Zhou Qin was serving steaming noodles, turned her head and saw her daughter's solemn face, and asked curiously:

"What's wrong with you? Who's calling? ”

She wasn't too relieved when she asked this, and she was still using chopsticks to pick up small pickles and put them in a small bowl.

Zhong Yu put the earpiece back in place and said in a difficult voice:

"It was Song Botao who called just now, and he said Uncle Song...... Passed away......"

With a click, the chopsticks in Zhou Qin's hand fell on the table, and she said a little dazedly:

"What do you say? Mom didn't hear me! ”

Zhong Yu said a little sadly: "Mom, Uncle Song has passed away, I don't know what happened, and I don't know how to follow Congchun to speak."

Zhou Qin sat down distractedly, and said in a dry voice:

"How could it be so sudden? We're a couple and we've been married for a long time, and we don't have a father since spring......"

Zhong Yu can understand his mother's mood at the moment, the two divorced without husband and wife feelings, but there is still family affection.

Zhou Qin unconsciously reached out and took off the apron on her body, she didn't know what she should do at the moment.

After relieving for a while, she looked at her daughter again as if she was asking for help, and said sadly: "I can't open this mouth with the following spring, you go and tell him, the person must have just left, and the other end is probably panicked, let's hurry up and help Zhang Luo."

Zhong Yu touched his mother's cold hand, and said with some distress:

"Don't worry, I'll talk to Congchun about this, you eat something to fill your stomach, you have to eat enough to have the strength to deal with it, you have to cheer up, and you have to support Congchun a little."

Zhou Qin nodded mechanically and sat on the dining chair obediently, Zhong Yu looked at her expression as if she was about to cry.

She swallowed the words to her lips again, turned around and walked towards Song Congchun's room.

The sudden sound of opening the door woke up Song Congchun, he shrunk into the quilt, and said in a thick nasal voice:

"I don't eat breakfast anymore, when do I get up, I make my own food, you guys go about your own business, leave me alone."

If it was a normal time, no one would have come to the room to call him.

Zhong Yu walked to his bed and sat down with heavy steps, and involuntarily recalled the bits and pieces of her father's death.

Although she has such and such opinions about Song Bingkun, she has never hoped for him to die, and the existence of a father is too important to the child.

Now she had to tell her brother the bad news herself, and she hesitated again and again but opened her mouth and said:

"Congchun, just now your eldest brother called, and he said that Uncle Song passed away......"

In the extremely quiet room, these words were particularly abrupt, Song Congchun lifted the quilt violently, and said with a serious face:

"Sister, this joke is not funny at all, you can't talk nonsense like this next time."

Zhong Yu pulled the corners of her mouth a little stiffly, her smile was more ugly than crying, and she reiterated again:

"Congchun, it's not a joke, it's true, I don't know exactly what's going on, but you have to get up quickly, we have to go to the Song family to see what's going on."

Song Congchun glanced at Zhong Yu fixedly, and then hurriedly began to get dressed.

His hands were trembling, he couldn't pull the zipper, he slapped himself in anger, and Zhong Yu was distressed.

She immediately stepped forward and said gently, "I'll help you."

Song Congchun let go of his hand dejectedly and let her do it, Zhong Yu said in a low voice:

"Later, my mother and I will accompany you to the Song family, don't be in a hurry to get angry, let's figure out what the situation is talking about."

Song Congchun's eyes were red, he stubbornly tilted his head, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Sister, I've grown up, don't worry."

He was still the kind and sensible young man, Zhong Yu rubbed his short hair, took his shoulders and accompanied him out.

As soon as Song Congchun came out, Zhou Qin immediately stood up, and she didn't eat a bite of the noodles in front of her.

"Let's go now, let's go see how your dad is first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

Song Congchun took the initiative to hold his mother's hand, the mother and son supported each other, Zhong Yu knew that they had no appetite to eat at the moment, so they were not reluctant.

She picked up her hat and scarf and said softly, "You two change your shoes first, and I'll call and ask for leave to accompany you."

Although Zhou Qin was sad, she hadn't reached the point where she didn't care about everything, she hesitated:

"Why don't you go to work, I'll follow the spring and go by myself."

How could Zhong Yu ignore them at this time, she soothed:

"It's okay, there aren't many things in the hospital at the end of the year, I'm not so busy."

She didn't tell nonsense, and Zhou Qin didn't persuade again.

I don't know what the situation is on the Song family's side, although she and Congchun will not fight for anything, but if someone deliberately uses them as a pawn, Zhong Yu will have someone to discuss with her.

The lady took a taxi directly and arrived at the destination, but before she entered the door of the Song family, she heard the crying sound from a distance, which was very recognizable, and she knew that it was the old lady of the Song family when she heard it.

Song Congchun listened to the crying, couldn't suppress the pain in his heart, and tears slipped down his face.

