When Tang Yuxin came back from school, she found that the anger at home didn't seem to be too right, her father's face was longer than that of a horse's face, and the second uncle was like a cat seeing a mouse, and he shrunk his neck vigorously.

"Dad......" Tang Yuxin shouted Tang Zhinian, okay, why is it like this, did the two quarrel?

But they were all model brothers in the village.

Just like Wu Song and Wu Dalang.

Such a good brother, a dear brother, can't it really quarrel?

"Xinxin is back," Tang Zhinian saw his daughter, finally, there was a little more smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of his daughter's head, "The rice is in the pot, you go and serve it yourself, Dad and your second uncle have something to say." ”

Okay, Tang Yuxin put his schoolbag on the table on the side, and then ran into the kitchen, when he came out, he already had a bowl in his hand, and inside the bowl was a bowl of noodles, which was made at noon, and it was hot again at night, it was really better than anything else, and the most important thing was to have a full stomach.

Tang Yuxin sat on the small stool at home, she was eating, but her ears were watching six ways and listening to all directions.

Suddenly, with a snap, Tang Yu was startled, and then swallowed the noodles that she had eaten into her mouth vigorously, and then took the bowl and drank several mouthfuls of soup, if it weren't for these mouthfuls of soup, she might have choked to death.

Really, it doesn't need to be like this, right?

There's no one here, it's okay to shout, and you don't have to learn to slap the table and smash the bowl, you can hear it.

"What do you mean, you say!"

Tang Zhijun yelled at his younger brother, and the roaring Tang Zhijun was also spittle, poor Tang Zhijun was scolded like a little daughter-in-law, who dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, even the spit stars splashed out by his eldest brother didn't dare to wipe it.

"Brother, what do you want to hear?"

Tang Zhijun sighed, as if he was about to break the jar.

"What's the matter with you and that widow?"

Tang Zhijun's face was really longer than a horse's face at this time, and as soon as he heard this, he almost didn't lift the roof of his house.

"Nothing?" Tang Zhijun lowered his head and stretched out his hand to wipe his face, "Also, brother, she's not a widow, she's just divorced." ”

"What's the difference with a widow?"

Tang Zhinian yelled at his younger brother again.

"Brother, I'm going to marry her. ”

Tang Zhijun wiped his face again, and this time his tone couldn't be firmer.

"Marry her?" Tang Zhinian thought he had heard it wrong, "Tang Zhijun, your brain is not bad, you want to marry her, you are still a young man, but she is a widow with a child, you said you wanted to marry her, and you actually wanted to marry her?"

"Yes," Tang Zhijun nodded, "Brother, now that things are spread like this, if I don't marry her, who else will marry her?" And he was also very annoyed, he didn't think about it, he just helped her a few times, and it was rumored like this by the people in the village.

People say that rumors are fiercer than tigers, and it doesn't matter if he, a big man, just say it, it's painless and itchy, but how can a woman live with a child?

Isn't this about the death of their mother and daughter?

Yes, he decided, he was going to marry her, and he had always been a little hesitant, the first time he was so sure, he was going to marry her, he was going to marry her, he was going to be good to her, he was going to be good to her and her daughter.