Chuan Shu Qi Leng: I am no longer worthy of this vicious female supporting role.

"Sangsang, what you said is true."

As soon as Song Sangsang finished speaking, Mr. Shen couldn't wait to stand up and ask. Just now, Song Sangsang told the Shen family that there was news about Shen Yang's father. He was at the northernmost farm, and the Shen family had passed by. All old acquaintances are speaking for the Shen family, looking for evidence, and there should be good news soon.

"God bless me, I hope my son is safe."

Mrs. Shen directly covered her face and sobbed softly. Mr. Shen and Shen Yang were also in tears. It was such a difficult day. The physical fatigue was manageable, but the psychological trauma was difficult to cover up. Since that incident, except for that incident, The Shen family has never been happy, and they live in fear every day, fearing that something will happen again, and now the Shen family can no longer withstand the torment.

"Grandma Lin, Grandpa Shen, this is a good thing, a great thing. If we wait a little longer, we can meet each other as flesh and blood." Song Sangsang hurriedly comforted him. After hearing this, Mr. Shen and Mrs. Shen relaxed and wiped their tears. He looked at Sister Song and Sangsang embarrassedly;

"Yes, yes, it's a good thing, don't cry," Mrs. Shen said with a smile, and Mr. Shen also agreed. Seeing that the two elders' mood had softened, Song Sangsang took out the luggage he had brought, which was all things they could use. Cloth, food, and most importantly medicine, Shen Yang was pulled aside by Fu Xian to talk.

"Fu Xian, why are you here with Sister Sangsang?" Shen Yang was very surprised when he saw Fu Xian for the first time. He should be at Fu's house at this time, so how could he be with Sister Sangsang?

"I'm on vacation to visit Sister Sangsang, and I'll also come to see you by the way. How are you doing here? Have you been bullied? Have you beaten her back?"

Fu Xian explained, and then asked questions again and again. He was really worried about Shen Yang. He heard the conversation between his father and his eldest brother at home before, and after knowing that this good brother was abducted by his own mother, he really felt that Shen Yang was in such a miserable state. Now, looking at Looking at the environment of the cowshed, although it has been kept very clean by the residents, it is still very shabby, which can be seen at a glance.

Shen Yang also understood the care in Fu Xian's words, so he didn't mind. He whispered to Fu Xian about life here, and picked some fun and interesting things to tell Fu Xian. Fu Xian also added a few words from time to time. Things in Sujia Village.

Time passed quickly. Sister Song Sang Sang had to rush back, so they had no choice but to leave first. Before leaving, Song Sang Sang told Shen Yang:

"Chen Yang, if you have anything to do, write to me. You have to watch your grandparents eat the food together. I will send it to you later. Take care of it."

"Shen Yang, write to me," Fu Xian followed suit.

After saying that, Sister Song and Sangsang were leaving. The Shen family couldn't see each other off, so they watched them leave at the door. Shen Yang looked at the backs of the two people walking away, his eyes gradually moistened, and Mr. Shen also sighed at the side.

“They are all good kids”

After saying that, he looked at Shen Yang and said again, "My Yangyang is also a good boy." Then he sighed again.

“Let’s get blue today quickly”

On the other side, Song Sangsang and Fu Xian sneaked back to the village chief's house without anyone noticing. When the wedding banquet at the village chief's house was over, Song Sangsang said goodbye. The biggest purpose of the trip had been achieved, and he was too embarrassed to stay and disturb others. , that afternoon, Song Sangsang and Fu Xian embarked on the return journey to Sujiacun.

"Fu Xian, are you going to start school?" Song Sangsang looked at Fu Xian and asked suddenly. Fu Xian's smiling face fell instantly. He was depressed the whole way, but Song Sangsang was very happy. .