Step by step, a gentle breeze leads to a smooth path

"You... never mind, it's pointless to argue with you. Let my older brother take good care of Mother. Anyway, he's doing well now, so Mother dotes on him and always puts him first. Mother has never looked down on me, so it doesn't matter whether I'm here or not." Song Wanxing was very angry at the woman's attitude, but he was about to leave and didn't bother to argue.

Zhao Xiaojuan never expected that the man she had shared a bed with for so many years would think this way about his own mother.

He's hiding it so well, harboring such resentment towards his own mother? That's the mother who always indulged and protected his sensitive heart! Zhao Xiaojuan's already cold heart grew even colder. No wonder, how could she warm a heartless person? Perhaps her mother-in-law was implicated because of her. Haha, who told her mother-in-law to arrange the marriage? What about her older brother? Her sister-in-law is a bit mentally ill, so why is her brother so filial?

Forget it, I can't figure it out, I'm not going to think about it anymore. We're not on the same wavelength. Jin Yue once said that women shouldn't take all the blame upon themselves.

She continued working. The weather was too hot; the soil had dried out and cracked. She could only water the vegetables more in the evening after sunset. Watering them when the sun was high in the sky would make them wilt even faster. There was a large family to support, and she had to make sure they had enough vegetables and fruits to eat.

Zhao Xiaojuan has no intention of remarrying. Her mother-in-law said that as long as she is willing, this place will always be her home, and she will help raise her three children in the future.

My mother-in-law decided that since the child is still young, all meals will be eaten at the same table. Rural people grow their own grain and vegetables, and only occasionally buy some meat and seasonings; my older brother said he can afford it.

They keep their own money, and Nan said that during the off-season, she would find her some work to do. Actually, life is a bit easier without one person around; there's nothing to worry about, and it's quite comfortable.

Song Wanxing stood there for a while, watching Zhao Xiaojuan continue working. A sudden pang of pain shot through him; he felt uncomfortable. Wasn't this woman even trying to stop him? Even though he wouldn't stay, hadn't she been clinging to him all along? "Is there anything else you want to say?"

"No, the plum tree is already planted on your head, what can I say?" Zhao Xiaojuan continued working, showing no desire to say anything more.

"you……"

Song Wanxing glanced at the location of his home, then turned and left. He had no idea what he would lose forever with this departure.

Sensing that he was gone, Zhao Xiaojuan squatted on the ground, hugged her knees, and cried bitterly. This was the last time she cried for him, and it was also a tribute to her youth.

Let's just pretend this man is dead. His family indulges him, and people around him flatter him politely. He really thinks he's something special, like everyone else is just mud on the ground, while he's a lofty cloud in the sky.

"Alright, let the unattainable clouds drift away." Zhao Xiaojuan wiped away her tears and went home; her family was waiting for her to eat. She decided to say nothing, letting her mother-in-law keep a glimmer of hope.

Song Wanxing's departure did not cause any trouble. He was not an important person and had few friends because he considered himself superior.

Song Wanli helped him quit his job as the village accountant. The wages he received were meager, and they told everyone he had gone out to work. These days, many people go out to work, so there's no need for proof anymore; one more or one less makes no difference.

After that crying incident, Zhao Xiaojuan completely said goodbye to the past. She also cleaned up the house and locked all of Song Wanxing's belongings in the storage room.

The children didn't ask about their father, because even though they lived under the same roof, they rarely saw him, and they were used to it.

Song Mingli and Song Mingcheng were quite happy. They moved their beds to their mother's and sister's room. Their mother said that they would live separately when they started elementary school.

How wonderful! I can be in the same room as my mom and don't have to see my dad's cold face.

The kids in the family are all pretty carefree; they don't ask much if someone is missing. Ting Nan knows the truth, but she's too lazy to mention that person, afraid of affecting the adults' mood.

She thought that her cousin was also a younger brother, and as the older sister, she should take better care of him in the future. Anyway, her aunt had said that she should beat him if necessary.

And so people gradually forgot about Song Wanxing, at least on the surface.

At the end of fourth grade, Tingnan passed the grade skipping exam as she wished, and entered sixth grade before she was even ten years old, which made the whole brigade excited.