Rebirth of the Evil Mother-In-Law

When the contract was settled, they sent Chen Mingzhu to find her father first. Well, it's by bus.

The farthest place Chen Mingzhu had been before was the small county town on her side. It was the first time she came to such a big city, and she seemed very cramped. She was carrying a schoolbag, which contained several changes of clothes. Holding the jar in his hand.

Li Xinyun had been curious about this jar for a long time, and couldn't help but ask, "What's in this jar?"

Chen Mingzhu said: "It's pickles. I pickled pickles myself. My father likes them very much. He takes away several jars every year when he comes back, saying it has the taste of his hometown."

Li Xinjun felt that no matter how fond of pickles, they couldn't keep eating them. No matter how much you like, you will get tired of eating too much. No, not necessarily like it, maybe just simply want to save money. But now she is not the one who used to talk too often, and she will definitely not directly say such words to hurt people. Instead, she echoed: "That's right, every time I go out for a trip and eat for a few days, I miss the food at home."

Fang Junrong glanced at her daughter with a faint smile on her lips.

They were not at the peak commute at this time, the bus was not crowded, and everyone had a seat. In addition to turning on the air conditioner, Fang Junrong did not suffer from motion sickness. On the contrary, Fang Tian was busy uploading the interview content to her account when she was in the car. She kept pointing at her phone, and the road was not smooth and bumpy. After a while, she was shaken. A little dizzy.

"Auntie, do you bring motion sickness medicine?" Her face was pale, and she didn't have the high-spirited look of an hour ago, and her drooping eyes looked a little more pitiful.

Fang Junrong said: "First try to eat some preserved fruit? I picked it myself and dried it."

She opened her bag and took out a packet of dried peaches. This peach was picked from the cave. It contains a little spiritual energy, and eating it should make her feel more comfortable. You can't bring fruit when you go out for a trip. Fang Junrong can't take out the fruit directly from the cave and tell them that he bought it by himself, so he just made the fruit dry, which is very convenient to carry.

Fang Tian tasted it, his eyes lit up, "Delicious! I like it! Auntie, your income is just right."

Fang Junrong smiled without saying a word: It is obviously the fruit in the cave.

Each bag of dried fruit is not much, that is, about 50 grams. Fang Tian finished eating in three or two, and then looked at Fang Junrong with puppy-like wet eyes, exuding an "I want it" all over his body.

She remembered that her niece had spent most of the past year abroad, and she really hadn't eaten much of the fruit in her cave.

"I've put everything else in the suitcase. There are only a few bags in the bag, let's eat them all." On the bus, she definitely couldn't open her luggage.

She took a pack to Fang Tian, ​​and divided Li Xinyun and Chen Mingzhu one pack each. She didn't eat it herself, and she preferred freshly picked fruit to dried fruit. As the so-called transition from extravagance to thrift is difficult, she is becoming more and more picky in this regard.

Chen Mingzhu was holding the preserved fruit and felt the sweet and sour taste. It was the first time she had eaten such a delicious preserved fruit. She remembered when she was five years old, when her mother died and her father came back. At that time, she cried non-stop, and many people said that she didn't have a mother, and sooner or later her father would not want her. At that time, her father held her, opened a package of dried fruit that she brought back for her to eat, and coaxed her.

The dried fruit is sweet and sour, with a fruity aroma. It was the first time she ate this, she just stayed and forgot to cry. Later, every time my father came back, he would bring her some snacks and let her eat them secretly. Chocolate, potato chips, lollipops, she had eaten several kinds of snacks he brought back, but the most unforgettable one was the dried fruit.

Later, although my father worked outside most of the time, he remembered to send her gifts every year on her birthday. He asked her to study hard, saying that he worked hard outside, and one day he would take her out to see the outside world.

Her father's dark and honest face appeared in front of her eyes, and her eyes were red. It's just that she didn't want people to find herself crying, so she lowered her head and quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingers.

Chen Mingzhu didn't finish the package of dried fruit. After eating a few, she carefully put it away. Such delicious food can't be eaten in one go. At that time, I will share a little for my cousin to eat. Although her uncle's family was not very kind to her, after her mother died, she also helped to take care of her until she was so old. She was very grateful.

She turned her head and looked out the window. She had only seen such a high house in books and on the TV at her uncle's house next door. The traffic on the road was turbulent, the sun was shining on the body, and the wind was faintly mixed with the smell of gasoline.

Is this the city where Dad lives? It looks so nice.

She watched without blinking, reluctant to miss a scene.

...

