Baishui Village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with pleasant scenery, and the villagers have a peaceful life in spring and autumn.

The Dragon Boat Festival is approaching, the wheat harvest is approaching, and every household is busy and festive.

Looking at the five acres of wheat fields in his house, thinking that he could save some dowry for his daughter after harvesting the wheat, Mr. Song was also very happy. He walked back and forth between the fields for two smiles and turned around and returned home in the sunset. The wheat fields were about two miles away from the village entrance. When he reached the entrance of the village, Mr. Song suddenly became anxious and hurried to the woods next to Dongtang, unbuttoned his belt to fertilize an old poplar tree.

After scattering, it was so comfortable that Old Dad Song shook his hands twice, stuffed the thing back into his crotch, lowered his head and tied his belt.

As I tied it, I saw a glimpse of red from the corner of my eyes.

Dad Song looked over curiously, and saw a big locust tree in the distance hugging each other, revealing a skirt behind the man's green clothes, pressing against the man's green clothes. The two of them were moving around, obviously hugging each other. Dad Song grinned and didn't think much about who had never been young? Didn't he and his wife have had a two-time fight in the woods?

Dad Song raised his foot and was about to leave, but suddenly he heard a man screaming: "Don't bite, don't bite, I can't explain it clearly when I see you."

Mr. Song’s legs could no longer move. Why did this sound sound so much like a prospective son-in-law?

Regarding his daughter, Dad Song tiptoed over and waited only a few steps away from the locust tree. He coughed, "Who is there?"

Dong Minghua was startled and his whole body was stiff and didn't know what to do. The woman in his arms turned her eyes and quickly whispered a few words in his ear, then pushed him out, holding his breath and hiding behind the tree, covering his face with his sleeves.

So the prospective father-in-law and the prospective son-in-law met.

Dad Song was so angry that he shivered, "Who, who is that vixen?" He said that, and was about to come forward to catch people.

Seeing this, Dong Minghua didn't care about the shocking moment when he saw the person coming. He rushed forward and stopped the person and pushed him back hard: "Don't be angry, Minghua was ignorant and secretly made an appointment with Jinzhi. If you want to scold me, just scold me. Minghua admits you to beat him. Jinzhi, go back first, I will persuade my father-in-law!"

The woman in the red dress hesitated for a moment, bit her lips, covered her face with her hands and ran out of the forest.

The two of them had just agreed on Dong Minghua's fiancée, but they never expected that it was Jinzhi's father who broke the love!

Others may not recognize him. How could Dad Song not recognize his daughter? Seeing the vixen running farther and farther away, Dong Minghua said that he would stop him. Dad Song raised his hand and slapped him, "You beast, you said you were only good to Jinzhi in your life. Now you are messing with the vixen behind her back. Do you deserve her? Get out of here!"

Dong Minghua was stunned by the beaten point, and realized that Dad Song had already run out more than a dozen steps. Women are rarely going out, so they can run over a farmer. If they are caught on the spot, their reputation will be completely over. Dong Minghua was very anxious and hurriedly chased forward, and was about to pull Dad Song's arm. Dad Song tripped under his feet and fell forward. By chance, his head was knocked against a protruding stone, and the dazzling blood flowed down instantly.

"Brother-in-law!"

Dong Minghua knelt down with a pounce, turned the person over, saw the hideous wound, and immediately picked him up and rushed to the village, "Horry, Minghua will take you to Li's house now! You must hold on, Jinzhi, Jinzhi is still waiting..."

Dad Song glared at him angrily: "You, you are not worthy of being yelled, call me my daughter..."

Fear and guilty, Dong Minghua's tears rolled down, "Yes, Minghua is not worthy. You should recover your wounds first. If you turn around, you will kill Minghua, and Minghua will have no complaints!"

Dad Song wanted to scold him again, but heard a woman in front of him crying: "Cousin, do you want to carry him back like this to bring a bad reputation to anger your future father-in-law to death, and do you want me to be ruined?"

He turned his head with great difficulty and saw Dong Minghua's cousin standing under the shadow of the tree, looking at Dong Minghua with great resentment, tears falling like rain.

Jiang Yuzhu, a cousin who had just lived in the Dong family in February, was a bitch woman who was not as good as Jinzhi except for her identity. Dong Minghua actually forgot his childhood sweetheart with Jinzhi in just three months for her sake, and forgot his wife who had not passed away?

A breath of turbid air was stuffy in his chest, and Dad Song twitched all over, trying to scold the man and woman, but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Dong Minghua lost strength in his hands because of the blood sprayed on his clothes.

Dad Song fell on his back to the ground, like a fish that was about to die. After barely rushing, he could no longer move...

Die with your eyes open.

Dong Minghua fell to the ground and wanted to pick up the old man. Jiang Yuzhu hurriedly knelt beside him, crying and whispering. Dong Minghua pushed her angrily at first, but later he didn't know what Jiang Yuzhu said to him again, and he was stunned. The more Jiang Yuzhu talked, the more aggrieved. Finally, Dong Minghua kowtowed to the old man's body three times, stood up stiffly, carried the person to the deadly stone, and lay down.

He knelt down, covered his face and cried bitterly. He felt guilty, regretful, confused, and mixed feelings.

Jiang Yuzhu cried for a while, then slowly helped him stand up, held his hand and led him back.

Dong Minghua turned around and looked at the old man lying in the grass, looked, looked, until the trees were hidden, and could never be seen again...

Song Family.

Jinzhi prepared supper and took off her apron. Seeing that her father had not come back yet, she decided to go out and look.

