"Hehe, only half?" Wang Juan asked with a sneer.

"That'...... How about two-thirds? Zhao Minglei was silent on the other end of the phone for a moment, and finally gave in again.

Wang Juan sighed again, shook her head and said, "Ming Lei, you know who I am, and I am not the kind of woman who is stalker and unreasonable." ”

"Yes, yes, I know...... I know....... ”

"You say half is half, I don't want you to do two-thirds, let's get together and disperse, although we can't get together, but the two sides still have an emotional foundation, and for the sake of the child, I will forgive you. By the way, I don't want others to know about this, and let me tell you, I will go to Xiangjiang next month to register my marriage, and we will just be ordinary friends in the future, and the children have nothing to do with you, understand? ”

"Married? And with whom? ”

"Who else could it be? That Boss Han in Xiangjiang, what's wrong? Are you happy that people are willing to marry me? Can you marry me? I'm not doing this for you and my children, but for whom? ”

"I understand, I understand, thank you Juanzi, thank you so much!" Zhao Minglei finally landed on the big stone in his heart and said with gratitude.

Wang Juan didn't say anything more to him directly, hung up the phone, took out the lady's cigarette from the bag on the side, lit it, and smoked it one by one.

After a cigarette was finished, Wang Juan reached out to extinguish the cigarette, then picked up the phone and dialed a number.

This time, the phone rang for a long time before someone picked it up, and it was not the person Wang Juan was looking for to answer the phone, and it took a while for the person she was looking for to answer.

"Juanzi, is there something wrong?" Zhang Liming's soft voice came.

"Brother Dawn, I'...... In fact....... Wang Juan said a little choked, and then continued somehow.

"Are you alright? Is it unwell or what's wrong? Have you ever been to the hospital? Zhang Liming asked with concern.

Raising his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Wang Juan smiled and said, "It's okay, I was choked by the smoke just now, and I smoked it." ”

"Brother Liming, I didn't bother you, did I? You're so busy and you're here to answer ...... phone. ”

"No, no, I was in a meeting just now, and I said that other people's calls can be ignored, how can I not answer your calls? Juanzi, brother is too busy these days, I don't have much time to spend with you, you have a body now, you have to take good care of yourself, you know? Eat whatever you want, usually pay attention to rest, not for yourself and for the child in your belly. By the way, you smoke less, it's best not to smoke, it's not good for a pregnant woman to smoke for the child, I'll go to see you when I'm busy for this time, okay? ”

"Well, I know Brother Liming, I will obediently listen to you, by the way, you don't have to come to see me, I will take care of myself. There is something I want to tell you, I have arranged it on Zhao Minglei's side, he will leave half of the income to the children, and I also settled it yesterday on the side of Boss Han in Xiangjiang, he went back to Xiangjiang today to prepare for the next batch of goods, and when this batch of goods is completed, I will go to Xiangjiang with him to register ...... marriage. ”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and after a while, Zhang Liming sighed leisurely.

"I've really wronged you, Juanzi......."

"I'm not wronged, how can I be wronged with Brother Liming's words. Brother Liming, go get busy, don't worry about this matter, I'll help you keep an eye on it, everything is arranged. ”

"Thank you Juanzi, my brother will remember your goodness, you must be good, don't think about it, you have to believe in ......."

"Well, I believe brother, I'll hang up first, brother dawn goodbye......."

"Goodbye Juanzi, if you have anything to ask your brother to help with, just call your brother, everything is ...... my brother."

"I know, thank you, brother......."

Wang Juan hung up the phone, her face was full of tears at this time, and her heart was even more uncomfortable. Attached to the couch and sobbing for a while, she pulled out her handkerchief to wipe away the tears, and soon smiled again.

After Song Yuanchao dealt with Huhai, he went to Gusu.

He did not go directly to the factory in Gusu, but drove to his parents' grave first.

Every year during the Qingming Festival and the winter solstice, Song Yuanchao will go to the cemetery to visit his parents, and Lin Yan will also go together, Yangyang is still young, and it is inconvenient for him to go to this kind of place at his age, but his and Lin Yan's names have been engraved on the tombstone, which is located under the name of Song Yuanchao.

Lin Yan took the children to Xiangjiang on the winter solstice last year, and this year, I am afraid that the Qingming Song Yuan Dynasty will not have time to come, because at that time he had to go to Xiangjiang to accompany his wife and children. Lin Yan's delivery date was approaching, and he really couldn't leave, so this time he came to visit his parents' graves in advance.

Just after the Spring Festival, the cemetery was deserted and very bleak, Song Yuanchao walked into the cemetery with flowers and sacrifices in his hands, and couldn't help but think of the time when he had just returned to Huhai from the northwest.

At that time, it was also this time period, and Song Yuanchao came to sweep the graves of his parents within two days of returning to Huhai, which was also an early spring time, and he was also alone.

In a blink of an eye, several years have passed, and Song Yuanchao in this era is different from his previous life, and his life trajectory has gone to another road, a life path that he once dreamed of and longed for.

Sometimes Song Yuanchao is also wondering, is it that his parents are blessing him in the spirit of heaven? If that's the case, then how happy my parents are to see that they have a successful career and a happy life!

