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Looking at Chu He's receding back, Tang Jianhua sighed.

He did not lose his balance as Chu He said. Instead, he stood even straighter. He took two steps forward, silently helped his brother up, and then reached out to help his nephew Tang Hu, but was slapped away.

Taking a step back, Tang Jianhua was not angry. His eyes, which were originally kind when he looked at his brother, became very cold when he swept across his sister-in-law.

Song Yanyan sat on the ground, with the child in her arms staring with wide eyes at the elders around her who were originally very kind, now looking very gloomy. The child wanted to cry but didn't dare, and could only look at his mother timidly.

"Uncle, you don't really believe what that man said, do you? He is an outsider who doesn't know the situation of our family at all. He just came into the house and started talking about other people's affairs. He is a bit too arrogant. If he marries my sister, how can we have a good life in the future?

Yanyan and I are here to accompany you and aunt every day. We are not here to accompany you. I am not even filial to my own parents and don’t take care of them. What else do you want from me?

I have never left our village since I graduated from university. Yanyan and I are responsible for all the big and small matters in our family. You have raised me since I was a child, so you don't believe me just because you listen to the words of a newcomer?" Tang Hu said without any scruples.

Tang Jianjun on the side wanted to stop him, but just as he stretched out his hand, he put it down dejectedly. He knew his brother's character too well. He had been a coward all his life, but his inner character was very stubborn. But as the first college student in the Tang family, he was not stupid.

As Tang Jianjun expected, his brother sat down slowly and said in a deep voice: "Xiaohu, Yanyan, you are all children. I don't blame you. On the contrary, your aunt and I are very grateful to you. After all, you are really by our side. Xiaobao is also very cute and is related to me by blood, so we really treat him as our own child.

You have brought us a lot of happiness. Although we are a little tired and a little disappointed when thinking of Xiaojing, we are mostly happy. "

As soon as Song Yanyan was helped up by Tang Hu, she couldn't wait to interrupt Tang Jianhua: "Uncle, we are relatives, we are a family, don't let outsiders instigate you at will."

"But!" Tang Jianhua ignored Song Yanyan and continued, "This is not a reason for you to plot against Xiaojing. She is my only daughter. In fact, I already knew your plan. After all, it's not just the villagers who are always targeting me, but I'm not stupid. Except for Jianjun, each of you has privately told me that outsiders are unreliable, saying things like "a married girl is like spilled water", "abandoning the elderly", "accompanying is more important than family affection" and so on.

But what can we do? Xiaojing has been reluctant to get married, find a partner, or have children, so we have always turned a blind eye to your behavior. Even if you scheme against me, I am willing to do it. After all, you are the closest person to me besides Xiaojing. I don’t mind if you take advantage of me.

But why do you want to scheme against Xiaojing? Is money really that important?

She is my biological daughter. I raised her since she was young. Giving her a happy life is my lifelong pursuit and goal. But why do you want to destroy all this?

We are family, and we should not break up unless it is absolutely necessary. But you can plot against me, and try to take my property and my house. Even my old life doesn't matter. I'm 60 years old, so what is there to be reluctant about? But you can't touch Xiaojing.

Even if the man just now and Xiaojing can't end up together, even if Xiaojing never gets married or has children, it's not something you can calculate.

Jianjun, lead them away."

Looking at his eldest brother's lonely figure and firm tone, Tang Jianjun had a complicated look in his eyes. His eldest brother and niece were connected by blood, so he was definitely the closest person to his eldest brother. But looking at his family, Tang Jianjun shook his head helplessly and reached out to hug his grandson.

But Song Yanyan dodged with the child in her arms, and pinched Xiaobao hard. Xiaobao burst into tears in pain. As the child cried, Song Yanyan shouted, "Uncle, Xiaohu and I have been with you day and night for the past few years. We didn't even have a job. We have given everything for you two. You treat us like this just based on the words of an outsider. Aren't you afraid of disappointing our relatives?