The Song family is located on the last street in the northeast corner of the village. There are four families in a row. Her family is the second one from the right. The neighbor is already sitting in the yard for dinner. She smiled and waved to the people inside, walked to the roadside, and looked at the path into the village.

Unfortunately, the woods on the south bank of Dongtang are too lush and block the view.

Did my father visit my second uncle's house?

Jinzhi thought about it and walked towards the thatched hut at the foot of the mountain to the north.

That is my second uncle's home.

Jinzhi likes her second uncle very much. She still remembers that when she was a child, she often played with her. He was very strong and could lift her up with his hands. The second uncle would also put on a condom and put it on the wild game for money. He bought her a good-looking ruler-headed cloth for her to make a skirt. Unfortunately, my grandmother didn't like her, because she was picked up by her grandfather from the roadside when she was picking up manure in winter, and it was not her own son. Later, my grandmother said that the second uncle was defeating his wife's life and defeated three wives who had not passed the door in succession. The second uncle knew that his grandmother didn't like him. When his grandfather was alive, he couldn't bear to break up the family and hurt his grandfather's heart. When his grandfather went, he moved to the thatched hut there and lived there alone. After his grandmother left, his father advised his second uncle to move over and live with him. He said he didn't come back, saying that he was used to living alone and was free.

As I thought about it, I walked to the thatched hut without knowing it.

The door is locked and the second uncle is not at home.

Jinzhi walked back in disappointment. Where did Dad and Second Uncle go so late?

When he was about to reach the intersection, he suddenly heard a barking from the forest, and then someone shouted loudly. Jinzhi didn't care and was about to turn home, but a loud voice suddenly shouted: "No, Old Man Song fell to death!"

Old Man Song?

Which old man Song?

Jinzhi thought blankly, tears had already flowed down her face. She bit her lips and staggered to the south.

No, Dad just went to the field to see the wheat. He said he would be back in a while. Those people must have recognized the wrong person...

"Jinzhi, Jinzhi, wake up, this poor child..."

When Tang Huan regained consciousness, before he could open his eyes and see, he almost fainted by the messy sounds around him.

She rubbed her forehead with a headache and slowly opened her eyes.

Above her head is an old woman with yellow faces, and upwards is a circle of simple-dressed men and women, upwards are lush branches and green leaves, and upwards is a blue-gray sky.

"Wake up, this girl finally wakes up!" someone shouted loudly.

"Jinzhi, don't be afraid. You have your second uncle and my aunt, so we are not afraid!" The old woman holding her wiped her tears while patting her gently.

Second uncle? Aunt?

A large amount of information poured into my mind, and Tang Huan closed his eyes again.

This time her name is Jinzhi and she has hair.

Then, my father, who had always regarded her as a treasure, died. It is said that he accidentally knelt on the stone and his head was bleeding.

Warm tears slid down from the corners of her eyes.

Tang Huan touched in confusion. It was strange. After inheriting the memory, although she felt a little regretful for Jinzhi before, she didn't want to cry. Jinzhi was Jinzhi, but the illusion in Song Mo's dream, just like that little nun. Their existence was just to give her an identity and let her seduce Song Mo. Why did she cry for these dummies?

By the way, Song Mo...is her nominal second uncle?

It seems that it is almost thirty?

Old man!

Tang Huan opened her eyes in shock and wanted to see her good second uncle. She had the appearance of Uncle Song in her memory, but she still wanted to see it with her own eyes.

Seeing her eyes wide open, Aunt Zhang comforted her with heartache: "Jinzhi is looking for your second uncle, right? Don't be anxious. Someone has been looking for him long ago, and I'll come soon. Jinzhi, don't scare your aunt anymore. If you do this, your father will not be assured of you on the road!"

Her tears fell on Tang Huan's face, and Tang Huan suddenly woke up. Yes, Jinzhi was not her, but now she is Jinzhi. Her biological father died, how could she not be sad? This time, unlike last time, Song Mo, a forest guard, did not know the little nun, so she dared to be weak or bad in front of him, but this time the two were uncles and nieces, and they lived together for ten years. Even if Song Mo moved out in five years, they could meet almost every day. If she suddenly changed her temperament, Song Mo would definitely doubt it?

Thinking of this, Tang Huan pushed Aunt Zhang away, pounced on the body beside him, and started to cry.

In fact, she wanted to pretend to cry, but the fact is that when she hit Dad Song's body, tears couldn't help but flow out, and she felt even more indescribable grief in her heart. Even the scenes about Song Mo in her mind were replaced by Dad Song's figure. He smiled and touched her head and told her stories with a smile. From childhood to adulthood, it was like having experienced it personally.

Tang Huan gave up and struggled with instinct. Since her body wanted to cry, she would just cry.

"father……"

"Brother!"

With a long sigh, a thick male voice suddenly came into his ears. Tang Huan choked and looked up, and saw the villagers spontaneously making way out. A man in a coarse cloth shirt rushed over. When he got closer, he slowed down in disbelief, then stepped up suddenly, knelt across from her, and looked at Dad Song's face with a deep look.

Tang Huan stared at Song Mo in a daze. The man in front of him, who was nearly thirty years old, did not look old. Compared with the guardian, he was darker and his face was colder, giving people a feeling of being more calm and restrained, like a peak and a mountain.

Does he really remember it?

Tang Huan spoke slowly, "Second Uncle?"

Song Mo restrained his sadness in his eyes and looked away from his elder brother's face with difficulty. Seeing his niece looking at him with tears in his eyes, his eyes helpless and pitiful, he suppressed his grief and raised his hand to wipe away his tears for her: "Don't be afraid of Jinzhi, I'm still with you..."

Tang Huan cried and lowered his head.
Chapter completed!