Something happened. This is not going to be bloody.

Song Junyang arranged the quilts according to his wife's instructions and washed and put the kitchen utensils in order. Then he called two people, and the three of them locked the yard door and went to the nearest vegetable market.

This place is different from Kyoto. People in Kyoto pay attention to circles, and they cannot integrate into many circles, so they always feel isolated and there is a distance between people. But here in Xiangyang, everyone treats each other as big brothers and big sisters, and their tone of voice is cordial.

The family of three found a crowded restaurant to eat, bought some fruits and returned to the courtyard. About half an hour after they returned to the courtyard, Song Jianguo called Song Junyang's Nokia.

After all, no one in the village knew that Song Junyang's wife had gone crazy, so his father Song Jianguo was a little worried about Song Junyang returning to live in the county. He was worried that he would lose the face he had maintained for half his life.

For so many years, the fact that his second son worked as a criminal policeman in Kyoto has always been Song Jianguo's capital to look down on anyone in the village, so he is very reluctant to have a stain on this honor. Today, after hearing from his third son about the second son's family, he took the landline at home to make this call.

"Jun Yang, I heard from your third brother that you went back to Xiangyang? Why didn't you send me a letter in advance?"

Song Junyang explained:

"Don't I want to settle down and then bring you and my mom to live with me for a few days? I'm retired, and it's expensive to continue living in Kyoto. Besides, there are still criminals on the loose in Kyoto, and the team is afraid that I will be retaliated against, so I want to come back and live here for a few years."

This made-up reason, which was made up casually, was very convincing.

Song Jianguo was silent for a while before he told her what he was most worried about. He asked, "How is your wife now? What will you do if your family runs into someone you know?"

In fact, Song Junyang never felt that Lu Xiaoqin had embarrassed him. On the contrary, he felt very guilty. The two met and fell in love in Kyoto, but he did not give her a stable home, and made her worry and suffer mentally. Now that he has returned to his hometown, he thinks he must protect his wife and children.

Song Junyang frowned and explained:

"Dad, we live in the county, not back in the village. Besides, Xiaoqin is much better now. Once we are settled, we will take you to live in the county for a while."

"Okay then. I haven't seen Song Wei for over a year. I'll go later."

After Song Junyang hung up the phone, he sat on the kang and thought. At this moment, Zhou Leng opened the door and came in. She rushed over and tried to strangle the man's neck, but was instinctively grabbed by the other party.

The two of them soon started to wrestle with each other, and it was not until Zhou Leng was exhausted that she completely relaxed. She had to say that she felt much more comfortable after exercising and sweating after a meal.

Song Junyang felt that his wife was no longer resisting, so he slowly let go of her arm and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had not felt it before, but now he deeply felt how strong the mentally ill patient was.

The two people lay on the kang like mud.

After a while, Song Junyang heard his wife's snoring. He felt suffocated, wronged and speechless.

After resting for a while, Song Junyang went to boil water for a bath and then returned to the house to spread out the mattress.

Song Junyang grabbed Zhou Leng's ankles with both hands and dragged her onto the mattress, then covered her with a quilt and helped her adjust a comfortable sleeping position. Then he took off his clothes and got into bed to sleep.

When a person is extremely tired, his brain will stop working and he will fall into a deep sleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

The next day, Song Junyang opened his eyes and turned his head to see that the place where his wife was was empty. He instantly woke up, picked up the clothes beside the kang and put them on, then ran out in a hurry.

Song Wei put on his clothes and was about to go to the kitchen to help his mother when he saw his father opening the door in a panic.

"Dad? What's wrong?"

"Where's your mother?"

Song Wei replied in surprise: "My mother is cooking. Isn't today my first day of school? She insisted on making small cakes for me to bring to school and share with my classmates."

Song Junyang let out a long breath, relaxed and said, "That's fine, that's fine."

Song Wei said with dissatisfaction:

"Dad, I think you need to change. Mom is doing fine now. There is basically nothing wrong with her. Don't be so nervous. Your emotions will affect Mom."

Song Junyang was speechless. He wanted to say that your mother is only normal in front of you, but she attacks me at every turn. He also wanted to say that it is not me who is nervous, but your mother who is mentally ill. However, looking at his son's dissatisfied face, he could only compromise and say:

"It's Dad's fault. I was too nervous. I will be more careful next time."

Song Wei said encouragingly: "Dad, I know you are just too worried about Mom. You need to learn to relax."

"Good son, Dad will pay attention."

Song Wei nodded with satisfaction, and then he went to the kitchen to help his mother.

In order to help Song Wei make friends in the new school, Zhou Leng got up early to make pumpkin pie, then packed them in a beautiful lunch box and put them in a bag.

After the three of them had breakfast, Song Junyang drove Song Wei to school because it was his first day at school, and Zhou Leng naturally went along.

In this county town's primary school in the early 1920s, parents driving their children to school was something that other students envied, after all, everyone was still raising their children in a laissez-faire manner.

Zhou Leng put the bag in her son's hand and said, "This is what mom worked hard to make. You must share it with your classmates."

Song Wei replied: "Don't worry, mom, I will get along well with my new classmates."

Zhou Leng hugged him and then watched him walk into the campus.

After returning home, the couple continued to unpack packages and tidy up the yard.

But when Song Wei arrived at a new school, the teacher introduced that he was a transfer student from Kyoto. His classmates became curious about him because he was dressed more elegantly and spoke with a Beijing accent.

After a brief self-introduction, Song Wei went to the seat the teacher assigned him and sat down. His deskmate was a little fat boy who looked at him curiously.

After the class, the kids around Song Wei surrounded him. They didn't care what his expression was or what he looked like. They all asked with a smile:

"Hey, you really are from Kyoto, so have you ever been to Tiananmen Square?"

Song Wei answered seriously: "I went to watch the flag-raising ceremony. My father took me there."

"Wow." The children around exclaimed.

"Your father is so awesome. Have you ever been to the Great Wall?"

Song Wei could no longer maintain his smile, and he replied stiffly: "I have been there."

"Wow."

Such enthusiasm stimulated Song Wei's nerves. When he couldn't bear it anymore, he thought of the bag his mother gave him.

Song Wei took out the box of pumpkin pie that saved his life from the drawer, and after opening it, a faint fragrance wafted out. He said, "It's my first day at school, please try this."

The fat boy at the same table took one first, then patted Song Wei on the shoulder while eating and said, "Brother, that's really nice! I'll protect you from now on."

Song Wei didn't quite understand what the other person said. He pushed the box and said, "Eat more if you like."

A box of pumpkin pie opens up the landscape.