I will die early and cannon fodder. I will enjoy great blessings after marrying a sick man.

After coming out of the space, Song Manman looked at the roof in a daze.

......

A week had passed when Song Ping and Song Baogen brought their daughter back. At that time, Song Zhen was learning calligraphy with Song Yi and others.

Grandpa Song attached great importance to the education of Song Yi's generation, so Song Yi and his friends were required by Grandpa Song to practice calligraphy since they were young in order to cultivate their character.

"How is it?" Looking at Nannan who was still silent, Song Manman pursed her lips and asked.

Song Ping sighed and replied, "Well, the doctor said that we need to have surgery and stay in the hospital for at least a month, so we came back to pack our bags."

This time when Song Ping and Song Baogen took Nannan out, they had no intention of treating her. They just wanted to ask about the situation first, so they didn't bring much luggage.

"How much would it cost if the treatment is completely effective?"

"It won't cost much, just one or two thousand, don't worry about it." After saying that, Song Ping patted Song Manman on the shoulder and smiled heartily.

He didn't care about the cost of the operation at all, he just felt sorry for his daughter who had to undergo surgery at such a young age. It was a pity that a child had to suffer at such a young age.

When she heard that it only cost one or two thousand yuan, Song Manman nodded, went into the house and counted out three thousand yuan and stuffed it into Song Ping's pocket.

Seeing that Song Ping was about to refuse, Song Manman quickly said, "This is the money Song Jiaojiao left behind. It was originally said to be left for you, Uncle San and Aunt San. Brother Ping, just take it and spend it with confidence!"

In the previous life, Song Hongqi and Zhu Shuang collected Song Jiaojiao's corpse. In this life, Song Jiaojiao left them a lot of assets, which could be regarded as a repayment for their kindness in the previous life.

"No need, I'll pay for it. Jiaojiao...you'd better keep the money for now!" After he finished speaking, Song Ping gave all the money to Song Manman.

Song Manman looked at the money in her hand and smiled helplessly, saying, "Then I'll take the money first. If you need it later, come to me for it."

"it is good."

In the yard, Song Baogen looked at Song Zhen who was writing with a brush and couldn't help but shed tears.

His son has been without a mother since birth, and as a father, he has no ability to let his son play and go to school like other children...

When Song Manman and Song Ping came in after talking, they saw Song Baogen staring in the direction of Song Zhen with red eyes and tears in them.

"Baogen."

"Sister Manman, Brother Ping." Restraining his emotions, Song Baogen pulled the corners of his mouth and shouted.

Song Manman nodded slightly, then walked past Song Baogen and walked towards the group of nephews.

"Xiaoyi, we have almost finished practicing today, so take a break."

"it is good."

After responding to Song Manman, Song Yi twisted his wrist, put away the paper full of words, then picked up Shen Yan and went to the wellhead to wash his hands.

Most of the younger ones couldn't sit still, but Shen Yan was a quiet person and stayed with Song Yi and the others.

But after all, he was young and his wrists were not strong, so ink got all over his hands.

After putting the paper away, Song Zhen turned around and saw Song Baogen, and immediately ran towards him.

"Dad, you're back." Song Zhen raised his little face and asked, "Is aunt's illness healed?"

"Not yet." Song Baogen replied softly, touching Song Zhen's head.

Song Zhen's eyes flashed with disappointment, but he still raised his head and comforted Song Baogen: "It's okay, aunt will be fine."