A car accident, our family of three crossed

The group returned to the Hang family in a lively manner. Before entering the door, Aunt Sun and several other aunts hurriedly stopped Hang Shuheng.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute."

After saying this, they placed the firewood they had prepared in advance at the door and started a small fire. "Come on, cross the volcano and drive away all the bad luck." They had come to work early in the morning, for they were afraid that the young couple would not understand these mundane matters.

Song Ning and Hang Shuheng looked at each other helplessly. These customs were no longer popular in later generations. If it weren't for the elders in the village, they would not have thought of these.

The original intention of doing this was to seek peace of mind. Hang Shuheng did not reject it. He followed everyone's wishes and easily crossed the fire.

Several aunts were muttering a lot of auspicious words, all about driving away bad luck and welcoming good luck.

"Shuheng! There's hot water in the pot. Go and take a shower and wash off all the bad luck on your body."

"Yes, yes, yes. Go wash up first, change into dry clothes, eat and then have a good rest. You must have not had a good sleep in prison for so many days!"

It is definitely not as comfortable in prison as at home, and there is an old man snoring next to me. If you look closely, you can still see a hint of fatigue on his face.

"I'm sorry to trouble you, aunts."

Hang Shuheng exchanged a few simple greetings with everyone and then went to take a shower. He hadn't taken a shower for so many days that he could even smell the sour odor of sweat on his body, let alone others.

Seeing Hang Shuheng return safely, the old patriarch finally let go of his worries, so he stood up and said, "Let's all go back and let Shuheng have a good rest first. If you have any questions, go ask Shuisheng and the others."

So, when Hang Shuheng came out after washing from head to toe, only Song Ning and her son, and a kitten were left in the yard.

"Everyone left?"

"Hmm!" Seeing that his hair was still dripping with water after washing, Song Ning quickly found a dry towel and handed it to him, "Wipe your hair first, I'll go get something to eat."

When Hang Shuheng took the towel, he also grasped her hand, pulled her back, and held her in his arms.

Song Ning was stunned for a moment, then she closed her eyes and put her face against his chest, putting her arms around his waist. At this moment, she felt extremely at peace.

Yangyang was impressed by his parents' sudden action. He was unwilling to be excluded, so he ran over, hugged their thighs and said, "I want a hug too."

The two of them were at a loss for words. Hang Shuheng picked up Yangyang and hugged him, "Okay, okay, hug us both."

At the headman's house, He Chunsheng went to the county government office early in the morning with several young men from the village. He Tiesheng, who had to stay in bed due to a leg injury, felt guilty for not being able to contribute.

He felt very anxious and uncomfortable all morning, hoping that He Chunsheng would bring back some good news soon.

After waiting for a long time, he finally got the person back. He couldn't wait to ask, "How is it? Is the case closed? Is Shuheng okay?"

"Don't worry, Brother Shuheng is back." As soon as He Chunsheng entered the door, he poured himself a large bowl of water and drank it in one gulp. He and a few friends had been running around for the whole morning and finally they could have a good drink of water.

The village head and his wife came in and asked He Chunsheng to tell them what happened in the county court this morning. They were at the Hang family just now, so they couldn't ask Hang Shuheng too much. They could only go home with curiosity and catch their youngest son to ask him clearly.

"You didn't see that scene. I really admire Brother Shuheng..."

He Chunsheng talked nonstop as soon as he talked about the court session, telling them in detail how the county magistrate was fined his salary and how Wan Baolu was beaten with a stick.

The evildoers were punished, which made them feel very happy and at the same time they admired Hang Shuheng very much.

"Shuheng is really awesome!"

"Isn't it? If I were in that court, I would be as weak-kneed as Wan Baolu."

The old patriarch's family naturally called Shuisheng to question him. After learning about everything that happened, the old patriarch couldn't help but sigh: "Young people are formidable, young people are formidable! It is a blessing for the old Hang family to have such a courageous and wise young man."

Every family in the village called back their young men to inquire about the affairs of the county government. However, these were of no importance to Hang Shuheng's family of three.

At this time, their family of three were eating a bowl of noodles each. It was not a delicacy, but as the whole family was together, they could still enjoy the meal even if it was just a plain dish.

After Hang Shuheng's brief absence from home and his return, Yangyang became extremely dependent on him. He stuck to him all day long and was only able to get away when he fell asleep at night.

Hang Shuheng never expected that such a small incident could turn out to be a blessing in disguise. He finally gained the child's full acceptance and dependence.

After Song Ning came out of the bath, she saw that the child was already asleep, but the child's father was not in the room. She came to the outside of the study, the door was not closed, and light was coming out from the room.

Looking in from outside, he was sitting quietly in the study, half of his face in the light and half hidden in the darkness.

"Why don't you close the door?" Song Ning walked in, closed the door gently and walked towards him.

Hang Shuheng waited for her to come closer, stretched out his hand to her, and when she placed her hand on his palm, he gently pulled it, and she obediently sat on his lap.

Gently lifting the sleeve of her left hand, the densely packed tiny wounds on her arm instantly came into view. Hang Shuheng carefully stroked those wounds, feeling extremely heartbroken.

The moment he saw the wound, his hatred towards Wan Baolu, Zhang Cuiju and others reached its peak.

"Does it hurt?" he asked in a hoarse voice, wishing he could transfer every wound to his own body so that he could suffer the pain for her.

"You know it all?"

"Ok!"

Song Ning didn't expect that he already knew the injury on her hand. She felt the cold aura from him and knew that he was angry.

She hugged his neck and sat firmly, looking at the scabbed wounds, and comforted him: "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt anymore, it's all scabbed over."

As soon as he finished speaking, his warm lips fell on her wounds, gently, placing a kiss on each spot, so carefully, so cautiously, his whole body filled with deep self-blame.

Song Ning couldn't bear to see him fall into self-blame, so she held his face in her hands, lowered her head and kissed his lips. Then she moved away a little, looked into his bottomless eyes, and said softly, "I miss you!"

It was like dry wood meeting a raging fire, and it burst into flames. Hang Shuheng swept his hand, and all the items on the desk were swept down. He stood up and put her on the desk, and continued the kiss...