New widow

"It is difficult for a woman to give birth to a child. Besides, losing that child will be the most painful for you." Su Qiao's words almost made Aunt Su burst into tears. Losing a child is the most painful and painful thing for a mother. , instead of blaming mothers for not keeping their children like others.

The child in Aunt Su's arms made a babbling sound, and her little hands grabbed Aunt Su's hair. Aunt Su lowered her head, picked up the child's little hand, kissed it, and said to Suqiao: "Madam treats me like this, I will take good care of my brother in the future. If I have any bad thoughts, madam will beat me to death."

"How come we have come to this point, and we are still fighting to death." Su Qiao couldn't laugh or cry, and patted Aunt Su's hand. Aunt Su stood up and said, "Brother is going to bed too, so I don't want to disturb him anymore. Madam, please allow me to resign."

After Aunt Su left, Song Zhen said: "Why are we both women, but we are different?"

Due to the rules of the world, people who are supposed to depend on each other have to be separated, while people who are strangers have to get close. Song Zhen really couldn't understand these rules no matter how much she thought about them.

"If you don't understand, don't think about it." Su Qiao looked into the distance: "Maybe, after a while, we can ignore these rules and live our lives quietly."

Speaking of living her life quietly, Song Zhen immediately became happy. The glory and wealth were really not that attractive. She had never been happier in the market, listening to people talking and doing things.

They are the fruits that have been soaked in the well in the summer, the persimmons picked from the trees in the autumn, and the stove that my mother lit in the winter.

In spring, wild flowers bloom all over the hillside. Those wild flowers have no names, and no more people stop to see those wild flowers, but they are what Song Zhen likes and what Song Zhen wants to see.

Suqiao held Song Zhen's hand, and seemed to have seen that kind of future, such a noisy future where every dollar was worth every penny was something Suqiao was familiar with and could make Suqiao feel comfortable. If you tell Mr. Kuang this idea, your father will definitely accuse him of being willing to be humble. After all, his father works hard just to be an official and not to let his children go into the market.

And now, I want to give up the wealth that I have already obtained. How can my father allow it?

However, after living for these 20 years, there are always things that I want to do, rather than others forcing me to do them.

"We will be very happy in the future." Suqiao said firmly. Life is only a few decades, so why not let yourself live a happier life instead of just accepting other people's arrangements like before, no matter whether you are happy or not. , everyone should show joy and tell that person that they are happy.

It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this. Suqiao seemed to hear someone telling herself that this kind of life should not be what she wanted.

The most important thing at the moment is to take care of the matter of Master Eleven, so that we can talk to the Song family and discuss how to leave the Song family.

The Song family is a big family with stricter rules than Suqiao's previous husband's family. Such a big family would not even allow its daughter to remarry, so how could it allow a widow to leave the Song family? That's not pointing at the Song family. Are you scolding someone? But Suqiao doesn't care, not at all. The most important thing now is her own life, not

other people's opinions.

Mr. Song came back very late. As soon as he walked into the main room, he saw Mrs. Song sitting there. Mr. Song couldn't help but frown: "Why are you sitting here without saying anything? If I hadn't seen her, I would have been shocked. "

"You say, do we women really have to marry a chicken and follow a chicken, marry a dog, and follow a dog?" Mrs. Song's words almost made Mr. Song spit out the tea in his mouth: "What nonsense are you talking about? You women, of course. With only us men relying on you, is it possible that you still want to go to the streets to earn some money to support your family?"

This is not the first time that Mrs. Song has heard this. Mrs. Song was even very happy at first. The man she married was very capable and she could make slaves and maids at home without having to do the work herself. But after meeting Mrs. Eleven today, Mrs. Song felt that she had been living in a lie?

"What's wrong with you? Did you take that child to jail and hear something you shouldn't have heard?" Mr. Song said dissatisfied. Mrs. Song frowned: "I have to tell you, Aunt Eleven, she..."

"You don't know what kind of person she is. She is extremely cunning. There must not be a few truths in her words." After saying this, Mr. Song stood up and said, "I don't know why I went in to see this death row prisoner."

"So, this case is going to be judged?" Mrs. Song asked Mr. Song carefully, and Mr. Song yawned: "Now that the confessions have come out, by then, Brother Eleven will probably..."

The word "escape" made Mr. Song stunned. Then Mr. Song said to Mrs. Song: "Don't be in a hurry to say this. You have to help me with something."

"What's the matter

? Mrs. Song couldn't help but frown. Mr. Song slapped his wife: "Isn't it natural for a woman to help me with things?" You go into the house again tomorrow and ask your third brother and sister, have you accomplished what she promised me? "

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Song still asked. Mr. Song hesitated and said, "It's the eleventh brother, no, it's about the property of the death row prisoner."

"I won't go." Mrs. Song didn't say anything, but she refused when she spoke. Mr. Song almost jumped up: "Why don't you go?"

"Those properties are not mine even if I fight for them." Mrs. Song's words made Mr. Song look at her: "What's wrong with you today? You lost your soul after a trip to the prison, and you even said these words. We have a son, and the property you fight for will belong to our son. From now on, when your son takes care of you, you will be the old feudal prince of this family. It doesn’t matter whether you have property in your hands or not."

"It's different." Mrs. Song said this again, which made Mr. Song, who was about to go out, look at her. Then Mr. Song slapped the table: "I understand, if you go into the prison today, you will be with that person." The death row prisoner said these words, wait for me..."

"You don't have to go, forget it, I'll go in tomorrow." Mrs. Song only felt that the noise made her have a headache, and stretched out her hand to press her forehead. Seeing that his wife had agreed, Mr. Song wanted to say a few soft words, but As soon as he saw the wrinkles on Mrs. Song's forehead, Mr. Song took back those soft words and stood up: "In that case, you just have a rest first, and I'll go and have a rest."

Of course Mrs. Song knew where Mr. Song was going. She opened her mouth but didn’t say anything.

He didn't call him, but sat slumped in the chair.