Reborn in the 90s, tearing apart scumbag men for the sake of women.

After a bumpy ride, we finally arrived at our destination.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Nansheng also got off the bus here.

If Qiao Nansheng hadn't acted like he didn't want to talk to her, Song Lingge would have almost suspected that he was following her.

Of course, it's also possible that she was following Qiao Nansheng.

Bah! Absolutely impossible.

Tall and with long legs, Qiao Nansheng quickly pulled ahead of Song Lingge by a large margin.

Song Lingge quickly caught up and asked, "Qiao Nansheng, do you also live around here?"

Qiao Nansheng stopped, looking down at her with a disdainful expression.

"You don't think I'm stalking you, do you?"

Song Lingge gave an awkward smile: "How could that be?"

Qiao Nansheng ignored her and continued walking. After a few steps, he suddenly uttered a few words.

"After you get off the 429, you can walk to the other side and transfer to the 115. The 115 will take a longer route, but it won't be as crowded as the 748."

Song Lingge eagerly followed, but this time Qiao Nansheng slowed down his pace.

It seems that this sentence was indeed said to her.

"You seem to know this place well? Do you live around here? I've never seen you before."

Well, Qiao Nansheng must have said something to offend this cold-faced man again, because he stopped in his tracks.

“Song Lingge, I suggest you go home and have your parents take you to the hospital.”

Song Lingge was filled with question marks. Although she knew that Qiao Nansheng's words were definitely not kind, she still found them inexplicable.

Seeing that she still looked clueless, Qiao Nansheng, unusually kind, offered an explanation.

"Go see an eye doctor. I've been walking this road for years, and if you can't see it, it just means there's something wrong with your eyes."

"Heh, were all college students this arrogant back then?" Song Lingge couldn't help but think to herself.

Qiao Nansheng originally turned left at the first intersection, while Song Lingge turned left at the second intersection.

"It's perfectly normal that I haven't seen you before; I'm still at the next intersection."

Just as Qiao Nansheng was about to turn the corner, Song Lingge shouted loudly.

Qiao Nansheng paused noticeably for a moment, but didn't turn around to reply before leaving.

Oh well, that's just how boys are at this age, they don't like to talk much. Song Lingge's mood was completely unaffected, and she happily walked home.

Turn at the second intersection and you'll find Nanzhou Middle School.

At that time, the houses built by the teachers and staff of Nanzhou Middle School had not yet been completed, so Song Lingge's family lived in a cramped apartment building where the teachers and staff were housed.

Song Lingge's home is on the second floor; it's at the very end of the corridor.

The long corridor was wide, with one side filled with kitchen utensils, forming a makeshift kitchen, leaving only a narrow passageway.

Every time Song Lingge went home, she had to be careful when passing by, otherwise she would find that either her skirt was stained with soot from the bottom of a pot, or the hem of her dress had touched someone's oil bowl.

But there are also happy times, when it's easy to see which restaurant made the best food.

Neighbors often exchange dishes; it's common for one family to give me a bowl, and another to give me a few.

However, I got back very early today. The middle school students hadn't finished school yet, and the neighbors probably hadn't gone home from get off work.

The corridor was quiet as Song Lingge carefully made her way home.

Before even reaching the door, the sound of arguing could be heard.

"I don't care, you guys have to find a job for Fengwa. You're my brother, if you don't care, who will? Have you forgotten what Mom and Dad told you before they died?"

Song Lingge quietly moved to the doorway and heard this sentence.

The person who said this was Song Jianping's younger sister, Song Jianmei, and Song Lingge's aunt.

Song Lingge felt a surge of anger whenever she mentioned her aunt.

Every time Song Jianmei comes, she either asks for money or asks for their help with something. She always uses her grandparents' dying words to morally blackmail Song Jianping.

Song Lingge got married right after graduation, and her aunt played a significant role in helping her.

Her son, Chen Bingfeng, was a year or two older than Song Lingge. He was lazy and idle all day long.

After Song Lingge graduated, Song Jianmei came by one day and surprisingly suggested that her cousins ​​get married. Startled, Song Lingge quickly got a marriage certificate with Fang Guanghua.

It just goes to show that every family has a few oddball relatives!

Zhao Jueyu was protected by her maternal grandparents her whole life. Marrying Song Jianping and having a sister-in-law like Song Jianmei was the greatest hardship she had ever suffered.

In the past, Zhao Jueyu would cry bitterly every time Song Jianmei left.

As an intellectual, she didn't want to stoop to Song Jianmei's level, but Song Jianmei was just too capable, becoming more and more shameless with each incident.

Song Lingge took a deep breath, intending to go in and support her mother.

She is no longer the submissive daughter who could only sit and cry with her mother.

"Mom, Dad, I'm home." She said, pushing open the door and going inside.

Everyone in the room was stunned, unsure of how much she had heard.

Zhao Jueyu quickly stepped forward to take Song Lingge's schoolbag.

"Oh, Lingge's back?" Song Jianmei's face crinkled with laughter.

Song Lingge ignored her and went to the table to pour herself a glass of water.

"Why aren't you greeting people? You have no manners." Song Jianping sat on the sofa, displaying the authority of the head of the household.

After drinking a large glass of water, Song Lingge said slowly, "I was so thirsty. My aunt isn't an outsider, she won't blame me."

"That's right, that's right, we're all family, why so many rules? It's so hot, Lingge must be dying of heat, look at her red face."

Zhao Jueyu blocked Song Jianmei and tidied Song Lingge's hair.

"Go back to your room first. The adults are talking outside."

Song Lingge wanted to say something more, but Zhao Jueyu was adamant, so she reluctantly went into the inner room.

“Brother, sister-in-law, just like Lingge said, we are all family. Fengwa is so grown up now. His father and I are not capable, but you are. You should make arrangements for him, right?”

Song Lingge eavesdropped by the door. That Song Jianmei, really, actually used her words to shut her up.

"I'm also incompetent, you two siblings should discuss it yourselves!"

Song Lingge felt that Zhao Jueyu had improved today. In the past, she was always too shy to speak up, so she was always led by Song Jianmei.

"How about we let Feng come to the school gatehouse?"

“No way, the guardhouse? That’s just for guarding the gate! Brother, Fengwa is your own nephew.”

Song Jianmei was unhappy; I really don't know what right she had to be unhappy.

Given Chen Bingfeng's appearance, even making him a doorman would be giving him too much credit.

"Tell me yourself, how many jobs have you arranged for him in the past two years? Can he handle them all?"

“I don’t care. He’s so young, and he’s already working as a gatekeeper. What girl will want him in the future? You’re his uncle, you can’t just ignore him.”

Song Jianmei started acting like a rogue.

"Have I not interfered enough? Do it if you want, or don't if you don't." Song Jianping was genuinely angry at this point.

Seeing that her tough approach wasn't working, Song Jianmei put on a big smile. It's a real shame that she doesn't use her face-changing skills to perform Sichuan opera.

"Why don't we ask Lingge's maternal grandfather? He's a former leader; he's sure to get her a good job. Sister-in-law, what do you say?"