Follow the path and follow the stairs up the hill and soon arrive in front of your parents' grave.

Song Yuanchao held a broom in his hand, put the sacrifice aside, and was about to clean up the tomb but was slightly stunned, he felt surprised when he looked at the place where the sacrifice was placed in front of the tomb There was a bunch of withered flowers.

"...... this?" Although the flowers had already withered, and a long time had passed, and the wind and rain had not been able to see clearly at all if they didn't look carefully, Song Yuanchao still approached and found out when he was about to clean up.

But look closely, you can still tell that this is a bouquet of chrysanthemums, for a while Song Yuanchao suddenly remembered a similar scene he saw when he swept the tomb of his parents on the Qingming Festival a few years ago, and the bouquet of flowers was definitely not put here by Song Yuanchao, because the position was completely different, and although Song Yuanchao would bring chrysanthemums every time he came, he would also bring lilies, because his mother's favorite was lilies, which were for his mother.

And this bouquet has withered only chrysanthemums, and the position is different from the place where Song Yuanchao came last time, so it is definitely not what Song Yuanchao put before.

"Who could it be?" Song Yuanchao looked at the withered chrysanthemum suspiciously, and was very puzzled.

Not many people know where their parents' graves are, except for Song Yuanchao and Lin Yan and his wife, I am afraid that it is Zhang Jianguo's family and Principal Zhou.

When Song Yuanchao went to the countryside, Zhang Jianguo helped Song Yuanchao to sweep the tomb several times, but after Song Yuanchao came back, Zhang Jianguo rarely came, on the one hand, there is no need for Zhang Jianguo, an outsider, to run all the way to the tomb with his children, and secondly, Zhang Jianguo will talk to Song Yuanchao even if he comes, or come directly with Song Yuanchao and his wife.

As for Principal Zhou, he has been here a few times, but after returning to Huhai after seeing the scene in front of the tomb last time, Song Yuanchao specially asked Principal Zhou, and Principal Zhou told Song Yuanchao that he didn't put it.

In addition to them, maybe a few of his relatives know the location of their parents' graves, but the problem is that the Song family has long lost contact with those relatives!

Everyone has died of old age and has never been in contact with each other, and besides, how can they deliberately sweep the graves of their parents with their character? If he had such an idea, his parents would not have died so early, and they would not have taken advantage of Song Yuanchao's absence from Huhai to start the idea of their house.

Frowning and thinking for a moment, Song Yuanchao didn't understand who gave this bouquet of flowers to his parents.

He put the matter aside for the time being and set about cleaning up the cemetery.

It took a while to clean the tomb, and carefully depicted the words on the tombstone with the lacquer boy he brought.

After finishing these, Song Yuanchao put sacrifices, burned paper money with incense and candles, and knelt down to kowtow to his parents .......

While waiting for the incense candles to burn, Song Yuanchao and the parents who were sleeping here were talking from their hearts, talking about the things of him, Lin Yan and their children these days. As deceased elders, if there really are spirits in the heavens, they must like to hear this.

"Father, mother, I am about to have a second child, and you have another grandson or granddaughter, and when the child is born, I will tell you the good news, and then leave his or her name. By the way, do you think this will be a boy or a girl? In the past few days, I've been thinking about naming my child, how about calling it Song Wenhao if it's a boy? If it's a girl, it's okay to call it Song Zijun? ”

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Song Yuanchao was talking to his parents, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and when his parents were alive, I am afraid they also looked forward to such a day, full of children and grandchildren, and a harmonious family. It's a pity that they left too early and couldn't see it, which can't but be said to be a pity.

After staying in the cemetery for more than two hours, Song Yuanchao packed up his things and left.

After going down the mountain, he went to the management office at the entrance, returned the borrowed broom first, and then stuffed a pack of cigarettes for the gatekeeper.

"Mr. Song, you are too polite, you have given it before, no need to ......." This uncle has been here for several years, and every time he comes to sweep the tomb, Song Yuanchao will be polite to him, either bringing a small gift or giving him a pack of cigarettes or something, the uncle is also very impressed by Song Yuanchao, and he gets along well.

"Take it, the temperature difference in the mountains is large, and you are lonely alone, smoke to drive away the cold." Song Yuanchao smiled and shoved the cigarette into his hand.

"You see, it's really embarrassing for me to be like this every time I come." The uncle reluctantly put away his cigarette and said with a smile.

"It's okay, it's not easy for you." Song Yuanchao waved his hand, and suddenly remembered to say to the uncle: "Uncle, I went to sweep the tomb today and saw that someone seemed to have come to the grave of my parents, I don't know if you have seen who came?" ”

"This ...... I don't know. The uncle shook his head and said: "Our cemetery is not small, I usually go to clean it up when there are few people, and most people will not tell me to go to the house when they come to sweep the tomb." But Mr. Song, don't worry, I'll help you pay attention to this matter, and I'll tell you next time someone comes to me to inquire? ”

"That's a good feeling, thank you, uncle, I'm sorry for your trouble."

"No trouble, no trouble, it should be ......." The uncle smiled and nodded again and again, and Song Yuanchao chatted with the uncle for a few more words before leaving.