This heroine is different

Chapter 118 Female Student in the Republic of China 6
"Dad, don't worry, I'm sensible." Song Song patted the back of Father Song's hand to comfort him.

"Really? Don't fool me with words." Father Song looked at Song Song suspiciously, still a little worried.

Song Song nodded with a smile: "Dad, I still have you and mom, so why would I do something stupid? If something happens to me, what will you do?"

"That's the right way to think about it. Wait, what did you say was behind the scenes? Wasn't the fire in Buzhuang an accident?" Song's father, who was really relieved, noticed what Song Song said before.

Seeing Father Song's agitated appearance, Song Song felt a little annoyed immediately. She still underestimated how much Father Song attached to Buzhuang, so she hurriedly made amends:

"Dad, this is just my guess. I just feel that something is a little strange. How could it be so coincidental that you forgot to turn off the kerosene lamp once, and was knocked over by a wild cat? But it may really be just an accident."

Father Song couldn't tell whether he was relieved or disappointed. Looking at his daughter's worried eyes, Father Song reluctantly twitched his mouth: "Dad is fine, don't worry."

"Dad, you must be well. Mom and I can't do without you." Song Song suddenly hugged Father Song's waist, and buried his head tightly in his stomach.

Father Song was taken aback for a moment, and then patted Song Song's back stiffly: "Don't be afraid, Song'er, Dad will definitely get better, and take good care of you and your mother."

It's no wonder that Song's father is like this. After the daughter is 15 years old, she no longer clings to him. It is a bit embarrassing to say that she will act like an ignorant child when she grows up.

This sudden suddenness really made his mind a little confused.
"What are you father and daughter talking about?"

When Song's mother came in with the hot Chinese medicine, what she saw was Song Song nestled tightly in Song's father's arms. Song's father smiled kindly, and couldn't help joking.

"Dad, look, Mom is jealous that I'm so close to you." Song Song lovingly rubbed Father Song's somewhat thin chest.

I don't know if it was affected by the original owner's memory, but Song Song didn't feel the slightest discomfort when he made such a move.

"Okay, okay, I'm jealous, so you get out of the way quickly, I'm going to punish your father for drinking bitter medicine."

As Mother Song said, she gently put the tray on the table, and then approached the bed with the steaming porcelain bowl in her hand.

Song Song hurriedly gave way to Song's mother, and at the same time, he did not forget to wink at Song's father, looking gloating at his misfortune.

Father Song was angry and funny, and at the same time he was relieved that Song Song looked the same as usual.

He was really afraid that his daughter would be frowning and thinner because of the matter of Buzhuang and his illness.

As for Song Song's sudden cling to him, he only treats him as a daughter because he is worried about his body
After returning to the room, Song Song lit the kerosene lamp in the room, took out the white paper, and began to carefully draw the few styles promised to Ye Xujiu.

Regarding the fact that the cloth village can be restored to its original state in two months, the two fathers and daughters have tacitly concealed it from Song's mother.

For Song's mother, her daughter and her husband are the focus. If she is told what Song Song is going to do for Buzhuang, she will definitely think wildly.

'Boom dong dong'

The knock on the door made Song Song stop what she was doing. After thinking about it, she put the painting in the drawer, took out the book and spread it on the desk before getting up to open the door.

"Mom, why don't you rest at this late hour?"

As Song Song expected, the person who came was Song's mother.

It's not that Song Song wants to hide anything from Mother Song, it's just that if she sees his paintings, it will inevitably take a lot of explaining.Rather than that, it's better not to let her see it.

Looking at the thing in Song's mother's hand, Song Song looked at Song's mother in confusion: "This is?"

"I'm ashamed to say that you are not the same." Mother Song gave Song Song a look, and then raised the tray in her hand, "Mom saw that the kerosene lamp in your house was on, so she gave you a bowl of noodles."

"Mom, you took care of Dad so hard during the day, don't bother me so much in the future." Song Song turned sideways to let Song's mother into the room, feeling helpless and touched at the same time.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You are Mom's daughter. If Mom doesn't worry about you, who is she going to worry about?"

Mother Song gently put the tray on the table, glanced at the things on the desk, and looked at Song Song with distress:

"Mom knows you love to study, but don't tire yourself out because of this, it's not worth it."

In Song's mother's mind, although it is a good thing for girls to study, it is not the most important thing.Being able to marry a good family is a matter of a woman's whole life!
"Mom, I see. You've been tired all day. Go back and rest quickly. I'll eat noodles."

Seeing what Song's mother wanted to say, Song Song quickly cut off her words and pushed her to the door.

If Song's mother really started talking, she might not be able to stop for a while.

"You child, you chased mom away as soon as mom came. Okay, okay, isn't it okay for mom to go? You must remember to eat noodles!" Before leaving, Song's mother did not forget to remind her.

"Mom, I know." Song Song nodded hastily, for fear that his mother would think he was hesitating if it was too late.
The next day after school, Song Song just walked out of the school gate when Zhou Jiashu stopped him: "Song Song, let's talk."

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the people whispering, and Song Song nodded in response: "Come with me."

Zhou Jiashu was overjoyed when he heard the words, thinking that after one night, Song Song had figured out something.

But I don't know, Song Song just doesn't want to be the object of gossip
Taking Zhou Jiashu into a relatively remote alley, Song Song spoke first: "You said you could help me yesterday, but how do you want to help me?"

"I can bring Song's Cloth Village back to what it was before the fire."

Zhou Jiashu thought that Song Song was finally willing to accept his kindness, and at the same time he was relieved, he couldn't wait to say it out.

Then, as if thinking of something, he looked at Song Song nervously, and began to falter: "But there is a premise. It is you."

"What premise? Do I have to be your girlfriend? Or do I have to marry you?"

Zhou Jiashu's surprised appearance let Song Song know that his guess was correct.

Although Zhou Jiashu is the only heir of the Zhou family, the power of the Zhou family is still in the hands of Zhou's father, and the money of the Zhou family is still managed by Zhou's mother.

To put it bluntly, Zhou Jiashu is still just a son who relies on his parents.

If you want to rebuild Song's cloth village, you need not a small sum of money.Why would Zhou's father and Zhou's mother help a woman who had nothing to do with their family and could not bring them any benefit?

If Song Song became the young mistress of the Zhou family, the situation would be different.

However, the Zhou family is one of the largest big families in City A, would Zhou's father and Zhou's mother really agree to Zhou Jiashu marrying her?
Marry her, a woman from an ordinary family without any background blessing?

(End of this chapter)