Aren't you a child?"

    Zhong Dawa shook her head, thought for a moment and nodded again: "I mean a very small child. Like, a child as small as the elder sister's child in the forest."

    "Dad, do you want a younger brother or a younger sister?" Zhong Jianguo asked hurriedly.

    Zhong Dawa blurted out, "Brother."

    "When I didn't ask." After Zhong Jianguo finished speaking, he took his coat and walked out.

    Zhong Dawa blinked, not knowing why: "What's wrong with Dad?"

    "He wants a daughter." Song Zhaodi said, "I want to give birth to a younger brother for you. We have differences, so we didn't have a child."

    Independent curiosity: "Then you can have two."

    "I don't want to have two." Song Zhaodi thought, I don't even want to have one.

    Dawa: "Then this will be difficult." Before Song Zhaodi could speak, she said, "I don't want a sister anyway."

    "I don't want a sister either." Erwa continued, "Mom, tell Dad, don't think about your sister."

    Sanwa suddenly said, "You can think of it."

    "Zhong Xiangnan!" Dawa glared at him, "You want your sister to take care of you."

    Sanwa shook her head: "We can give our sister to someone else while Dad is not at home."

    "That's right." Erwa thought about it, "This is a good way."

    Self-reliance and rebirth looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

    Song Zhaodi was speechless and wanted to laugh: "I think too much. You will never have a sister in your life."

    "That's good." Zhong Dawa waved her hand, "Let's go."

    Song Zhaodi's ears were clear, but she couldn't help but think, is it possible that someone said in front of the big baby that she can't give birth to children, but is a hen that can't lay eggs? The more I thought about it, the more I felt that there was a possibility, and I couldn't help but scold, which shameless mouth is so much.

    Afterwards, Song Zhaodi went to Ma's house to find Zhou Shufen with a sewing box and asked Zhou Shufen to help her find out, and everyone talked about her behind her back.

     Zhou Shufen listened to Ming Song Zhaodi's intention, opened her mouth and asked, "I also want to know why your stomach has not moved."

    Song Zhaodi suddenly felt short of breath: "I don't want to have children. I don't want to die from exhaustion because I have too many children."

    "Your family has a lot of children." Zhou Shufen understood, "But you don't want a child of your own?"

    Song Zhaodi: "Big baby they are."

    "I said my biological." Zhou Shufen said.

    Song Zhaodi: "Why does it have to be biological?"

    "I kiss you." Zhou Shufen blurted out.

    Song Zhaodi said with a smile: "Your family's revitalization is with you, do you have a big baby to kiss me?"

    Zhou Shufen choked and took a deep breath: "I won't help you find out."

    "Then I'll go buy cloth tomorrow and make new clothes for a few children." Song Zhaodi said, "When it's done, let the big baby put on new clothes and come to your family to revitalize and play. ."

    Zhou Shufen's handicraft is not good, not because she is lazy, nor because she is careless when making clothes, but because her hands are clumsy, no matter how she does it, it is not as good-looking as Song Zhaodi's clothes.

    Children love to show off, Zhou Shufen can't imagine that her Ma Zhenxing sees that Dawa has new clothes, but he doesn't, what will happen then: "I'm afraid of you."

    "Don't say that." Song Zhaodi smiled, "I didn't force you."

    Zhou Shufen looked at her: "Mr. Song, does the head of your family know your true face?"

    "I knew it from the beginning." Song Zhaodi said, "He likes me."