Li Xiulan nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes... I told you last time that the widow's son drove Old Man Li to live in a pig pen, and Old Man Li was eaten by the pigs. He was sentenced to several sentences. Year. The widow had a grudge and scattered his ashes into the latrine. After her son was released from prison, he also harbored a grudge. Just in time for the construction of the national highway, he was the first to stand up and let Old Man Li's grave out. He paid more than 10,000 yuan and built a small Western-style building for his family."
Jiang Guoqiang vaguely remembers this. "That's the house at the entrance of the village, right? I saw it when I accompanied you back to your parents' home more than 20 years ago. It was very old-fashioned and built like a palace. Old Man Li Life is very valuable. During his lifetime, he left all the property and fields of old Li Family to the widow's son. After his death, he moved a grave and paid more than 10,000 yuan in compensation."
Li Xiulan rolled his eyes at him. "What kind of tomb was moved? The widow's son had it bulldozed directly, and the coffin board and the ashes were all pressed into the roadbed."
Jiang Guoqiang was speechless and sighed again and again, "I have heard someone say before that a cemetery is the ghost house after death. Old Man Li doesn't even have a grave. He is still trapped under the highway and is run over by thousands of cars day and night. I don't know how he feels underground."
Li Xiulan rolled his eyes at him again. "What you said, money can't buy for his satisfaction. Old Man Li finally lived the happy life he dreamed of."
"Are you two done?" Jiang Dingkun slammed the table, the veins on his forehead were pulsing, and his eyes seemed to be spitting out fire.
Jiang Guoqiang and Li Xiulan shrank their necks, not daring to say anything anymore.
Others wisely remained silent.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Dingkun became even more angry and kicked over the floor-standing vase next to him. "If you dare to talk nonsense with me again, get out of this house."
Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the tea cup on the coffee table and threw it against the wall.
Ashtray, remote control, vase...
Everything within reach was picked up and smashed by him.
The living room was filled with crackling and shattering sounds.
Li Xiulan shivered in fright and instinctively shrank back.
But after she and Jiang Guoqiang looked at each other, the two of them moved forward half a step in unison and stood in front of Song Yutang calmly.
I don't know how long it took for the smashing, and the living room was already in a mess.
Jiang Dingkun finally seemed to have lost all his strength, and slumped down on the sofa, breathing heavily.
The crutch fell beside him, and he just sat among a pile of broken porcelain pieces, like an old dog that had been beaten and lame.
Chen Ruyin knew that he had recovered, and immediately went to help him while crying pitifully, "Brother Kun, don't be angry... it's all my fault, it's all my fault... it's clear as day, Guoqiang dares to curse you like this and not end up well, all because he hates me. Don't blame Guoqiang. I will die and I will use my life to compensate you and your son... I just ask you not to be so angry..."
Song Yutang raised his eyebrows slightly.
This trick again?
Then she won't be polite.
She glanced at Jiang Guoqiang and pointed to the fruit knife on the ground with her chin.
Jiang Guoqiang was stunned for a moment, then he bent down and picked up the fruit knife on the ground, and handed it to Chen Ruyin honestly. "Old aunt, I really hate you, especially when I think of being bullied in the orphanage. If you die, I will indeed forgive you. Write it off, you can go without worries."
Li Xiulan also sincerely promised, "Don't worry, old aunt, we are not the kind of people with no conscience. We will not throw your body into a pig pen to be eaten by pigs, nor will we scatter your ashes into the manhole, nor will we give up your graveyard to build a highway so that you can be crushed by thousands of cars every day."
Jiang Guoqiang's face was full of sincerity. "Auntie, do you think the knife is not sharp enough? I have a kitchen knife in the kitchen. I just bought it. If you pull a hole, I guarantee that even the forensic doctor will not be able to sew it up. How about I go get it for you?"
"..." Chen Ruyin looked at the fruit knife handed to her. The blade was glowing coldly, and her fingers were trembling.
It doesn't matter if you cry, it doesn't matter if you don't cry.
It doesn't matter if you pick it up, and it doesn't matter if you don't pick it up.
The whole person froze in place, in a dilemma.
When Jiang Qingyu saw that something was wrong, he stood up suddenly and pointed at Jiang Guoqiang's nose and cursed, "Brother, what do you mean? It's hard to find someone who knows both coldness and hotness next to dad, and you want to force her to death? What on earth do you have in mind? I think you don't hate my mother, you hate dad. You want to force Aunt Chen to death, and then force dad to death, so that you can monopolize the family property, right?"
Jiang Guoqiang looked honest and scratched his head innocently. "Didn't my old aunt say she wanted to die? She said it every now and then. I thought she really wanted to die."
"..." Jiang Qingyu was choked by his honest appearance and was speechless.
The mouth opens and closes, closes and opens again.
Chen Ruyin took the opportunity to cry and turned to Jiang Dingkun: "Brother Kun, all your mistakes are my fault. It was me who made Guoqiang hate you... Don't be so angry that your body... As long as you father and son can eliminate the estrangement, it doesn't matter if I die..."
Jiang Guoqiang stuffed the knife into her hand again. "Then you are going to die soon."
Li Xiulan rolled up his sleeves and was eager to try. "How do you want to die, old aunt? Can I help you, hang yourself or jump off the building? Cutting your wrists is also fine. I have been a chef for decades and am good at knife skills. It doesn't hurt at all when I lift or drop the knife."
Chen Ruyin didn't dare to answer the call at all, and looked at Jiang Dingkun with tears in his eyes. "Brother Kun..."
Jiang Dingkun's eyes were cold, as if looking at a stranger through a thick layer of ice. "Don't you always say you want to die?"
Chen Ruyin's crying was completely stuck, and he could not utter a single word with his mouth open.
Jiang Qingyu How can I watch my biological mother suffer such injustice?
He suppressed the anger in his heart and put on a look of tolerant grievance. "Dad, my mother did something wrong this time, and I won't defend her. But your friendship for so many years, is it possible that there will be a gap just because of this little thing? I know you are angry... but you don't look at the monk's face. Buddha's face, just for the sake of your son, can you forgive her this time? Dad, even if I am not your biological child, I was raised by you. Our father-son relationship for more than fifty years, you... you can't really ignore it just because of this thing, can you?"
Jiang Dingkun glanced at him. "When your son calls me old man, why don't you talk to me about the love between father and son?"
Jiang Qingyu's face turned pale, and he forced a smile to argue, "Dad, Sinian, that kid is just quick to talk, he didn't mean it..."
Jiang Dingkun waved his hand tiredly and interrupted him, "Even if we are brothers, they will separate sooner or later. You know how I treat you. If you insist on saying that I am partial to Guoqiang, I have nothing to say. You are both grandfathers, and it is outrageous for two brothers to live together. In the future, there will be more and more people in the family, and it is easy to have conflicts. From today on, you will move to Spring Radiance Garden."
Chen Ruyin finally couldn't hold it any longer, crying and rushing over to hug Jiang Dingkun's legs, "Brother Kun, you said that no matter what happens, you will always take care of me. When I returned to China, you also promised that you would never separate from me..."
Jiang Dingkun looked down at her.
That well-maintained face was covered with tears and mascara was smeared all over it. How could he still have half of his usual elegant and dignified appearance?
He sighed softly, "Ruyin, I gave you everything I could. You are too greedy."