Rebirth in the 70s: Crazy criticizing spoiled husband for being clingy

"Captain Liang, this is my home." The older man said to the younger soldier.

Liang Wenci nodded, glanced at the mud house, and said nothing: "Captain Song, please ask about the cowshed in the village..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Weiguo understood instantly and pointed in the direction: "Over there, at the foot of the mountain."

"Thank you." After saying this, Liang Wenci walked towards the foot of the mountain.

Song Weiguo watched his figure go away, then entered the yard: "Mom, I'm back."

No one answered.

"Weiguo?" Old man Sun next door was at home. He heard the commotion and saw Song Weiguo standing in the yard with a straight military uniform: "Are you back?"

"Uncle Sun, where is my mother?" Song Weiguo walked around the yard and found no one at home.

"She is probably in the infirmary," Old Man Sun said with a smile.

Infirmary?

My mother seemed to have said so in her letter.

It was started by a very capable female educated youth.

He touched his chin and said, "Uncle Sun, you are busy. I'm going to see my mother."

He put his handbag in the house, closed the door and went to the infirmary.

When he walked in, he saw that not only his mother, but also his eldest sister-in-law, second sister-in-law, and fourth sister-in-law were here: "Mom, are you sick?"

Mrs. Song was hiding in the infirmary when she heard the voice of her old son whom she had longed for: "Lao Liu?"

I turned around and saw that it was Lao Liu, wasn't it?

"Why are you back?" After asking, I realized something was wrong: "Why didn't you tell me when you came back?"

Song Weiguo smiled good-naturedly: "Don't I want to give you a surprise?"

"You bastard!" Mrs. Song scolded with a smile, but joy flowed from the corner of her eyes to her eyebrows.

The return of her old son made her previous worries disappear.

Just when I was about to drag him home and make delicious food, I heard my old son ask: "Mom, are you sick?"

Mrs. Song paused, then stopped moving forward, "I'm fine, you're just sick!"

Isn’t it because she has no face to see others that she hides now?

"Then what are you doing?" Song Weiguo looked at his mother, then at the three sisters-in-law: "Playing in the infirmary? Where are the elder brother and the others? Why didn't you see them?"

This brother-in-law really doesn’t want to drink anything!

Liang Sujuan and her two sisters-in-law looked at each other, neither wanting to speak.

In the end, it was Mrs. Song who was well-informed and said: "Your third brother is getting married today, and the eldest brother and the others went to your sister's house." She also hid out.

There was no way, it was Song Laosan who did this, which made them lose face.

Early in the morning, the three brothers Song Weimin took their children to visit relatives.

Only Mrs. Song and other lesbians were left, hiding in the infirmary early in the morning.

Afraid of being caught by Song Laosan, he asked them to have a wedding banquet.

Before, everyone didn't know the truth about Song Laosan's marriage, but after today, it can no longer be concealed.

Thinking about Mrs. Song, she was suffocated. Fortunately, she took the initiative and broke off the relationship with the third child early, otherwise the entire Song family would be drowned in spittle.

In the whole world, it was the first time for a father and his daughter to get married on the same day, or to exchange marriages.

Seeing that my mother and several sisters-in-law looked ugly, Song Weiguo was even more puzzled: "Mother?"

There was no other way, so Mrs. Song could only hold her old son and mutter something, which successfully made Song Weiguo's face turn blue.

"Why did third brother become like this?" Song Weiguo was puzzled: "Xiya is his daughter."

The third brother in my memory was honest and honest, and could not beat him with three sticks.

He hadn't been home for only five years, and the third brother seemed to have changed.

and many more!

What came to his mind: "If I remember correctly, Xi Ya is fifteen years old this year? Is Third Brother a beast?"

"I'll stop him!"

As he was about to leave, Mrs. Song grabbed him and said, "Please calm down for me!"

I slapped him twice before silencing him: "If he wants to do it, who are you to stop him?"

"Do you want to? Xiya?" Song Weiguo seemed to have heard some fantasy.

Is Xiya willing to do such an outrageous thing?

Mrs. Song snorted: "What do you think?"

If Girl Xi didn't want to, there was nothing she could do to watch her jump into this pit of fire, but if Song Xi wanted to do it herself, there was nothing she could do.

As Tang Zhiqing said, you can never wake up a person who is pretending to sleep.

This time she can stop them forcefully, but next time, can she still stare at the father and daughter every day?

Song Weiguo felt as if he was struck by lightning and felt ridiculous.

On this side, he was receiving soul baptism, and on the other side, Liang Wenci, who came with him, was fighting.

"You beast! That's your grandfather!" Liang Wenci punched Wen Mubai in the face.

Wen Mubai ducked down and snatched it away, then kicked Liang Wenci in the stomach: "Ha~ Grandpa~ That's your grandpa~"

After kicking him, he quickly retreated, and sure enough, Liang Wenci had already pounced on him. He walked sideways behind him and kicked him again. This time, he kicked very hard, straight into the waist.

Well, I have a wife who is a doctor, and her memorization of human acupuncture points is pretty much the same, so she is even more comfortable in fighting.

After a while, Liang Wenci was completely pinned down by him, and could only passively bear his lap after lap.

"Liang Yuan, you are a bastard who takes money and does nothing. You promised to help me take care of my grandfather. Is this how you take care of me?" Liang Wenci refused to accept even if he was beaten.

Wen Mubai punched him in the mouth to shut him up. At this moment, his movements were fierce, but his expression was calm and calm: "Didn't I take care of you?"

If it weren't for him, the old man would have died countless times.

"Or do you think that just twenty yuan can allow me to serve him like I serve my ancestors?" The hand hurt from the beating, so Wen Mubai simply stopped and clicked his tongue in disgust.

"That's your grandpa too!" Liang Wen's words were vague, but Wen Mubai understood what he meant.

"My surname is Wen, do you understand?" Wen Mubai patted his face: "If you are so filial, take that old man away."

Why bother being coerced by him here?

When Liang Wenci opened his mouth to say something, he punched him again: "Shut up, I don't want to hear it."

It's just some ingredients. He's tired of hearing words like "I've tried hard but can't do anything".

And what does this have to do with him.

He Shiran stood up: "Shut your mouth and think about it, old man. If I know you are talking nonsense..." He smiled and said: "...Maybe you can try it."

In this countryside, it shouldn't be too easy to let a person die silently, let alone a devolved person?

Liang Wenci looked at him angrily.

Wen Mubai didn't take it seriously and turned around and left.

After walking for a while, his expression turned cold. Why did Su Wenci come back? Was it the letter written by the old man?

No!

He had to find a way to get Su Wenci away. If his wife found out, he would be finished.

Thinking of his wife's expression when she found out, he felt a palpitation in his heart.

Absolutely not!

With various methods running through his mind, he walked to the infirmary without realizing it. When he came to his senses, he was already standing in front of the infirmary door.

Tang Banxia in the infirmary also saw him and looked solemn: "What happened to your face? Who hit you?"

Hearing his wife ask this, he felt a sting on his cheekbone and touched it unconsciously. Was he hurt?

He smiled and said, "It's okay, I just touched him." Damn Liang Wenci, if you dare to hurt his face, give him what he's waiting for.

But Tang Banxia glanced at him suspiciously, so calm?

Doesn’t it look like Wen Mubai’s style?

This kid used to moan for a long time if he even scratched his skin.

Wen Mubai glanced at the people around him suggestively.

Tang Banxia, ​​I understand.

It turned out to be a shame.