Standing at the door was Jiang Erlang’s ex-wife, Leng.
Her face was pale and there was a faint bruise on her cheek. She looked at Jiang Erlang with tears in her eyes.
"Erlang, I, I'm here to see the child."
Jiang Erlang remained silent, but did not let her in.
Leng took a step forward and tried to pull his sleeve, but was avoided.
Jiang Erlang took a few steps back and saw that her belly was bulging, obviously she was pregnant.
"You're already married, so don't come to my house again." Jiang Erlang said coldly, "The children are all very good and have long been accustomed to life without a mother. You will embarrass them if you are here."
Leng married a 40-year-old widower in the town the same month after her divorce. Her mother, Mrs. Cao, accepted a betrothal gift of 20 taels of silver. Everyone in Dongchen Village knew about it.
A village is so small that if an old woman chatters her teeth, it can spread the news easily, and even the smallest problem in anyone's family cannot be covered up.
It is said that the widower set up a pickle stall in the town, specializing in selling various pickles, soy beans, salted vegetables, etc., and his business was pretty good.
His ex-wife left behind a son and a daughter, but his son died of illness two years ago, leaving only a teenage daughter.
Logically, Leng would be able to be the head of the family after she got married, and her life would not be bad. As long as she had a child, the widower would definitely not treat her badly.
I don’t know what she wants to do now that she’s back.
Leng covered her face and cried, "Erlang, are you really so heartless? I just miss my child, please let me take a look..."
At this time, Erni and Huzi heard the sound and ran out of the house, stood beside Jiang Erlang and looked at the woman in front of them.
Hu Zi hadn't seen his mother for more than a year, and he didn't recognize her anymore. He just stared at her curiously.
Erni recognized the woman in front of her. Even though the woman looked unfamiliar, she could still recognize at a glance that this was her mother.
Erni didn't dare to scream. She just looked at her mother with pity, feeling a little at a loss.
"Huzi! Erni! My child..."
Leng saw the two children trying to pounce on her, but was blocked by Jiang Erlang.
"Leng! It's clearly written in our divorce agreement that I will pay you fifteen taels of silver, and the child will have nothing to do with you from now on. You put your fingerprints on it right there and then."
Jiang Erlang said coldly: "Child, you have already seen it, don't dwell on it, and quickly go back to where you should be."
Even if she is unhappy now, she should go back to her parents' home instead of coming to me for warmth.
Leng's eyes were blurred with tears, and she cried, "Erlang, I regret it, I really regret it..."
At this time, the neighbors on both sides saw that there was some excitement and came over with their bowls of rice to watch.
Someone ridiculed: "Isn't this Leng? You're already married, why are you back now?"
"You are jealous of Jiang Erlang's wealth, so you want to get some money for your brother."
"Hey, Leng, you change your face like a book, aren't you afraid of losing both ends?"
Leng ignored the villagers' ridicule and continued crying: "Erlang, for the sake of our ten years of marriage, please let me come back..."
Jiang Erlang's face darkened and he interrupted her, "Mrs. Leng, I advise you to go back. I will get married soon too. Even if you regret it, it's too late."
These words were just to evade Leng. He and his children were living well now. Although it was hard, he was happy. He really didn't want to live the life he had lived before, where he had to make concessions in every way.
“No! Erlang, how can you marry someone else? I don’t agree!” Leng shouted at the top of her lungs, and rushed over to hug Jiang Erlang, “Erlang, you are mine… mine… wuwuwuwu…”
Jiang Erlang wanted to push her away, but Leng stuck to him like a dog-skin plaster, her arms tightly wrapped around his waist.
Erni and Huzi were stunned and didn't know how to help their father.
Even the neighbors couldn't stand it anymore and kindly advised, "Ms. Leng, you are already married, why are you still entangled like this? I advise you to go back quickly. It will be terrible if your husband's family finds out."
Leng just ignored her and hugged Jiang Erlang tightly and cried, "Erlang, please don't leave me, I really know I was wrong, wuwuwuwu..."
At this time, a young girl's voice rang out: "Oh, you are so shameless, I said you ran away to your mother's house, but I didn't expect you to entangle with a man here. Dad, did you see it? This woman is a cheap bone, if I don't beat her for a day, she will go to heaven."
Leng turned around suddenly and saw her twelve-year-old stepdaughter looking at her with her arms folded across her chest and smiling.
Next to her stepdaughter was her current husband Zuo Cheng, who walked over with a gloomy face.
Leng screamed and tried to hide behind Jiang Erlang.
Zuo Cheng rushed over and grabbed her hair, cursing viciously: "I provided you with food, drink, clothes, and pickles for your family, but you ran back to your parents' home in the blink of an eye. Now you are meeting a man secretly. I will beat you to death, you fickle bitch."
As he said this, he slapped her in the face. With a snap, half of Leng's face turned red and purple in an instant.
Leng stopped crying immediately, and just protected her hair and begged: "Stop hitting me, I won't dare to do it again... Zuo Lang, I won't dare to do it again... Let go, I'm pregnant..."
Jiang Erlang turned around and pulled the two children into the house, telling them not to go out, then he put on the backpack and prepared to go to the south slope.
At this moment, Leng had been dragged away by Zuo Cheng, followed by a group of villagers holding bowls.
Yingbao was about to go to school when she saw this scene. She watched quietly for a while and shook her head.
There is no medicine for regret in the world.
Over the past year, although Leng had been married and lived in the town, she had never come back to see her children, let alone make a pair of shoes for Hu Zi and Er Ni or give them clothes.
No one would believe you if you say now that you miss your child and can't bear to leave him.
Maybe he heard that his second uncle's family had built a big tiled house and made money by growing golden ears, so he started to act up again.
Judging from the material of the clothes she was wearing, the widower treated her pretty well.
The man was just a little older, uglier, and darker, but otherwise he was fine and a good match for Leng.
Yingbao is not bragging, her second uncle is very fair and handsome, and doesn't look like he is in his early thirties at all.
Now that he has recovered from his illness and is getting stronger day by day, he looks younger and healthier, even more handsome than his father. Several unmarried girls in the village secretly give Hu Zi delicious food.
Looking at Leng again, she seemed to be half a year older than Second Uncle at first glance, and looked very old. Compared with her previous plump and beautiful appearance, she was like a completely different person.
Alas, what can I say? I didn't know how to cherish it when I got it, and now I realize how good my second uncle is and want to regret it. Is there any medicine for regret in the world
When Yingbao arrived at the school, she saw Chen Zhao and Sister Wen sitting together, both with smiles on their faces.
"Sister Shushu, you are amazing. I have always had trouble reading this passage, but now I can read it right after you taught me."
While Chen Zhao was praising Wen Shu, he glanced at Ying Bao, his eyes full of pride and provocation.
Ying Bao walked forward, pushed Wen Shu aside like a wolfhound protecting its food, sat down opposite Chen Zhao, and said with a smile: "Sister, I will definitely be better than Sister Wen in teaching you, do you want to try?"
She and Sister Wen are students in Class A, and the courses they study are more advanced than those in Class B. It is not wrong for her to call herself Senior Sister Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao's pretty face gradually fell, and he pouted and looked at Wen Shu for help. "Sister Shushu, I..."
Wen Shu smiled and said, "I still have homework to do, so let Yingbao teach you. Although she is young, she is still your senior sister. In our sect, we only care about the level of knowledge, not age. She is more than capable of teaching you."
Chen Zhao…
Ying Bao raised an eyebrow at her and slapped the Thousand Character Classic, "I am your second senior sister. If I don't teach you ten paragraphs today, I will spank your hand!"