Song Jiang didn't want to dwell on this issue, so he rubbed his chin on Du Jun's hair, and said as if unintentionally: "The places I inspected this time include Zhaojia Village, and I listened to the people in the village...... Your father, Zhao Shugui, is sick. ”

After a pause, seeing Du Jun's unstoppable move, he continued: "It seems that he is quite sick, do you have time to go back and see, no matter what, he is also your father, he is not kind but the children cannot be unfilial, otherwise it will be bad for your reputation if it is spread out." ”

Du Jun hooked the corners of his mouth, and a nameless fire burst out of his chest, numb, and the unlucky reputation, thinking about fame day by day, coaxing respect, and fucking not letting people live.

As for that cheap father, what does it matter to her whether she dies or not, it is best to die, die early and take care of her life early, waste food if you live in the province, and waste land if you die.

Thinking of this, Du Jun's face sank, he sat up from the collapse, touched the root of Song Jiang's thigh by the faint candlelight, and twisted it vigorously.

Song Jiang hissed, immediately bounced up from the bed, frowned, and couldn't help moaning, "Ah, Xiaojun, you light!" ”

"I tap? You're beautiful! Du Jun glanced at Song Jiang, and directly opened his mouth angrily, and every sentence was like a spinning flying knife, and went straight to Song Jiang.

"What the people in the village told you, did you believe? Why don't you use your mind to think about it, why didn't you come out early or late, and just wait for you to tell you when you go on patrol?

You must know that my mother has to bring some food to Xiaosi every three days, and what news can't be brought back, it's not that you are bullied for not knowing the inside story, so foolish, don't think that the countrymen are stupid, some people's hearts and eyes are like that sieve, there are many. ”

After a pause, Du Jun rolled his eyes angrily, and then complained: "I don't know if that family gave you ecstasy soup, or if you changed your temper and came back to talk to me about filial piety and reputation."

I don't understand, why is my reputation bad? Just because I didn't go to see him, my reputation is not good? Who should he be? The emperor or too platinum? As soon as Chrysostom opens, the whole world has to listen to him? What a joke!

Don't forget that his surname is Zhao, what is my surname? My surname is Du! Two families, two family names, what's in the way of him? Does it have anything to do with him? Why should you be filial to him?

Oh, just because he accidentally gave birth to me when he was in love with my mother? Phew!

Is that for his own comfort, for his own comfort, for me?

Oh, I'm sick now, I think of my daughter who has been sold for more than ten years, I'm sorry, it's late, why did you go early?

Don't say I'm ruthless, what calculations they have in their hearts, I know better than you in my heart, this is to see that my life is better now, I have a little money, I can't wait to find an excuse to post it, if I live in poverty, I can eat without a meal, I don't need to say it, these people can hide 100% of the way, I wish I hadn't given birth to me at all.

It's this kind of people who are ahead of the curve, and don't need to be behind, why should I go up to the pole and send it to slap someone's face, the left cheek is finished, and then the right cheek is pasted, I'm not so cheap! It's not enough to be sold once, and I'm ready to be sold a second time! ”

Let's go, Du Jun sprayed sarcastically and thornily for half a cup of tea, and the speed of speech was extremely fast, and he couldn't tolerate Song Jiang interjecting at all, but unfortunately the night was too dark to see the wonderful changes on Du Jun's face.

Song Jiang frowned and opened his mouth, he tried several times and was ruthlessly passed by Du Jun, and finally had to give up helplessly, but his face turned red and white, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Scratching his head, he recalled his previous remarks, as if he ...... I didn't say anything heavy, how could it lead the lady to eat firecrackers, and it exploded at one point!

By the end of the month, there were only countless stars twinkling in the dark night, and although it was approaching the end of the day, the heat of the day had not faded, and even the occasional breeze could not dispel the stuffiness of the house.

Du Jun was in the same mood at this time as in this sultry weather, even if she vented the emotions that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time, but those things that made her chest stuffy still existed, such as the unprincipled filial piety that is admired in this world, and the so-called good reputation that the world relies on for a living.

It's not that filial piety is wrong, but some things need to be understood from different angles, in Du Jun's view, filial piety in this era has been admired by the ruling class to the extent of distortion, with the most basic moral category of things, suppressing people's desires, controlling behavioral norms, threatening marriage and future, too much, such filial piety, has evolved into a knife in the hands of some people and a tool to wantonly hurt people.

The funny thing is that the people who are deeply involved in it are still constantly asking for the approval and blind obedience of others, just to win such a good reputation.

But who knows how many people have annihilated their humanity and given up their roots as human beings for the sake of this good reputation, and how many people have to compromise and repay their grievances with virtue.

After being silent for a long time, looking at Du Jun who was still holding his breath, Song Jiang stretched out his arms and wrapped Du Jun in his arms.

Du Jun twisted vigorously twice, Song Jiang's arms were as strong as iron, and Du Jun couldn't bear to use his strange strength, so he didn't move after a few awkward strokes.

In fact, in the few seconds in Song Jiang's arms, Du Jun regretted it a little, patronizing himself and vomiting as soon as possible, but ignoring the fact that Song Jiang was an ancient person nowadays.

Hey, why didn't you suppress it, Du Jun closed his eyes and rubbed on Song Jiang's chest in annoyance.

What about the moonlight treasure box, give me a dozen, one is definitely not enough!

Just when Du Jun was so ashamed that he couldn't wait to go back in time, a familiar mellow voice came from above his head, "Lady, I'm sorry, I didn't expect your relationship with that family to ......."

Du Jun hissed, interrupted Song Jiang's apology, his head was still pressed on Song Jiang's chest, and said sullenly: "Today's incident is not all your fault, Xiaojun also has mistakes, first, since I was sold, the home in my heart is not my home, and those family members who treat me badly naturally I don't want to admit it anymore, these words have never been told in detail with Xiang Gong, Xiang Gong is pure in nature, and he was born in a meritorious family like Song Mansion, filial piety and obedience are deep-rooted, and he will be misled by unscrupulous people."

Second, no matter what the reason, I shouldn't be noisy according to my temperament, this is a violation of the promise between you and me when we got married, I am sorry to you, and I will try to restrain myself next time.

Good words are warm in three winters, bad words are hurtful and cold in June, meaningless quarrels, even if they are unintentional, they will consume the love between husband and wife, please supervise me, okay? ”

There are no ups and downs, and there is no sensational sophistication, Du Jun's breath is plain and sincere, like flowing water, which takes away the faint unhappiness in Song Jiang's heart.

"I'm sorry", Song Jiang hugged his arms tighter, and whispered in Du Jun's ear.

"Xianggong, I don't reject filial piety and reputation, but I also have my insistence, and I do my filial piety for the sake of fame, which is for outsiders to see, not what I want.

In my understanding, the true filial piety of the father and the son, caring for each other, putting each other in their hearts, and giving reasonable advice, rather than coercive oppression, is the true filial piety.

And now the filial piety we follow has been mixed with too many functions that do not belong to it, it is moving forward with a load, and we as subordinates are also scarred. "Hundred Platings" The Ancient Life of the Last Woman Claw Book House The latest chapter is free to read for the first time.