By the time they made a few transfers and arrived at the destination written on the paper, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon. Because it is summer, the sky is still bright, especially today the weather is very good, the whole sky is dyed red by the burning clouds, like a painting.

The address was a bit out of the way. After they asked the locals, they finally came to the staff dormitory under the guidance of kind people.

This staff dormitory has three floors from the outside. The old yellow building is full of traces of time. There are children's graffiti on the side walls, and there are a lot of moss in the corners. The corridor outside is full of large and small clothes, and the atmosphere is full of life. There were many people collecting clothes in the corridor.

Fang Junrong stood downstairs for a while and asked Chen Mingzhu, "Are you going upstairs?"

She remembered that there was her father Chen Gensheng's dormitory number on the paper, which was in room 304.

"Ah, good!"

Looking up at Chen Mingzhu on the third floor, she recovered.

Come, subconsciously hold the jar tightly. Obviously the kid is nervous right now.

Perhaps because of someone to accompany her, Chen Mingzhu went upstairs even though she was very uneasy. The security of this dormitory building is not very good, and they came in with apparently unfamiliar faces, and no one asked a question.

On the third floor, they looked at the house number and found 304.

Fang Junrong found that the clothes hanging in the corridor at the door of 304 were obviously from a family of three. Clothes for men, women, and babies.

She sighed slightly in her heart, and only hoped that the child's father would not betray the child's trust. After chatting all the way on the train, she learned a little about Chen Mingzhu. Knowing that her mother died when she was five years old, her father never remarried and loved her very much. Of course, she didn't think that after so many years of her wife's death, she had to keep her life like a jade and couldn't re-marry. But at least he had to let his daughter know about it, instead of secretly setting up a new home.

Li Xinyun also noticed this, and his face sank. Because of Li Wangjin, she was more sensitive than others in this regard, and she felt injustice for Chen Mingzhu. After this journey, she still has a good impression of Chen Mingzhu.

Chen Mingzhu took a deep breath, clenched her hands into fists, and knocked on the door. This door is the kind of iron door. When you knock, the sound is very loud.

"Who is it!"

A male voice faintly sounded, and after a while, the door opened, and a man with a face with a Chinese character looked at them with a puzzled expression, "Who are you looking for?" There was a slightly plump woman standing beside him.

Chen Mingzhu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm looking for my father."

Seeing her reaction, Fang Junrong knew that this man was not her father. It is impossible for a daughter to not even recognize her own father. So Chen Gensheng is moving?

"Who is your father? Did you knock on the wrong door? There's no one I don't know in this building. You name me, and I'll help you see."

You can see that this is a kind-hearted man.

"My dad's name is Chen Gensheng." Chen Mingzhu said word by word, and his words were very clear, "Didn't he live here before? He sent me a letter at this address."

The expression of the man with the national character face visibly froze, "Ah, so you are Gensheng's daughter."

Her wife was about to speak: "Gensheng, I remember him—"

The man took over, "Gensheng has moved away and doesn't live in this building anymore. He just moved in some time ago." He rubbed his face with a strange expression. Halfway through his wife's words, she immediately shut up and said nothing.

"So where does he live now?"

The man "touched" and "touched" his head, baring his teeth exaggeratedly, "I think about it, but I don't remember very well. Alas, I've been working overtime lately, and my memory of sex is getting worse and worse."

Chen Mingzhu asked: "Then can you tell me where my dad works? I can go directly to his unit to find him."

She looked straight at her, her black and white eyes were stained with water mist, and her voice brought out a bit of crying, which made people's nose feel sour.

"I, I haven't seen him for more than a year. I really miss him. He clearly said that he would come back to see me, and I have been waiting for him."

Fang Junrong's eyes were red when she saw the man's wife, and she turned her head away. This reaction was clearly wrong.

No way? If that's the case, it would be too cruel to Chen Mingzhu.

A guess appeared in Fang Junrong's mind, and his expression became solemn.

"I haven't been in touch with him recently, so I don't know where he lives now. I'll call and ask, please don't cry." The man's voice softened, and then he walked into the room because he was in the room Because of the phone call, they who were standing outside the door didn't understand what he was saying.

Five minutes later, the man came back and said to them, "I just called and asked Gensheng's unit. What about your dad, he is very much used by the company, so he was sent out on a business trip, and it will take some time to come back. No, go home first? We don't have the key to his house, so we can't take you there."

He sighed, "feeling" out a cigarette, wanting to smoke, but seeing Chen Mingzhu, he still stuffed the cigarette back into his pocket.

Chen Mingzhu's tears fell on the spot, she looked sad and her voice was very soft.

"Uncle, you don't have to lie to me, is my dad gone?"