At this moment, many people gathered in the Song family, and they saw Song Bingkun lying upright on the door panel, his face covered with yellow paper, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

Song Congchun knelt down as soon as he entered the door, his whole body was weak, and his mouth opened several times, but he couldn't make a sound.

Zhou Qin's eyes were also moist, the past was like a cloud of smoke in the end, the deceased was great, no matter what happened before, there was no need to care about it now.

Zhong Yu subconsciously observed everyone in the house, except for the crying Mrs. Song, the other relatives were not too sad, Song Botao was crying a lot of snot and tears, Song Meiting was not there, Wang Hui held her son and shrunk to the side without making a sound, and some neighbors came to see the excitement.

Song Congchun never had the courage to look at his father, and after he vented his emotions, he recovered his senses a little, and then he came back to his senses and asked Song Botao:

"Dad is in good health, why did he pass away suddenly? He's not sick, how do you take care of him? ”

Song Botao avoided Song Congchun's questioning eyes, and he only promised:

"Dad went out to drink sullen wine last night, probably drank too much, drunk and fell on the side of the ditch, the temperature was low at night, so he froze to death......"

Song Congchun looked incredulous after hearing this, and he said angrily:

"You know why didn't he go out for a drink? Can you sleep soundly if you don't come back at night? Are you his son? Why are you so ruthless? ”

Song Botao was a little faceless when asked by his younger brother, and he said forcefully:

"Dad is such an old man, he has flexible hands and feet, he doesn't need me to take care of it every day, my son has just been full moon, and he can't be busy feeding and changing diapers at night, so he didn't come back."

This is really ironic, I think that even if Song Bingkun remarried, he always protected this son, thinking about him in everything, for fear that he would be wronged, and finally waited for him to get married and start a family, not only did he not enjoy his old age in peace, but he was disgusted by his son.

Song Congchun's face was numb when he heard this, he didn't have the strength to confront Song Botao anymore, as if he had grown up overnight.

He muttered to Song Bingkun's body:

"Dad, the son you have protected all your life is such a wolf-hearted thing, will you regret it if you have a spirit in the sky?"

His words made Song Botao's body shrink for a moment, how could he not be weak when he did something wrong.

Although Mrs. Song is partial to other sons, she is also heartbroken to lose this filial piety and willing to spend money on him.

She is too old to splash and roll anymore, so she can only point to Song Botao's nose and scold:

"You conscience thing, you don't even care about your father's life or death, you won't have good fruit to eat in the future......"

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Song Meiting crying and rushing into the house, she threw herself in front of Song Bingkun's body, and cried bitterly:

"Dad~ Why are you willing to leave me like this, you haven't seen me get married, why are you so ruthless?"

She was really sad to the extreme, crying as if she was about to faint, and the relatives of the Song family hurriedly stepped forward to comfort her.

She didn't listen to what anyone said, turned her head to look at Wang Hui viciously, and said with hatred in her eyes:

"Since you got married, my dad and I haven't had a good life, you can't tolerate a meal at home, I can't return home, my dad's salary was all deducted by you, he lived a miserable and depressed life, otherwise how could he run out and drink alcohol, you are the murderer of my dad!"

Wang Hui was already weak because of her father-in-law's death, but she would never admit her sister-in-law's accusations, so she said inwardly:

"Don't spew blood, I take care of the children at home every day, how do I know that he goes out to drink, he has so many fox friends and dog friends, how can I be a daughter-in-law and control him, don't wronged people."

Song Meiting had already sentenced her in her heart, and she didn't listen to her quibbles at all, she stood up and walked in front of Song Botao and slapped him directly.

"You're just a wolf-hearted thing, Dad is dead, you see who will care about you in the future, you deserve to be held by that stupid woman for the rest of your life."

Song Botao had suffered this grievance, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to beat someone, Song Meiting was not afraid of him, the two brothers and sisters scuffled in front of so many people, Wang Hui bluffed.

Zhong Yu looked at the farce in this room, and he didn't know how to describe it, Song Congchun knelt silently in front of his father and burned paper as if he hadn't seen it.

Zhou Qin, who had been quiet, picked up the teacup and smashed it on the ground, and said in a cold voice:

"Your dad is still lying straight there, you have a lot to do, but you shouldn't tear your face so recklessly."

She looked at Song Meiting again, and said expressionlessly: "Everyone else is dead, it's useless to say anything."

Song Meiting wiped her tears with her sleeve, she cried and said:

"Aunt Qin, it's all because I'm not sensible and can't tell the difference, if you're still at home, my dad won't come back overnight and no one will look for me, it's all my fault, I'm young and can't do things, and I have to trouble you to handle the funeral."

If it was someone else's business, Zhou Qin would definitely not be contaminated in the slightest.

