Reborn as a widow in the 70s

Meng Zibin did not answer his question, but asked directly: "Are you married?"

Although Tang Jia felt that this person was strange for suddenly asking such a question, he still replied politely.

"I'm just 22 years old, don't worry!"

Seeing that the other party was not married, Meng Zibin breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and then continued to ask: "Then do you have a girl you like!"

Tang Jia thought to herself, why does this person look like my mother?

But since it was the first time they met, I couldn't refuse the other party directly, so I had to say: "There is one."

"Does she like you too?"

Tang Jia felt that the other party's tone was like interrogating the prisoner. This attitude was really impolite.

He felt that he was offended, so he said angrily: "Of course she likes me, she loves me so much!"

After saying that, he fell down and lay down.

Meng Zibin was left sitting there like a sculpture.

During the long night, Meng Zibin watched the moon all night long!

His sweetheart lives in the same courtyard as him, and if he wants to see her, he can open the door early tomorrow morning to see her, but Meng Zibin seems to have no courage to open the door!

She has someone she likes, and that person loves her too!

So fine!

You should continue to be the dead man!

……

In the bedroom, just as Song Xiuxiu was getting ready to sleep, Lu Aiguo took her into his arms.

"Don't make trouble. I don't have time to mess with you today. I'm almost exhausted!"

As he spoke, he yawned greatly, and the corners of his eyes were filled with sleepy tears.

Lu Aiguo patted her back and whispered: "I won't bother, I just want to tell you something!"

"What's going on!" Song Xiuxiu said in a daze.

"Do you know who lives in the west wing?"

"Didn't you say he was your friend?"

"Do you know what my friend's name is?"

"What!" Song Xiuxiu turned over impatiently, and then found a comfortable position to lie down.

"His name is...Meng Zibin!"

The man said word by word.

"Ok!"

"Ok?"

After reacting, Song Xiuxiu sat up suddenly, and then asked in disbelief.

"Tell me again what that person's name is!"

“Meng Zibin!”

Song Xiuxiu covered her mouth with both hands in surprise. Her sleepiness had been driven away by the shocking news!

Seeing her surprised expression, Lu Aiguo continued: "You are right, it's my little sister's Meng Zibin!"

After a while, Song Xiuxiu came back to her senses, then glanced in the direction of the window and whispered: "Isn't he dead?"

Lu Aiguo asked pretending to be confused: "Who said he was dead!"

"You!"

"When did I say he was dead!"

Seeing that this man refused to admit his guilt, Song Xiuxiu said hurriedly: "You called their army at first, but later you told me and my little sister that he was no longer here!"

The man said innocently: "Yes, I only said he was gone, but I didn't say he was dead!"

"It's you who always thought he was dead!"

Seeing the man arrogantly speaking, Song Xiuxiu picked up the pillow next to him and threw it at him.

"You bastard, are you playing word games with me here?"

The man used his arms to resist the opponent's attack and begged for mercy: "My wife, please forgive me! I was wrong, I know I was wrong!"

After venting his dissatisfaction, Song Xiuxiu put down the pillow and shouted sternly.

"Tell me, what's going on? Tell me honestly!"

Lu Aiguo did not dare to hide it, so he told the story about Meng Zibin being seriously injured and losing an arm.

After listening to what he said, Song Xiuxiu put her hands on her hips and said angrily.

"Bah, you self-righteous dog men!"

"You always treat us your way, but you never consider the problem from our perspective and don't know what we really need!"

"Concealing the fact that you were injured, and then resolutely saying goodbye, don't you think it's great and amazing to do this!"

"Bah, you are so selfish!"

"He Meng Zibin has never asked for my little sister's opinion. How does he know what my little sister will choose!"

Lu Aiguo knew that his wife was angry and could not refute her, but he couldn't help but defend Meng Zibin.

"He is afraid that my little sister will be in trouble and face the pressure of public opinion around her!"

Song Xiuxiu chuckled and said: "If it were me and my third sister, we might have to compromise, but my little sister is the kind of person who would wrong herself!"

"If Meng Zibin really cares about his little sister, he should tell the truth whether she is dead, alive or disabled."

"Does he know how my little sister has survived these past few years?"

Speaking of this, the corners of Song Xiuxiu's eyes became moist.

This time when the little girl came back, it seemed that she had given up everything in the past and even changed her name, but only Song Xiuxiu could tell that her smile was all staged.

The pain hidden deep in her eyes was fully exposed by Song Xiuxiu!

When Lu Aiguo saw his wife's reaction, he guessed everything.

“What you mean is that my little sister still can’t let go of Meng Zibin!”

Song Xiuxiu didn't speak, but nodded affirmatively.

Seeing this situation, Lu Aiguo became even more confused.

"If she still has Meng Zibin in her heart, then what's going on with Tang Jia!"

Song Xiuxiu: "They are just ordinary friends. Although Tang Jia is interested in the younger sister, I can see that the younger sister has no feelings for him at all."

Lu Aiguo: "Then why does Xiao Shitou call Tang Jia his uncle?"

"Is this what he said?" Song Xiuxiu asked.

Lu Aiguo nodded affirmatively, and then whispered: "I heard it with my own ears, Meng Zibin was also present at the time!"

Hearing this, Song Xiuxiu said angrily: "I'll ask this brat tomorrow what's going on!"

The couple then had a heated debate about whether to tell their younger sister the news.

Song Xiuxiu advocated telling her that the younger sister had the right to know the truth of the matter. As for where they would go in the future, it was up to them.

And Lu Aiguo felt that Meng Zibin had painstakingly concealed it for so long, and both parties had accepted this fact, so it was better not to break the status quo.

In the end, Song Xiuxiu raised her hands and surrendered because she couldn't resist the sleepiness!

The two agreed that Song Xiuxiu would take her little sister out to buy things tomorrow morning, and Lu Aiguo took this opportunity to take Meng Zibin away.

As for how it develops in the future, it depends on God’s will!

……

The next morning, Song Xiuxiu was forced by Lu Aiguo to go to Song Lijun's room, and then reluctantly took her to the morning market to buy things.

Song Lijun didn't want to go, but she couldn't stand her second sister's insistence, so she finally had to put on her clothes and follow her out of the house.

As soon as the two sisters left, Lu Aiguo called Meng Zibin out.

"Let's go while my little sister is out now, to avoid any embarrassment!"

Meng Zibin responded softly.

Although he was also afraid of bumping into each other, he still didn't want to leave here because of the lack of his right hand. He packed his things very slowly.

Lu Aiguo leaned against the door frame, hugging his shoulders and not urging him.

If he wants to meet, no one can stop him!

……

In the alley

Song Xiuxiu suddenly stopped walking halfway: "It's broken, I forgot to take my wallet!"

As he said that, he turned around and went back.

Song Lijun grabbed her arm and said, "Don't take it, I'm taking it with me!"

Seeing this, Song Xiuxiu continued to insist: "I have buttons in my bag that I bought at the morning market yesterday. Some of them don't fit. I have to go to the boss to change them today!"

"Hurry up and get it, otherwise it will be too late and the stall will be closed!"

As he spoke, he dragged his little sister back.

Song Lijun had no choice but to say helplessly: "You are so troublesome!"