I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

"Your Uncle Xu also said that you came at the wrong time, but I think you came today just in time."

The old man sat down slowly with the support of Uncle Xu. He pointed to the rich variety of breakfast on the table and said to Chun Leshui: "Look, I'm afraid it's not because Aunt Xu knew that you were coming, and all the Cantonese teas you like are made. .”

There are more than a dozen kinds of steamed meat and buns and cakes, and there are a table of large and small baskets.

Aunt Xu brought out four bowls of porridge from the kitchen, and placed them on everyone's table one by one starting from the old man. She smiled and said, "It's a good thing the water is here, otherwise the three of us wouldn't be able to finish this table."

The fish porridge soup in front of you is tender and tender. The porridge noodles are decorated with these ginger and green onions. The bottom of the porridge is soft and sticky, and it melts in the mouth.

Take another bite of the radish cake fried until golden on both sides, it is fragrant and soft.

"Aunt Xu," Chun Leshui said sincerely, "The morning tea in a five-star hotel is not as delicious as yours."

Aunt Xu, like Uncle Xu, has worked in the Song family for decades, and she cooks good dishes, including Chinese and Western cooks, and in Chun Leshui's opinion, she is no worse than the so-called star-rated restaurant chefs outside.

Aunt Xu smiled brightly, "Call me next time you want to eat, I will make more and ask the driver to take you to Lishuiwan."

"Okay, thank you Aunt Xu!" Chun Leshui smiled, lowered her head to drink the porridge and slowly smoothed the curvature of her lips, "Maybe there won't be a next time..."

His voice was so low that Aunt Xu couldn't hear clearly: "What?"

"It's nothing, I said that I will be lucky."

Aunt Xu was so coaxed by him that she couldn't see her teeth, she asked him: "Don't leave at noon today, what do you want to eat, Aunt Xu will cook for you."

Chun Leshui flattered: "I love to eat whatever you do."

Aunt Xu pretended to blame: "You are the only one with a sweet mouth."

Uncle Xu put the medicine and water by the old man's hand, and sighed with a smile: "Le Shui is still lively at home."

Song Shiqing stopped eating, took the medicine with warm water, picked up the spoon again, and said to Uncle Xu, "Le Shui's personality is very similar to Yuanyuan's."

Hearing him mentioning the deceased young lady suddenly, Uncle Xu paused slightly, worried: "Old man..."

Song Shiqing raised his hand to interrupt him, signaling that he was fine.

Chun Leshui heard it, but didn't say anything.

Yuanyuan is the old man's beloved daughter Song Nanfeng, who is also the nickname of Song Hanzhang's mother. Song Nanfeng had passed away many years before Chun Leshui crossed. A taboo.

Based on Chun Leshui's observations in the past two years, the reason can be roughly pieced together. The old man and his wife left early, leaving only Song Nanfeng as a daughter. In the daughter who is very similar, I love her more. I want the stars to pick the stars and the moon to pick the moon.

Later, Song Nanfeng got married and had a child, and passed away before thirty, and Song Shiqing lost his beloved daughter overnight.In the few years after Song Nanfeng passed away, Song Shiqing had to rely on sleeping pills to fall asleep, and often fell into a dream and refused to wake up, and the pillow towel was wet when he opened his eyes before dawn.

Song Nanfeng's room has been reserved, and Song Shiqing never dared to go in. Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu would suddenly talk about Miss at first, but as long as Song Shiqing heard the name of his beloved daughter, he would always cry in a daze. To this day, Song Shiqing's eyes still ache when he occasionally thinks of Song Nanfeng.

He never got over the shock of the death of his beloved daughter.

Every year on her death day is the day when the Song family's pressure is the lowest.

The meal was ready and no one would eat it, Xu Shu and Aunt Xu just looked at each other and sighed, the old man stayed behind closed doors, even Song Hanzhang would become extremely irritable and sensitive on this day.