What about Xiaobao? What will the villagers think of you? Tang Jing turned around and left, what about you and Auntie? Are we still getting along? "

Tang Jianhua's body swayed slightly, and a faint voice came: "Xiaobao is 5 years old. In the past 5 years, you have borrowed a total of 79 yuan from me. Not only Jianjun's house, Yanyan, but also your brother's house. At that time, Xiaojing's annual salary was less than 5900 yuan. It took her several years to save so much. You asked me to borrow, so I decided to give you the emergency money she left for us at home. In addition, there is 30 yuan for Jianjun to build a house, 30 yuan for Xiaohu's schooling, 10 yuan for your betrothal gift, and 26 yuan for the confinement center when you gave birth to Xiaobao. The total is 7 yuan. You don't have to pay this money back."

After saying that, he disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Song Yanyan's mocking words came from behind: "Bah! You keep such clear accounts, but you are not a sincere person in your feelings."

Tang Jianhua sighed to the sky and covered his chest tightly in pain.

A "pop" sound was heard.

Tang Jianjun roared, "How dare you! No one else can teach my brother a lesson! Go home!"

Song Yanyan was not going to take this anger. She put the child on the ground and yelled at Tang Hu, "Tang Hu, you are a worthless man. Your wife was bullied like this, but you didn't even say a word. I wasted my eyes to find such a useless thing like you. There is no good person in your family. Your family is so rich, but you are still calculating so clearly. Bah, what you say about sincerity is all fake and false."

When Tang Hu heard his wife blabbering about him, even scolding his own parents, his already pent-up anger suddenly burst out and he slapped her in the face. The loud sound echoed in the wide hall.

Looking at Song Yanyan, who was lying on the ground with her face covered and eyes full of disbelief, Tang Hu suddenly felt refreshed. He started punching and kicking her as if to vent his anger, and Song Yanyan kept cursing and wailing. She wanted to get up and fight back, but she kicked Tang Hu to the ground again. The more she cursed, the harder Tang Hu beat her. Along with Xiaobao's crying and Song Yanyan's wailing, Tang Jianjun's eyes showed a trace of pain, and he looked at his son and daughter-in-law who were fighting in a ball with complicated feelings.

He shouted in a low voice: "What's going on? Hold on tight, Xiaohu, stop it." As he said this, he winked at his wife who had been standing aside, meaning for her to pull it aside, as he, as a father-in-law, couldn't bring himself to do it.

But his wife ignored him, she just stood up and walked to the door, saying: "Sister-in-law was a famous pretty accountant in the area, and she is still as charming as ever."

Although the words were spoken quietly, they were heard by everyone in the room.

I pushed the door open and was about to step over the porch when a glass vase fell from the sky and shattered at my feet. Tang Jing's voice came from above my head: "If you can't talk, shut up. This time I smashed the floor, next time I promise I'll smash where I want! I'm giving you face!"

The woman just paused and didn't look up to respond. She just walked around the debris on the ground, and her short figure quickly disappeared from sight.

Tang Jing watched him leave coldly, and when she turned around her eyes were full of unwillingness.

Tang Jianhua on the side said with a wry smile: "Xiao Jing, don't be like this, we are all relatives, after all, she has taken care of you since you were a child."

Tang Jing rolled her eyes at him, and Tang Jianhua looked even more embarrassed.

Song Yulan and Chu He, who were chatting happily on the side, did not pay attention to all this. Although Song Yulan felt a little uncomfortable about Chu He's age, it was the first time in so many years. She saw that her daughter was deeply in love with him, and the two of them had a very good relationship.

A mother is the most compromising person in the world, especially when it comes to her own children. Song Yulan temporarily put aside her grudges. It only took 10 minutes from the time she started talking cautiously to the time she became very happy.

Chu He answered whatever Song Yulan asked about his speech, behavior, family background, knowledge, and moral cultivation, and the main point was honesty.

During the conversation, Song Yulan discovered that Chu He understood her daughter better than anyone else. In some aspects, even she, as a mother, could not compare to him. The love in his words could not be hidden, and Song Yulan was very satisfied with this.

The mother-in-law looked at her son-in-law. Song Yulan had already held Chu He's hand and started talking cordially. Tang Jianhua's eyelids twitched when he saw this. If this man was not her daughter's boyfriend, at this age, it would not be too much to call him brother. Her daughter was dating him, and he had just beaten up her brother's family. He had also mocked her for being old and dim-sighted and unable to judge people. Now he was holding hands with her wife...