Their past relationship is still there, in the end, it is her son's biological father, she doesn't come to preside over the overall situation, but she is afraid that Song Bingkun will not be able to leave decently.

She calmed down and said calmly:

"Song Botao, you personally go and ask the third master to help, first change your father's decent clothes, and then go to buy a pair of longevity materials, he has children and grandchildren, he can't lie on the door panel like this, and lie in the coffin decently."

Song Botao, who was originally like a headless fly, listened to her words and hurriedly took action, Mrs. Song didn't talk to Zhou Qin at this time, she sat honestly and cried.

After Zhou Qin arranged these things, he went door-to-door to find someone to help, after all, the condolences came and they had to arrange for someone to eat, and the banquet must be indispensable.

She was relieved after crying once, and sadness didn't help.

She arranged everything in an orderly manner, that is, people did not keep a vigil in the mourning hall, and they divorced in the end, so they tried not to show up as much as possible.

Zhong Yu also knelt down and burned paper for Song Bingkun before leaving.

In just two or three days, Zhou Qin lost weight visibly with the naked eye, Zhong Yu was very distressed, but he couldn't help much.

She has no position to say some things, so she can only find time to spend more time with them.

After the funeral, Zhong Yu personally took them home, Song Congchun's eyes were red from crying, and his voice was a little hoarse.

Just now they were discussing Song Bingkun's property, and someone with that good thing deliberately ran to Zhou Qin and asked how much money he could get from Chun.

Zhou Qin didn't pay attention to them, she was about to leave with a pair of children, she was already benevolent and righteous to help her, and the others didn't want to be contaminated.

As soon as they walked out of the Song family's alley, Song Meiting followed behind and shouted loudly: "Aunt Qin, you wait for me."

Zhong Yu looked at Song Meiting with some surprise, since Song Bingkun passed away, Song Meiting seemed to have matured all of a sudden.

She is not lazy, she has been doing what she can, but she still doesn't deal with Song Botao, she has been working against him, and she is still fighting with him for property just now.

After Zhou Qin waited for her to approach, she asked calmly:

"Anything else? I've done everything I need to do, and the condolences you sent are in the hands of the person who paid the gift account, and you can ask him to check the accounts. ”

Song Meiting's breathing was a little short, and she hurriedly explained:

"Aunt Qin, I didn't look for you for this, now that the elders are here, it's time to talk about the distribution of my father's estate.

Not only does he have a house, but my dad has a lot of savings, why give him Song Botao, Congchun is also his father's son, he is not yet an adult, and he will need more money to study in the future, let alone buy a house and get married, if Song Botao is filial, I won't say anything, he is a thing without conscience, and he can't let the inheritance be given to him like this! ”

Zhong Yu listened and didn't interject, she was not a member of the Song family after all.

Song Bingkun's inheritance, in principle, does have a share of Song Congchun, whether to want it or not, it should be decided by Song Congchun himself.

Zhou Qin is not without resentment in her heart, but she is complaining about Song Bingkun, even his daughter knows that he has a large amount of savings, but she doesn't know anything about it.

She took a deep breath, the icy cold wind made her head more and more sober, she didn't want her son to fall into the battle between the brother and sister, and said calmly:

"I've divorced your father, I didn't want anything when I left the house, he died, I don't need to let Congchun fight again."

She said this frankly, but it made Song Meiting feel uncomfortable, if she had dissuaded her at the beginning, her father would not have divorced Aunt Qin on impulse.

Without the divorce, their family would not have broken up, and Aunt Qin would not be the master of the house in Wang Hui, she would not be able to be a blessing, and her father would not have been aggrieved and went out to drink.

The main reason is that Song Meiting feels that her father's death is too wronged and worthless, and she can't accept it in her heart.

And Song Botao, who is the culprit, not only does not have to pay the price for this matter, but can inherit all his father's inheritance, how can there be such a good thing in this world.

Song Meiting bowed solemnly to Zhou Qin, and she said apologetically:

"Aunt Qin, I used to be ignorant, and my dad also mistook beasts for treasures, but now he is gone with regrets, you have worked hard since spring!"

Zhong Yu was a little surprised, Song Meiting was able to say such a thing, which shows that she is really mature.

Zhou Qin also has mixed feelings in her heart, after all, she is the child she watched grow up, and she has taken care of it for many years, but in the end she still has more words.

"You can't compete with your brother for the inheritance, you can accept it when you see it."

Song Meiting nodded tearfully in agreement, she looked at Congchun's eyes with regret and reluctance, but she still firmly turned around and left.

Everyone has their own persistence, and Song Meiting is no exception.

She may have shortcomings of one kind or another, but she still has feelings for her father.

Song Congchun didn't speak from beginning to end, and he couldn't let go of many things, not verbally passing lightly.

He did not participate in the fight between the brother and sister, and such an ending was the biggest punishment for Song Bingkun.