People will meet many people in their lives, and there are always some people that God is destined to meet, and there are always some touching things that are lingering.

Bai Song walked out of the bank with a shoulder bag on his back and bought a bottle of Coke and a listen to Coke in the street shops. The cans were bought for him.

Honey!

Bai Song opened the can and sat on the bench by the roadside, looking at the sky.

Uncle Chen actually said that to Bai Song in his previous life, but Bai Song didn't care about it and sneered.

I touched the little strand of hair on my head without cutting it. Fortunately, I didn't swell because of everything that happened after rebirth, otherwise I would have regretted it for the rest of my life when I woke up.

An insect flew past his eyes, and Bai Song suddenly remembered Minodotifie, the insect that had been fighting for his family all his life. At the same time, he also remembered Mr. Panda, smiling in the scorching furnace...

They should be happy, right?

What is the purpose of a person's life struggle? I think there should be various answers. Maybe some people are for power, money, and sex, but more people are just to make their families live a better life.

He remembered that he asked himself at that time: Is this the life he wants?

Now Bai Song can finally give himself an answer. Yes, this should be the life he wants! Thinking of this, Bai Song was so excited that he drank a mouthful of ice coke, and a heart-wrenching cool spread in his body.

A white long van stopped in front of Bai Song. Although the car was washed clean, it should have been driving for many years from some old traces.

This is a car borrowed by Liu Jing. He originally had a car, but he had already sold it after being entangled by Bai Song.

"I said, why are you stunned?" Liu Jing pressed the window, leaned on the steering wheel with his hands and looked at Bai Song and Bai Song.

Bai Song opened the door and threw the bottle of Coke to Liu Jing, and then sat in the passenger seat.

"Don't you wear a seat belt?" Liu Jing glanced at Bai Song.

"Isn't this tied?" Bai Song pointed to his shoulder bag, and the strap was slanted to his body like a seat belt.

Bai Song doesn’t like wearing seat belts, but it’s enough to fool the traffic police with the strap of a shoulder bag. Besides, this is a small city. Bai Song has never seen a traffic policeman checking the seat belt.

"You are really good!" Liu Jing could only like Bai Song after he said that.

The scene outside the window changed from an old street to a field road. His wife's hometown is in the countryside, not particularly remote, at least it can be opened to traffic.

The old road is not as smooth as the expressway. Sometimes the road surface can only be traveled alone. If passing vehicles meet, one side must reverse to make way to a spare place on the side of the road.

Some places have no room for a long period of time to stop both sides. Fortunately, there are very few cars on this section, but traffic jams have become common during the Chinese New Year.

Looking at the dimming sky outside the window, Bai Song sighed: "The small advances in technology have not brought much change to this place."

Liu Jing was backing back and waiting for the car in front to pass first, took out a cigarette box from his pocket and handed it to Bai Song, took out a lighter and lit it and took a sip: "The poorer the poorer, the richer the richer. Technology will always serve the rich first, eliminated, and then the people at the bottom."

"I know," Bai Song took the cigarette and took a sip and vomited gently: "This situation may not change in the next few decades."

"Okay, just do your own thing."

At this time, the car in front had already passed. Liu Jing drove the car forward and soon took the destination.

Liu Jing found a place to park his car, which was very close to his wife's parents' home.

Bai Song helped Liu Jing carry some fruits and meat products, including some snacks, and braised pork trotters and ducks bought in the supermarket.

"Do you still have an impression of this place?" Liu Jing asked Bai Song with a big bag.

"Of course I have an impression. When you were a kid, you always liked to take me to this place to play when you were a child. I feel that you have fallen in love with Li Qing since you were a child." Bai Song said angrily: "I used to say, what's so fun about this place? I blame me for being too pure back then."

Zhang Qing is Liu Jing’s wife.

"At this time, just be a baby who is angry later, don't talk nonsense." Liu Jing also gave Bai Song a special reminder in front of the door.

Bai Song had no choice but to roll his eyes. He suddenly agreed to come with him, and he wanted to be the baby who was angry.

But this is just a joke.

A gentle knock on the door.

The one who opened the door was a sixty-year-old old woman with silver silk on her head. When she saw what Liu Jing wanted to say, she saw Bai Song next to her.

"Come in, Xiaoqing is in the room." Qian Yanwanyu turned into a sigh, and finally let Liu Jing enter the door.

In front of me is a long yard, which is 14 or 5 meters away from the main gate to the main hall. There are also some small buildings next to it such as toilets, pigpens, duck pens, etc.

The threshold of the hall was a bit high, and Bai Song almost tripped around when he observed the surroundings, but fortunately he maintained the balance, otherwise he would be fooled.

An old man sat in the hall and thought he should be Liu Jing's father-in-law. When he looked at him, he said, "What are you here to do?"

Before Liu Jing could speak, his mother-in-law interrupted: "Old man, please stop talking. The couple's affairs will always be resolved."

When the old man heard that his wife scolded him in reverse, he was so angry that he snorted directly, and walked into the yard of the hall with a cigarette gun.

"Qingqing is in her own room, you can tell her yourself. She has been crying all these days when she comes back. Alas... I don't have much interference in your affairs. I still hope you can persuade her." After saying hello, the old lady said, Bai Song: "I'll make tea for you."

Bai Song waved his hand quickly: "No, no, I'm here to help Liu Jing persuade him, so don't worry about me."

Liu Jing put the fruits and things on a wide table and took Bai Song into Zhang Qing's room.

The ground is covered with soil, with bumpy pits, and it is usually like this in rural courtyards, so you don’t want to make any concrete floors or the like.

Liu Jing opened the door and there was a very high "wall" stacked from boxes in Zhang Qing's room next to the door, making it impossible for both inside and outside to know who it was.

Zhang Qing didn't know that it was Liu Jing who came, so she said habitually: "Mom, don't come and persuade me. I'm fine, I just can't figure it out. Liu Jing is good at everything, diligent and capable, but she is too righteous and has made a bastard friend."

Liu Jing signaled Bai Song to stop and continued to listen to Zhang Qing: "He is a bad guy. In fact, if you want to be angry, the one who is the most angry is his bastard friend. If it is not him, our family will not be like this."

"Actually, I don't want to get a divorce."
Chapter completed!