This was too much to bear. Tang Jianhua sat up straight and was about to act like a parent. Just as he was about to say something, he heard Song Yulan say, "Old Tang, check if the downstairs is quiet. No one has shoveled it out."

Tang Jianhua pointed at his nose, meaning, are you ordering me around?

Song Yulan still held Chu He's hand and said impatiently, "Why are you standing there? Hurry up and go."

Then he turned to Tang Jing and said, "Xiao Jing, don't just sit there. Take a look at what's in the refrigerator. There are chickens, ducks, fish, sheep, cattle, crabs, shrimps, vegetables, and fruits. Go buy whatever you need. I'll cook for you today."

Tang Jing was about to speak when Chu He stopped her and said with a smile, "Auntie, don't bother me. Just eat what's available at home. Didn't I just tell you that I'm a professional chef and I just learned how to cook state banquet dishes. I should be the one to show off my skills."

After saying that, he put Song Yulan's hand in Tang Jing's palm, and followed Tang Jianhua, who looked constipated, downstairs.

The people downstairs had not all left. Only a figure was left, bending down again and again to pick up the debris on the ground.

"Build an army."

"Hey, brother."

"Go to the old house and bring two bottles of old wine left by our father." Tang Jianhua instructed Tang Jianjun in a gentle voice, as if what happened before had never happened.

He walked forward, stretched out his hand to pull his brother up, patted the dust off his clothes, and led Chu He into the west kitchen.

At this time, Tang Jianjun stood up and walked towards the door with tears on his face, but a bright smile on his lips.

There is no overnight hatred between brothers, let alone brothers. After their parents pass away, they are the closest people.

At night, the banquet ended with the guests and hosts enjoying themselves. The old wine was mellow and fragrant, and the three people who were in high spirits added a few more glasses of wine. Tang Jianjun fell to the ground before he could even leave the house. Chu He took turns carrying the two brothers to the bedroom, where they slept in each other's arms, just like when they were children, so intimate, harmonious and... eye-catching.

Chu He, who also drank quite a bit, felt a little dizzy. The alcohol was too strong and he wanted to find someone to hug, but unfortunately Tang Jing had already gone back to the room with Song Yulan to sleep. The mother and daughter had so much to talk about that they disappeared without even clearing the table. Chu He did not dare to be too unrestrained and had to stay in the guest bedroom. However, the smell of milk in the room made Chu He feel nauseous. He had such a big child, but he still didn't stop breastfeeding.

Feeling uncomfortable, he had no choice but to stand on the second-floor terrace in the night, looking at the bright moon and slowly calming his upset stomach.

The pitch-black earth was set against the starry sky, and it seemed as if Chu He was the only one left in the world. A cold wind blew past, and Chu He's mind became a little clearer. He looked at the stars moving around, and couldn't help but think of the past worlds.

Those who passed by, missed, met, became familiar with, fell in love, loved each other, interacted, lost, and passed away, there were dark confrontations, sharp killings, tit-for-tat, and mutual support, weaving the past hundreds of years of life. Chu He experienced confusion, fear, determination, self-confidence, pride to the current state, which may be called peace.

I always feel like I am evolving, not only physically, but also mentally.

Thinking slowly, Chu He couldn't help but start walking in the Bagua Dragon Step. The passage of time and the passing of time all flew by under his feet. His mind was empty and clear. That mysterious feeling made Chu He intoxicated. For a moment, he felt as if he was standing on the pinnacle of the world. The soft and steel-like breeze flowed by his hands, the white and black clouds were under his feet, the various aspects of the world were smelled in his nose, and the cycle of cause and effect was in his mind.

He seemed to be able to see through the laws and connections of all things in the world, and to observe the world from a more macro perspective. Many things that had confused him before suddenly became clear. When his thoughts became clear, Chu He felt that he had made a qualitative improvement. There were many more things in his eyes, and the truth of things had nowhere to hide in him.

Chu He understood that this series of seemingly capricious tasks from the system actually had a deep purpose, but now he probably still did not have the right to communicate with the system. After experiencing so many worlds, so many people, and so many things, his accumulation allowed him to break through this layer of shackles.

He remembered what Gong Yutian said, that people who practice martial arts have three stages: seeing themselves, seeing the world, and seeing all living beings. Perhaps at this moment he really saw the world.