Rebirth Seventy Splendid Years

Mr. Han is watering his precious vegetable field in the backyard. He has taken care of the third part of the backyard in an orderly manner. He has planted seasonal vegetables, Chinese cabbage, Chinese cabbage, garlic shallots, lettuce, etc., and the green vegetables are full of vitality. Bobo, a shed was built next to the vegetable field, and a dozen or so chickens were raised in it. These were raised by Aunt Song, and basically there was no need to buy eggs at home.

"Chief, I have your call from the research institute."

Aunt Song came over with a pot of bran mixed with vegetable leaves and leftovers, with a worried expression on her face. Every time the research institute called, Xiao Chuan would be scolded, alas.

When Mr. Han heard that it was a research institute, he immediately frowned. He didn't need to answer the phone to know what was going on. It must be that his youngest son didn't go to work properly and called to complain.

He just couldn't figure it out, the good team B would have to change jobs, and they wouldn't feel comfortable going to work after changing jobs, what the hell was that little bastard thinking?
Throwing the small shovel angrily, clapping his hands, the old man went to answer the phone with a dark face, and it was indeed the director of the research institute, who sighed before he could speak, "Chief, Jing Chuan asked for leave eight times this month , I only go to work for ten or so days, so I can't control other people if this continues."

The old man's heart was blocked, his face became darker, his fists were clenched tightly, the little bastard became lawless, and he asked for eight days off after less than a month of work. This is going against the sky!

"I see, you tell that kid, go home after get off work, I have something to ask him."

"Chief, we can convince people."

The director tried to persuade him that Han Jingchuan was really a talent. He admired this kid, but he was not interested in the research institute, and the research institute was not suitable for him. The child was restrained, and the conflict between father and son became deeper and deeper.

"I know."

Mr. Han's voice squeezed out from between his teeth, he used reasoning to convince people, that little bastard was too weak, he had to break the little bastard's feet, for such a shameful thing, Han Qingshan's face would make this little bastard ashamed Empty.

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Han closed his eyes tightly and thought of his second son again. His heart ached like a saw blade was cutting. As long as the second son was still alive, he wouldn't care about that little bastard any more. He could do whatever he liked.

But the second child is gone, the future of his Han family can only be bet on the youngest son, he has no choice.

With a long sigh, the old man bent his waist, as if he had aged ten years all of a sudden, his eyes were full of the voice and smile of his second son, such an excellent second child, God is blind!
Lin Manru came out of the room, seeing the old man like this, his cold expression showed pain, he immediately turned and went back to the room, sat on the wicker chair, stared blankly at the photos hanging on the wall, tears streaming down his face.

"Jing Yan... Mom misses you... Are you cold down there alone? Mom misses you so much..."

Lin Manru murmured to herself foolishly, her heart would no longer hurt, her heart had died long ago, and she died along with Jing Yan.

Aunt Song came back after feeding the chickens. Seeing the suddenly dull atmosphere and the couple's appearance, Aunt Song couldn't help but sighed, feeling uncomfortable.

When she came to help the Han family, it was the year when Han Jingyan had an accident, and it was also the most difficult year for the Han family. Chief Han and his wife were immersed in pain and could not take care of their youngest son. She still remembers that the eight-year-old Xiao Chuan huddled in a corner, no one to talk to him, no one to comfort him, no one to take care of him when he was hungry or sick, just like a discarded kitten or puppy.

That year was also when she encountered the biggest hurdle in her life. Her only daughter was sick and died. The man was messing around outside and slandering her for messing around in the city. She divorced the man, and the Han family belonged to her. The second person who helped me did it as soon as I did it.

Aunt Song treated Han Jingchuan just like a mother treats a child. The pain of losing her daughter was also healed by Han Jingchuan. Seeing such a helpless and pitiful Xiao Chuan, Aunt Song couldn't care less about being sad and just wanted to take good care of the child.

But after all, she is just a nanny, she can't control many things, even if she sees Xiao Chuan being wronged, she can't stand up for Xiao Chuan, Han Jingyan's death is very pitiful, but the living Xiao Chuan is even more pitiful.

However, Chief Han and his wife don't understand this truth, alas!
"Why is it so quiet? Sister Song, pour me a cup of hot tea, I'm dying of thirst from riding a bike."

Lin Manwei parked the car and went into the house. Seeing her brother-in-law and sister in the living room and the other in the house, they both looked sad, so they frowned. To be honest, she didn't look down on her sister and brother-in-law. It's been 15 years , no matter how big the pain is, you have to get over it, and people always have to move forward.

And there is Jing Chuan, if the dead Jing Yan knew about it, he would definitely not want his parents to ignore his younger brother, after all, when Jing Yan was alive, Jing Chuan was the one who loved him the most.

But she has said these truths countless times. Her brother-in-law is better and can listen to some persuasion. My sister is more stubborn than a stone. She has enclosed the land in a prison and imprisoned herself in the world in her heart. She has not come out for 15 years. .

Seeing his sister-in-law, Mr. Han got up to greet her. Lin Manwei put down the bag in her hand and said with a smile, "I'm here to have a meal. There's no one at home. Jing Chuan went to work?"

The old man's face turned dark immediately, and he said angrily, "How can he be in good shape at work? He fished for three days and posted on the net for two days. Just now, the research institute called me and asked for eight days off. He only has ten days to work."

"puff"

Lin Manwei couldn't help laughing, it wasn't surprising, it was only surprising that her nephew was able to go to work in a down-to-earth manner.

"You're still laughing. This little bastard is trying to piss me off on purpose. Don't stop him when he comes back. I'll break his feet this time!" the old man said angrily.

Lin Manwei shrugged her shoulders, and said indifferently: "I won't stop you, brother-in-law, you can just beat him, anyway, it's your own son, if you beat him to death, just don't feel sorry for him!"

As she said that, she got up and went into the room to chat with her sister.

She would come here every now and then, mainly to enlighten her sister. Although she is not a psychiatrist, she also knows that her sister's current behavior is abnormal. Unfortunately, there is no good psychiatrist now. She has been guiding her for 15 years. , it has no effect at all.

I can only hope that her sister can come out by herself.

As soon as Lin Manwei entered the room, she saw her older sister staring at the photo of Jing Yan on the wall, and she couldn't help shaking her head. The room was decorated like a mourning hall, and she didn't go out or socialize. The older sister who used to be lively and outgoing is now a walking dead up.

"sister!"

She yelled, Lin Manru didn't move, didn't turn her head, she was still staring at the photo.

Lin Manwei couldn't help but stepped forward, stood in front of the photo, and said with hatred: "You can come back to life just looking at Jing Yan every day? Sister, please be realistic, Jing Yan is dead, and Jing Chuan is still alive. He is also your son, can you care more about Jing Chuan?"