After picking up the White Cut Black Prince

Wen Chu looked at Zhao Wenwen's hesitation and shock, and soon knew what she was thinking about. She quickly covered Zhao Wenwen's mouth and said, "Don't think about it, it's not true."

Zhao Wenwen obviously didn't believe it, and her eyes kept moving between the two of them.

Seeing her like this, Song Yusheng obviously knew what she was thinking, but he acted as if he didn't hear her and continued to sit there in the breeze and bright moon, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

Wen Chu didn't care about these things. She guessed that Song Yusheng might return home in a few days, and she would move away. She didn't care what others said about her. But she was afraid that Zhao Wenwen's words would make Song Yusheng unhappy, and he would eventually hold this account on her.

She pulled Zhao Wenwen aside, turned her back to Song Yusheng, covered her mouth and whispered, "You are young and don't know these things yet."

Before Wen Chu finished speaking, Zhao Wenwen argued: "No, I'm not young anymore. I'm already thirteen years old! I know what a woman and a man will do in the same room..."

Zhao Wenwen has a very loud voice, and it's still loud even when she tries to lower it.

Wen Chu was afraid that Song Yusheng might hear her, so she covered her mouth again. She stamped her feet in anger and said in a low voice, "What are you going to do? What else can you do? You dead child, you only have these messy thoughts in your head. Look at that young man, he looks so upright, does he look like he would do anything out of line?"

Seeing that Zhao Wenwen was so stubborn, Wen Chu prepared to appeal to her emotions and reason.

Zhao Wenwen turned around and glanced at him quietly.

The young man in white was still sitting on the chair, not looking in their direction. The light was shining on him like stars, and at this moment he seemed like a god with no sadness or joy.

It doesn't look like he would do those things.

Wen Chu saw this and asked, "Is it not possible?"

Zhao Wenwen's excitement subsided a little and she nodded.

Wen Chu added, "What's more, I wouldn't have any thoughts about him if he was like this, right?"

That's right, although this young man in white was extremely handsome, he could be said to be the most handsome man Zhao Wenwen had ever seen. However, he was really a little cold, so cold that people were afraid to approach him.

Wen Chu just wanted to tell Zhao Wenwen to stop thinking too much, so he could only say this since he couldn't hear her anyway.

Song Yusheng, who was sitting not far away, trembled uncontrollably with his fingers resting on his legs.

How despicable must he be to make Wen Chu say that? What kind of person is he?
This was the first time he heard someone say this about him. Song Yusheng was almost laughing because of Wen Chu's anger and tried hard to suppress the surging blood.

Zhao Wenwen was like being poured with a basin of cold water, and she was no longer as excited as before. Wen Chu thought of the last time Zhao Shun brought a group of people to this place to cause trouble for her. Maybe it was Zhao Wenwen who let the cat out of the bag. She reminded him, "Don't talk about these things casually this time, understand?"

Wen Chu didn't have many playmates in Zhaojia Village. After she moved here, only Zhao Wenwen would play with her. Zhao Wenwen was two or three years younger than her and would often follow behind her. She knew that Zhao Wenwen was not a bad person, but she was sometimes a bit careless.

Zhao Wenwen was stunned, thinking that it might be because she had told everyone last time that Sister Wen Chu had picked up a handsome man and this incident might have caused her trouble.

"I'm sorry, Sister Wen Chu, for causing you trouble. I promise not to say anything nonsense in the future." She said with her head lowered, her tone quite guilty.

A good child is one who corrects his mistakes immediately. Wen Chu took out a small silver coin from his purse and put it into Zhao Wenwen's palm, saying, "Sister has made money now. You can use it to buy snacks, but don't tell your mother."

If Aunt Yang knew about this, she would definitely ask her to return the money.

Zhao Wenwen wanted to refuse, but Wen Chu didn't give her a chance and said, "Take it and go home quickly. I'll go to your house to beg for food later."

After Zhao Wenwen left, Wen Chu returned to the small stool where she had sat before and found that Song Yusheng was still sitting there, but the atmosphere around him seemed a little colder than before. Could it be that he had heard her conversation with Zhao Wenwen?

That's impossible. She spoke so quietly.

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The sun was setting, the sky was slowly getting darker, and a red glow was pouring down from the horizon. Seeing that it was almost time, Wen Chu took Song Yusheng to Aunt Yang's house. This was the first time Song Yusheng had gone out since he was injured. There were few people around Wen Chu's house, and they could not see many people when they walked side by side on the road.

On the way to Aunt Yang's house, you will pass by the small river, which is where Wen Chu picked up Song Yusheng.

The weak light of the setting sun sprinkled on the water, flashing red dots. When Wen Chu saw the big banyan tree, she couldn't help but be moved. Apart from her thoughts of repaying a favor, she felt a sense of accomplishment when the dying person was standing by her side. When she arrived at Aunt Yang's house, the dishes were already cooked. Wen Chu didn't come empty-handed. In the afternoon, she went to the farmer's house in the village to buy a jar of wine. She took the wine from Song Yusheng's hand, put it on the table, and gave it to Aunt Yang's husband Zhao Er.

