After the female supporting character in the quick transmigration series realized her mistakes

Seeing that no one seemed curious, Yan Xiaozhong felt a burning desire to spill all the gossip he knew.

After all, young people are full of vigor and can't stand the doubts of their peers.

"Xiao Zhong's dad is quite the womanizer! I heard he goes to another province to find women to do 'that' kind of thing, that's how he makes so much money!" Yan Xiaozhong said with a gossipy look, as if he knew everything about it.

"Huh? Really?" The person next to him was clearly intrigued by his words and asked curiously.

"Of course it's true! Would I lie to you?" Yan Xiaozhong proudly raised his chin. "Every time he comes back, he deliberately dresses in rags, just so the villagers will know he's rich!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice unconsciously rose eight octaves, as if he wanted more people to hear what he was saying.

After he finished speaking, he deliberately raised his head, looking as if he knew a huge secret.

The fact that only he knew this secret gave him an unparalleled sense of superiority.

A naive young man asked, "What kind of thing is 'doing that kind of thing'?"

The slightly older young people were delighted to hear this. They had heard all sorts of things from the married young women and men chatting and bragging in the village, so they knew a little bit about everything.

Seeing this little brat ask such a question, they quickly pushed him away, saying, "Go away, what does a little brat know? All of you move aside, you can't listen to this kind of talk."

That's what they say, but these young men only half-understand it.

Although they knew what "that kind of thing" meant, they only knew it was something embarrassing, and they couldn't explain the specifics.

So don't be fooled by their enthusiastic conversation; they don't really understand much about it.

Seeing their conversation drifting further and further off-topic, someone kindly reminded them, "Hey, who were you supposed to be curious about just now? You've forgotten, how come you're going off on a tangent?"

Some people are now hearing something more interesting and are no longer interested in the person they were talking about.

So he waved his hand and said, "Since he came to Uncle Lu's house, he must be a relative of the Lu family. We'll find out sooner or later. Now we have something more interesting to discuss."

“That’s right, Xiao Chong, please continue. What’s Xiao Zhong’s father doing?”

At this moment, no one should disturb them from listening to gossip, especially since this gossip has a slightly risqué aspect.

Seeing this, the man naturally stopped being so tactless as to offer any further reminders, since he himself was quite interested in this gossip.

The older folks who knew Lu Weifeng felt a sense of sobriety, like the only one who was awake in a world of drunks, as they listened to the young people chattering away.

Who was that person just now? Actually, it's obvious without even thinking; it must have been Lu Zhongming's son who went to university.

However, to be fair, Lu Zhongming's son, Xiaofeng, has been away studying for many years and has only just returned. It seems that having a son or not makes little difference.

After all, it's not necessarily a good thing for a child to be too successful. Once a child becomes very successful, they will drift further and further away from their parents. If the parents have a minor illness or pain, they won't be able to find their son.

In contrast, although his own son was not as successful, he had always been by their side, living with them.

In this way, if the parents encounter any big or small problems, they only need to call out and their son will come to help immediately. This can be considered as each having their own troubles.

After sighing, the old man crossed his legs and leisurely took a puff of his tobacco.

Following closely behind Lu Weifeng, Lu Weiye saw the village children gathered together, chattering away as if it were a lively scene. Instead of following Lu Weifeng into the house, he took off running towards the crowd to join in the fun.

But once he arrived, he was bombarded with questions.

As soon as Lu Weifeng entered the house, he saw his second aunt sitting on the edge of the bed where Lu Weisheng used to sleep.

Aunt Lu slumped onto her son's bed like a deflated balloon, her shoulders trembling slightly from time to time, when she heard footsteps entering the room.

She looked up, her eyes red and swollen like walnuts, her hair disheveled and stuck to her wet forehead, her lips half-open with tears.

Seeing a spirited-looking young man enter, she hurriedly stood up, wanting to greet this guest who had come from afar.

But she felt terrible inside. She wanted to say a few polite words, but her throat was so dry, as if it had been sanded, that she couldn't make a sound.

All that remained was a sporadic, whirring sound, like an old, worn-out bellows, emitting a pitiful, mournful whine in the quiet room, looking both pathetic and tragic.

Seeing this, Lu Weifeng could only comfort her, "Second Aunt, Weisheng is gone now. You and Second Uncle must take good care of yourselves, otherwise Weisheng won't feel at ease over there."

When the young man called her "Second Aunt," Aunt Lu wondered to herself, "This must be a relative of the Lu family."

He wanted to ask something, but his mouth was stuck shut as if glued shut. Just then, Uncle Lu, who was in the main room, heard voices coming from the next room and came over to check out.

He saw a tall young man and was somewhat puzzled.

Uncle Lu looked Lu Weifeng up and down, feeling that the man looked somewhat familiar. He asked uncertainly, "Are you Xiaofeng from Zhongming's family?"

Lu Weifeng nodded seriously, and then bowed respectfully to his second uncle.

"Yes, I am Weifeng. I'm sorry, Uncle. Such a big thing happened at home, I'm late." Lu Weifeng's words were full of guilt. He really felt that he was late.

After all, they were brothers, and it's always a pity that they died so young.

Although he rushed back as soon as he heard the news, he was delayed for several days on the way back.

By the time he returned to the village, many things were already set in stone, and all that was left was to carry the person up the mountain in a couple of days.

Although Lu Erbo and Lu Weifeng's father were brothers, these four brothers were all quite different from one another.

Uncle Lu was a gentle man. Seeing his nephew's guilty expression, he quickly comforted him, "It's not your fault. You're so busy with work, it's already very good that you were able to come back. It's just a pity that you didn't get to see your brother one last time. It was too sudden."

When the topic of "suddenly" came up, Uncle Lu's voice choked up.

Although his son was quite a scoundrel when he was alive, he was still his only son, so he had to take responsibility for him no matter how badly he acted.

But who could have imagined this would happen? He was lively and energetic one day, and collapsed the next.

Lu Weifeng looked at the elderly couple whose eyes were as red as walnuts from crying, and didn't know how to comfort them.

It's pointless for someone who hasn't experienced it firsthand to say anything; how can those light words possibly express the depth of someone's pain?

Wasn't he the same way back then?