Because of the Chen family boss's dealings in the middle, the police never came to Song Fengchen, the most suspected accomplice.

The case was solved at the end of June, and a full month had passed since the theft of the Li family.

Zhao Weiguo and Li Laishan were captured in the town next door. At that time, the police destroyed an underground crowd gathering for prostitution. The organizers behind the scenes didn't know if they heard the wind or something. They fled with money before the police arrived.

Zhao Weiguo and Li Laishan were one of the prostitutes who were captured. They have lived there for the past month. They spent a lot of money and spent more than 1,600 yuan that they had stolen from Li's house.

Both theft and hooliganism were punished, and Zhao Weiguo and Li Laishan were sentenced to death the next day.

No one feels sorry for them. At most, when they come back from work, they will put up that sentence as a joke when they come to visit.

Of course, it is inevitable that Song Fengchen is also inevitable.

The Li family, who was still lucky, suddenly felt that the sky was falling. Without the money, what would the old man Li Anming give to his five grandchildren to marry a wife, and what he had previously promised to save the four children to the production team every year. The ten bucks thing...

After learning the news, Li Anming didn't catch his breath, and passed out on the spot. This time he really suffered a stroke.

The Li family boss, who failed to recover from the series of blows, was furious and broke the second wife's leg by accident that night.

Relatives and friends are now avoiding the Li family. The Li family's boss is desperate, and he takes his wife to the Li family's second child. In short, the scene is in chaos. The second Li family didn't know if it was forced or really out of pity, and in the end he threw a hundred yuan to the Li family boss.

However, according to the Chen family's boss, the second Li family reported to the boss that afternoon, requesting to be transferred to the next-door Baixian branch.

The current director of the textile factory is the old squad leader that Li's second child brought him when he first entered the army. The relationship between the two is not to be said. The matter of his transfer to the Baixian branch factory is firmly established.

The wicked have their own grievances, nothing more than that.

When it came to Song Fengchen, with the arrival of the rainy season, the flowering period of dendrobium flowers also ended.

Song Fengchen left half of the two taels of dried dendrobium flowers in his hand, and sold the rest to Boss Zhao for 600 yuan, plus the remaining 1,200 yuan. His pockets were completely bulging. Up.

Because everything at home was almost ready, Song Fengchen didn't buy anything when he entered the city this time, so he didn't have to pick up the night before coming back in order to avoid people's eyes and ears.

When he got home, the sun had just set.

The injury on Xu Shujian's foot had healed seven or eighty-eight. Although he was still limping and not very agile, he finally got rid of the crutches.

"What are you doing?"

Hearing Song Fengchen's voice, Xu Shujian, who was standing in front of the window sill, put down the water scoop in his hand and turned around: "You are back!"

"Yeah." Song Fengchen walked over, only to see a broken clay pot on the window sill with a thumb-sized grass sprout planted in it, "What is this?"

"Grandpa Zheng said it was honeysuckle." Xu Shujian replied.

"Where did it come from?" Song Fengchen was puzzled.

Is Rishen the origin of honeysuckle? Or he remembered it wrong.

Xu Shujian said: "The piece of broken wood on the kitchen cabinet grew out of it. I am also idle, so I was thinking of finding something to plant it."

Broken wood?

Suddenly, Song Fengchen was the piece of charcoal he had brought back from the waste collection station Wang Jianshe?

During this period of time, he was so busy that he didn't touch the ground, so he really forgot about it.

But why did it sprout?

At this moment, Xu Shujian interrupted his thoughts: "Song Fengchen, the injury on my foot is almost healed."

Song Fengchen returned to his senses in an instant, and the alarm bells in his heart.

Xu Shujian organized the language and continued: "My grandfather is all taken care of by Grandpa Zheng alone. He is also very hardworking, so I want to move back and give him some help."

Song Fengchen didn't say a word, only the two characters of rejection were written on his face brightly.

Xu Shujian tried to give sweetness, his eyes were erratic: "Although I have gone back, you can come to me to talk or talk when you have time."

Song Fengchen's urn sounded angrily: "Isn't this what it should be?"

Xu Shujian was dumb.

How about it?

he thinks.

Knowing that Xu Shujian moved back there is no room for him to oppose, Song Fengchen took the initiative to attack, grabbed the conversation, and said solemnly: "Then what is the relationship between us now?"

The corners of Xu Shujian's ears were slightly red, and she was flustered, not knowing where to put her hands. For a long time, he subconsciously lowered his voice, the corner of his eyes fell on Song Fengchen's aggressive face, and his heart was hot, "The relationship between boyfriend and boyfriend."

After Xu Shujian's affirmative answer, Song Fengchen was in a good mood. The light from the corner of his eye suddenly fell on the corner of Xu Shujian's lips.

As if he had realized something, Xu Shujian blushed instantly. He was confused and almost subconsciously refused: "No!"

Song Fengchen admired Xu Shujian's shame, and was not disappointed at all. After all, in this era, the relationship between the sexes is still very conservative, and they are more concerned about being estranged than being courteous.

If this was set aside a few years ago, young men and women would not even be able to hold their hands before they got their marriage certificates, let alone other affectionate behaviors. After all, once caught by the public security and the "revolutionary masses," they will be labeled as hooligans and sent to the "hooligans study class" to criticize them.

That is, Song Fengchen, a person from the semi-westernized era, dared to stare at people so naked.

His face is not red, his heart is not beating, his voice is low, with an undisguised smile: "I'm not in a hurry, the future is still growing anyway!"

While Xu Shujian blushed, she subconsciously ignored the inaudible loss in her heart and let out a sigh of relief.

The next morning, Song Fengchen packed up his things and sent Xu Shujian back to the bullpen. After an overhaul there, plus he sent some daily necessities every other time, in general, it was no worse than the Song family except that the place was a bit smaller.

Otherwise, how could Song Fengchen send Xu Shujian back with peace of mind.

I just didn't expect to be blocked at the door when I came back.

It was the eldest son of the Chen family who came, followed by Zhou Haochang.

Zhou Haochang supported the bicycle, panting: "Comrade Song."

"Deputy Director Zhou?" Song Fengchen opened them to let them in.

With a bowl of cold water, Zhou Haochang didn't care about wiping his mouth, and started straight to the point: "Comrade Song, I want to ask you for help."