She smiled and said, "Uncle, this is a drink for you. I know you like it, so I picked it especially for you."

As they were talking, Zhao Wenwen suddenly appeared from the side and pulled the two people to sit down.

Now the family of three plus Wen Chu and his partner were sitting around a small square wooden table.

Wen Chu was fine, but Song Yusheng's appearance was really out of place here.

Even Zhao Wenwen could sense that his demeanor was extraordinary. Before, when he was injured and down and out, no one could see anything. But now, even though he was wearing a simple white robe, he was so noble that no one dared to get close to him.

Zhao Er had heard from his wife that Wen Chu had picked up a handsome injured man and brought him home, and he thought it must be the man in front of him.

The couple were both stunned. Aunt Yang was the first to react. She said angrily, "You kid, you're here, but why did you bring wine? Ask your uncle to drink it. You won't do anything by then."

"Don't talk nonsense. It's none of your business what the child shows to me." Zhao Er was a drunkard. He took the wine in his arms and retorted.
Aunt Yang rolled her eyes at him and said, "What a prospect."

Wen Chu picked up the chopsticks, and the others chatted while eating, laughing from time to time when they talked about something interesting. Song Yusheng remained silent from beginning to end, and did not even move his chopsticks.

Aunt Yang put a piece of meat into Wen Chu's bowl with her chopsticks, and she said, "You don't know how exaggerated it is. After Zhao Qing got pregnant today, she wanted to announce it to the world. People who don't know would think she was pregnant with a dragon. It's so exaggerated."

Zhao Er said: "She has been thinking about this for ten years. How can she not be happy? Who doesn't want a son? It would be strange if she wasn't happy!"

There are only three people in Aunt Yang's family. The couple has only one daughter, Zhao Wenwen. When Aunt Yang gave birth to the child, she almost died of dystocia. Zhao Er was so scared that he didn't dare to have another child. Compared with the son and the daughter-in-law, the daughter-in-law is of course more important!
Even so, Zhao Er and Aunt Yang felt a little uncomfortable. After all, who in this village doesn't want a son?

When Aunt Yang heard what Zhao Er said, she thought he was saying that she couldn't give birth to a son, which made him unhappy. The couple had a deep relationship, but this matter couldn't be mentioned. No one would be happy if it was mentioned.

Aunt Yang's face darkened, and she placed her chopsticks on the bowl. She snorted coldly, "Why, are you blaming me for not being able to give birth to a son? Are you upset? Wasn't it me who didn't want to have a child in the first place? Didn't you say that having a daughter was enough? You said that I wasn't in good health and that I wouldn't have one. But now, everything you say is a criticism of me for not being able to give your Zhao family an heir."

The couple had been together for decades, and they had known each other for a long time. Zhao Er knew that what he said just now was biased, but he was indeed ridiculed by Aunt Yang's words, which hit a sore spot. If the two really wanted to quarrel, they would not care whether the guests were present or not. Besides, they had already regarded Wen Chu as their own family, and did not treat her as an outsider.

Zhao Wenwen was sitting opposite Wen Chu with her head down. It was hard to tell what was on her face. One could only see her fingers fiddling with the chopsticks nervously.

They kept saying they wanted a son in front of Zhao Wenwen, which was really hurtful. Wen Chu hurriedly said, "Uncle, aunt, our Wenwen is a very good child, why do we need another child? What's good about a son? We don't want one."

When Zhao Wenwen heard this, she suddenly raised her head and looked at Wen Chu, tears already welling up in her eyes.

Seeing that Zhao Er was getting angry and wanted to argue again, Wen Chu quickly picked up the jar of wine she brought on the table and said, "What's there to say about these things? Fighting for a son who doesn't even exist will only hurt the heart of the person in front of you. I will drink with uncle today. Let's not argue anymore, we won't argue anymore."

Wen Chu's words were so clear that if Zhao Er still didn't understand, he would have lived in vain. Moreover, she even said that she could have a couple of drinks with him, but he just forgot about it.

Drinking alone is not as fun as drinking with someone else.

Wen Chu started drinking with Zhao Er. After a few drinks, Zhao Er gradually relaxed a little. From time to time, he would talk about Song Yusheng, asking him his name, where he was from, how many sisters and brothers he had in his family, etc.

Song Yusheng was very well-mannered. Even though he was impatient, he answered all the questions from beginning to end, with a faint smile on his face.

Who knew that Zhao Er was getting more and more excited the more he asked, and he was about to ask what kind of business Song Yusheng did and whether he was promised to be married. Even though Wen Chu had drunk too much and her mind was not working fast, she could tell something was wrong and hurriedly stopped him. She raised her glass and said, "Okay, okay, uncle, are you trying him like a criminal?"

Zhao Er laughed, patted his thigh, looked at Wen Chu and said, "Look, look, they're protecting me now!"

Wen Chu felt a little dizzy. When he heard what Zhao Er said, he subconsciously wanted to refute, but the words were stuck in his throat and he didn't know how to explain.

Wen Chu was speechless and felt a little suffocated. He raised his hand to drink the wine in his hand, but the next moment, Song Yusheng next to him grabbed his wrist.

(End of this chapter)