Chun Leshui accidentally saw a photo of Song Nanfeng. In the photo, the person with a smile on his face and the beauty of his youngest daughter is snuggling in the arms of the man, but the other part of the photo was cut out, leaving only a Only the hand on Song Nanfeng's shoulder.

That may be another person in the family who has never been mentioned-Song Hanzhang's father.

All of these are telling Chun Leshui that Song Nanfeng's death is one of the important backgrounds of Song Hanzhang's character design, and the cheap shou as cannon fodder is not qualified to understand the truth. This should be left to the real shou to rescue Song Hanzhang or promote it. The branch plot of the relationship between the two.

Chun Leshui is extremely self-conscious and has no curiosity. He never asks about things he shouldn't know.

He drank the porridge with his eyes down, as if he was immersed in his own world, and didn't hear the conversation between the old man and Uncle Xu at all.

The old man saw that his eyes were not focused on the table, and he lost his soul after drinking a bowl of porridge, so he couldn't help but put down his chopsticks.He said that Chun Leshui's personality is similar to Song Nanfeng's for a reason. His Yuanyuan is also as cheerful and sweet as Chun Leshui, but she puts all her thoughts on her face, thinking that she hides her emotions well, but in fact, she just glanced at her. can be seen through.

Song Shiqing seemed to see Song Nanfeng sitting beside him eating porridge spoonful by spoonful, but his eyes were full of disappointment.

"Le Shui."

The tip of the chopsticks lightly touched the chopstick rest and made a small sound. Song Shiqing called him back to his senses and asked, "If you have anything to say, tell grandpa. Did Hanzhang do something else?"

Chun Leshui put down the spoon, he looked at the old man, his eyes were red, and after a long while, he called grandpa very aggrieved.

"Good boy," Song Shiqing said lovingly, "Grandpa will make the decision for you, don't be afraid."

"Hanzhang..." Chun Leshui squeezed out the words with great difficulty, "He wants to divorce me."

Song Shiqing's eyes froze, and the atmosphere at the dinner table froze a little. Chun Leshui wept silently, which made Aunt Xu and Uncle Xu very distressed.

He waved his hand, and Uncle Xu helped Aunt Xu remove all the tableware from the table.Song Shiqing took out a piece of paper and handed it to Chun Leshui: "What's going on?"

Chun Leshui wiped away her tears, crumpled up the tissue and held it in her hand: "It's all my fault, it's because I don't know how to keep a distance from my friends, which made Hanzhang angry."

"Yesterday my friend drank too much in the bar. I sent him back to the hotel and finally met Hanzhang. He felt that my friend and I were too close and behaved badly, so he said in a fit of anger——"

Chun Leshui stopped suddenly, he seemed to have reacted suddenly from the shock of Song Hanzhang's divorce from him, and looked at the old man expectantly: "Grandpa, do you think Hanzhang is talking angry, he saw Am I angry with others... are you jealous?"

In the middle of Chun Leshui's talk, Song Shiqing took the medicine again, and he handed the water glass to Uncle Xu, asking him to make a cup of tea.

Uncle Xu hesitated to speak, but finally he reluctantly agreed under the eyes of the old man.

Song Shiqing knew his grandson well, and if he was really jealous as Chun Leshui said, it would be impossible for him to say such things as divorce.

Back then when he was asked to marry Chun Leshui, that brat complained with him for a long time.

And every time he came home, Song Shiqing could see his reluctance and impatience. If he really got to the point of divorce, Song Shiqing might not agree, but Chun Leshui suffered.

"Le Shui, grandpa asks you." Song Shiqing took the tea bowl from Uncle Xu, and the bowl lid gently brushed the tea noodles. He asked, "If Hanzhang really wants to divorce you, will you agree?"

Chun Leshui stared wide-eyed, stunned for a long time and only uttered the word "I".

He didn't blink, but tears had overflowed his eyes, and he murmured "I don't know" after a while.

do not know.

In fact, he has no choice at all. If the old man also agrees to their divorce, then this marriage cannot be left by him at all.

