Reborn in the 1980s: The Rough Man Brother Loves Me So Much

Ling Ju thought Zhao Yanxiang was really strange.

When they first met, she barely said a few words during the entire meal. She kept serving Wang Xueqing and sat beside him in a gentle and generous manner, like a virtuous and virtuous wife.

The second time they met, they were a little more aggressive and it didn't seem like they were very friendly.

Moreover, Yan Jing Qun said that Wang Xueqing used tricks to marry Zhao Yanxiang.

After two contacts with her, she felt that Zhao Yanxiang was not the kind of person who would accept everything and marry a chicken, a chicken, a dog, and a dog. Maybe there was something behind this.

Song Qi saw Ling Ju's worried look and quickly changed the subject, "Brother Yan, how are you planning for the Chinese New Year?"

Yan Jingqun laughed helplessly, "Everything will be simple this year. No one wants to celebrate the holidays like Lao Wu. But no matter what, Lao Wu can still save his life. As long as he is alive, he has a chance."

Song Qi also nodded, "Brother Yan, if you need help, just speak, whether it's me or my brother."

"Thank you Song Qi. By the way, do you have any plans tonight? Come and stay for dinner! My mother has been talking about it every day lately, saying why Orange didn't come, and no one is there to talk to her."

Ling Ju had no objection. She had a special feeling for Zhao Qi and she was quite willing to chat with her.

"OK, no problem."

Because Song Qi Lingju stayed behind to finish the meal, Zhao Qi was very happy and cooked the meal himself.

After asking Ling Ju about his taste, he made four dishes and one soup.

During the dinner, he also frequently took care of Ling Ju, and his smile increased significantly.

Song Qi lamented that his wife really had a kind of magical power. She never deliberately tried to please anyone, but many elders liked her very much.

When Ling Ju came, she brought some supplements to Zhao Qi. One of them was a box of red ginseng that Sun Yun gave to her when she was in confinement.

Red ginseng replenishes qi and blood and is good for women. She and Tian Mei and Chenchun both ate some and found the effect very good. There was only one box left at home, so she gave it to Zhao Qi.

"Orange, I have a bad memory. If you don't mind it, can you write me a little note? I will eat it well."

"No problem!" Ling Ju agreed readily.

As soon as he put away the pen, Zhao Qi was stunned when he looked at her note.

"Old Yan, look at it quickly. The word for orange is almost exactly the same as our fourth child."

After Zhao Qi finished speaking, several people sitting on the sofa came over to take a look.

Yan Gaojian put on his reading glasses and looked at it once, then took off his reading glasses and looked at it again. He was very surprised and said, "Boss, take a look at it quickly."

Yan Jingqun took it again, "It's so similar! Orange and our family are really destined! If Orange weren't standing here, I would have thought that this was really written by my sister!"

Ling Ju was also surprised, "Is it really that similar?"

"Like, boss, go to the study to find your sister's letter and show it to Orange."

Yan Jingqun quickly went upstairs, while Ling Ju stood aside, a little at a loss, but also a little curious and nervous.

Song Qi looked at Ling Ju, and from time to time at Yan Gaojian and his wife, with a strange thought in his mind.

Yan Jinqun quickly went downstairs and picked up a few letters, which were sent to his family when Yan Jinqi was still alive.

The envelope has long been yellowed and wrinkled, showing its age.

Zhao Qi opened the envelope slowly, took it out and handed it to Ling Ju. When Ling Ju saw the handwriting, his heart beat like a drum.

The traditional Chinese fonts flying on it were as smooth as her handwriting, not deliberate, and even slightly tilted to the left, emphasizing the emphasis of the strokes. This cannot be said to be similar, only exactly the same.

Ling Ju looked at the letter. Every line in the letter was full of thoughts about her parents and brothers, and a hint of sadness and desolation suddenly rose in her heart.

A picture appeared in her mind. In a straw-and-earth house, Yan Qingqi, in tattered clothes and a haggard face, sat at a dilapidated table, squatting down and writing this letter.

Unknowingly, tears filled my eyes.

Everyone present noticed her abnormality. Song Qi walked behind her and patted her gently, "Orange?"

Ling Ju raised her head and realized that everyone was looking at her. She took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry to laugh. I've been feeling a bit sensitive lately. When I saw such beautiful words and words full of missing my family, I felt the same."

Zhao Qi also had red eyes, "This is the last letter sent back by my fourth son."

The originally warm atmosphere was unknowingly exaggerated with endless sadness.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not good, the Yanjin group immediately changed the topic and talked about the weather during the New Year and the policies for the coming year. This turned the atmosphere around.

Ling Ju and Song Qi chatted with the Yan family for another time, looked at Yan Jin Pond, and then left the Yan family.

Zhao Qi stood by the window. After seeing the two people leaving, he turned back to look at Yan Gaojian and said, "Old Yan, they obviously look different at all, but when Orange is around me, I always feel like I see the fourth child in our family." Even the smell on them is the same. Every time I smell that smell, I feel a lot better."

Yan Gaojian hugged Zhao Qi's arm and said, "You just miss our fourth child so much. Find some time to go see her."

Yan Jinqun looked at his parents by the window, turned around and entered Yan Jintang's bedroom without saying anything.

Because people are prone to muscle atrophy if they lie down for a long time, Li Shiming asked him to massage Yan Jintang from time to time, turn over, change the sheets and bedding frequently, and wash himself frequently.

He did all these tasks without letting anyone else interfere.

He said silently.

"Lao Wu, wake up quickly. Mom is on the verge of collapse. If it weren't for Orange, she probably wouldn't be able to hold on."

"Lao Wu, I went to visit the graves of your second brother, third brother and fourth sister. I also told them that I wish you to get well soon!"

"Lao Wu, the Song family has done a lot for us. You need to get better and repay this kindness, you know? Especially Ling Ju, Uncle Li, yes, that Li Shiming who has been crazy for many years. If Without the two of them, you might not even be able to take this last breath."

"Lao Wu, my eldest brother is getting old too. If you don't get better, what will you do with this huge family fortune? My eldest brother has been paving the way for you for so many years, and you can't let it go to waste."

"Lao Wu, your driver is a rip-off. This poison was given to you through his hands. Fortunately, you bought him a house so that he could settle down with his family. I checked many layers of connections and found out that he is Wang Xueqing’s cousin is about to show up. Wang Xueqing is also in my hands now. I don’t think it’s easy either, but I haven’t found anything unusual.”

"Lao Wu, Lao Wu..."

Yan Jinqun was massaging Yan Jintang while talking to himself. When he told Yan Jintang that Ling Ju's and Yan Jinqi's handwriting were exactly the same, he felt Yan Jintang's legs move slightly, but when he let go When he looked at his legs again, there was no response after a long time.

He guessed that he was dazzled and old.