Wen Chunsheng's family.

"Oh, it's Yunting, when did you come back? Have you eaten? Come and sit down and have a drink with your uncle. ”

"Old branch secretary, I just finished eating, you eat first, let's talk after eating."

I'm dripping mom! Will you be able to eat this meal? It felt like a severed head meal, Wen Chunsheng's face changed and changed.

Today, his eldest son was not at home when he went to sea, and his second son Wen Nengwen sat on the edge of the kang with his legs crossed, and handed Lu Yunting a cigarette.

"Thanks, I don't smoke."

Wen Nengwen is long feminine, not like his eldest brother's beard, big shoulders and round waist, his voice is thin, tall and thin, looking from a distance, it seems that a little girl has been laughed at as a second chair since he was a child.

In order to prove that he was a man, Wen Chunsheng forced him to run a boat with his eldest brother Wen Nengwu, and then the brothers always had a discord, so they separated from each other, and his own fishing boat was a little smaller, and he often went to sea alone, and he walked for ten days and half a month.

"Yun Ting, come back this time, can you stay longer?"

Seeing that he refused to smoke, Wen Nengwen smiled, lit the fire, and smoked himself.

Spit out a large puff of smoke rings, Wen Nengwen stared at the yellowed flower paper on the roof of the shed.

"Do you remember the bet we made? When will it be cashed out? ”

Wen Chunsheng was taken aback, his second son was elusive in the village, and if any child was disobedient, his parents would scare him, "If you cry again, if you cry again, let Nengwen catch you and throw it into the sea to feed the fish." ”

This is more convincing than letting the bear blind take him away, Wen Nengwen is simply a child's childhood nightmare.

"What bet did you two make?" Wen Chunsheng asked curiously.

According to his observation, the second child doesn't seem to have much to do with Lu Yunting.

"Dad, you eat your food, and don't worry about other people's affairs."

Dead boy, did you talk to his father like that?

"Brother Nengwen, there will be a day when it will be fulfilled."

"I'm waiting for you, you have to talk and count."

Lu Yunting nodded, looked at Wen Chunsheng, and the frightened old man finished the meal in a few bites.

"Yunting, say whatever you want."

Wen Chunsheng was still a little worried in his heart, it stands to reason that Lu Yunting was outside, his parents were sick, and as the village chief and secretary, he should take more care of them.

At that time, the ghost was confused, and he listened to Lu Youshan's words, and he really didn't take much care of Lu Laosan and his family, and in the later period, Song Wenjun had trouble with Lu Youshan's family, and he didn't stand up to say a fair word.

It feels really uncomfortable to be confronted by someone.

Seeing that he didn't speak, staring straight at himself, Wen Chunsheng was like sitting on pins and needles.

"Big nephew, you have something to say, don't stare at your uncle like this, staring at me makes my heart hairy."

"Old branch secretary, I send money home every month, fifty yuan, and in three years, I have 1,800 yuan......"

Oops! What should have come is still coming.

The first two times Lu Yunting returned to the village, Wen Chunsheng knew that he pretended to be sick and did not show up, so he was afraid that Lu Yunting would know something and come to settle accounts with him.

This time, the two of them came back from the field together, and he didn't know what Song Wenjun had said in front of Lu Yunting.

Afraid that what he had done would be revealed, Wen Chunsheng hurriedly shouted injustice.

"Yunting, it's all your second uncle's idea, I said it's not good, it's your filial piety to your parents' money, you can't move it, but your second uncle doesn't listen to me, and says that he will quarrel with me when he is in a hurry, and I have no choice but to do something foolish."

Gee!

Lu Yunting sneered, he came to Wen Chunsheng to ask the second uncle what he had done in the village in the past three years, but he didn't expect him to thunder and share fifty yuan with the second uncle.

Knowing people and knowing faces but not knowing their hearts, Song Wenjun must have had a very hard time in the past three years, and he really owes her too much.

(End of chapter)