"What's the situation?" Chun Leshui couldn't help but said to the system, "This time the old man didn't stand by me. Is it because my acting skills have regressed?"

Systematic analysis: [He may feel that this marriage is a bondage for both you and Song Hanzhang. ]

In fact, Chun Leshui still wants to divorce Song Hanzhang: "Then what will happen if I really divorce Song Hanzhang?"

[Remember I explained to you when you made this choice,] the system dutifully elaborated, [The character’s departure from the plot track will lead to deviations in the subsequent plot, but the life node cannot be changed, even if you get a short-term divorce through divorce. Freedom, the ending of the cheap subject is also destined to be your ending, and because of deviations in the process, the most serious consequence is that you can't escape the identity of the cheap subject even after completing the plot. ]

In other words, Chun Leshui can take a gamble, but there is an 80.00% chance that he will disappear with Jianshou's death.

Chun Leshui is not the so-called Ouhuang, this gamble has little chance of winning for him.

"Although you don't say it, grandpa knows that the two years of marriage are not good for you—"

"Grandpa," Chun Leshui interrupted, he looked at Song Shiqing and said stubbornly, "I still don't want to divorce Hanzhang."

Song Shiqing sighed softly: "If you are obsessed and never return, you will be the one who gets hurt in the end."

If it had been two years earlier, it would have been absolutely impossible for Song Shiqing to say such things to Chun Leshui. He liked Chun Leshui, and he knew what he wanted for his grandson, so he let them marry regardless of Song Hanzhang's wishes. It is said that it is to be responsible for Chun Leshui, but it is actually for Song Hanzhang.

He could feel that his body was getting weaker and weaker in the past two years. Xu Qing and Xu Min took care of him for most of his life. It was impossible for him to take care of Song Hanzhang, a junior, when he died, so he chose Chun Leshui.

He also hoped that Song Hanzhang, that stinky boy, could take on part of the responsibilities by starting a family, so that he could be on his own as soon as possible.

But I don't know if it was because one foot had stepped into the coffin, Song Shiqing suddenly saw many things that he couldn't see clearly before.

He has achieved a lot in his life, but he is unable to do what he wants in educating children. This is true for Nanfeng, and it seems to be the same for Hanzhang.

The marriage he insisted on referring to Song Hanzhang, as if apart from his satisfaction, was to trap the two children together and make them torture each other.

Was he wrong from the start?

The more Song Shiqing thought about it, the more he felt headaches and dizziness, his eyes turned black, and the sound of Chun Leshui seemed to come from the water, very far away.

The old man's lips turned pale and his eyes were stiff, Chun Leshui felt something was wrong: "Grandpa?"

boom--

Following his words, the gaiwan slipped from Song Shiqing's hand and exploded at his feet, and the scalding hot tea splashed onto Chun Leshui's feet, but he had no time to take care of it: "Grandpa?!"

Several people in the room were in a mess, and Uncle Xu called Dr. Chen immediately.

Song Hanzhang arrived with Dr. Chen. He slammed the car door and strode into the villa. Dr. Chen entered the bedroom. Let the doctor check it out."

Song Hanzhang let go of his heart after talking all the way. He just asked what was going on. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Chun Leshui, who looked anxious, and suddenly realized something. His eyes sank, and he pulled Chun Leshui's collar He dragged the person into the next room.

He was so fast that Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu had no time to stop him, only to hear a bang, and the door slammed into the door frame.

Chun Leshui's neck was caught by Song Hanzhang's forearm, and the other hand was propped on the side of his head. This was a very aggressive and aggressive posture. Chun Leshui had nowhere to escape, but could only cling to him. The door behind.

The two were so close that their foreheads and noses were almost touching, including the monstrous anger in Song Hanzhang's eyes, which seemed to burn every pore of Chun Leshui.

"Chun, Le, Shui." He squeezed Chun Leshui's name from between his teeth, wishing he could break his neck on the spot, "What did you do to my grandfather?!"