Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 412 The Second Daughter in the Historical Fiction 107

When Song Xianyin arrived home, she was completely dazed.

She was still in class when her homeroom teacher suddenly called her out, saying that something had happened at home and that her brother should take her home.

At this time, the Fu family was surrounded by a large crowd, with the villagers who often played cards with Old Fu being the ones at the very back.

They were smoking, their expressions serious: "We knew something was wrong with him back then; his face had turned pale, and he wouldn't go to the hospital even when we told him to."

The old woman stood to the side, her face showing some regret: "Old Fu really suffered a tragedy. He died before he could enjoy any good fortune."

The old woman was holding the baby, whose chin rested on her shoulder, watching everything with curiosity.

"Grandma, is he dead now?" the child asked in a clear voice.

The old woman quickly stopped him: "You brat, you're not allowed to talk nonsense, you know?"

The child, looking extremely aggrieved after being scolded, said, "I didn't say anything wrong, he just turned into a dead person."

Those watching the scene remarked with a knowing look in their eyes, "This young Shen is certainly straightforward."

The old woman's face darkened, and she muttered a curse under her breath. The child immediately started crying, and the crying grew louder and louder.

The woman had no choice but to take the baby out.

"I'm crying, I've told you not to come, but you insisted on coming."

The room reeked of smoke, and a woman wearing a headscarf next to her had opened a window slightly.

She spotted Song Xianyin and Fu Ci coming into the room and quickly stood up, waving, "Sister, you're back."

Song Xianyin silently walked to the woman's side. She looked at Lao Fu, who was lying straight on the bed, and frowned.

The woman sighed and tenderly stroked her head: "Our poor little sister, your father passed away when she was so young."

The men beside him nodded to Fu Ci: "You're back."

Fu Ci responded with a sound of agreement.

The man smoked one cigarette after another, leaving peanut shells and cigarette butts scattered all over the ground.

“Song Qin has to come back eventually, right? It’s one thing for her to sneak out before, but now that she’s dead, she can’t just stay hiding outside.”

"Exactly. I want to see when she comes back. If she were home, would Lao Fu be acting like this?"

"Song Xianyin, don't just stand here. Go call your father. He's dead and you're still standing there without moving." The man frowned as he looked at Song Xianyin.

She really does take Song Qin's surname; she's so cold-hearted. She didn't even shed a tear when her father died.

Song Xianyin's face turned somewhat unpleasant. Who was this person? Why was he speaking to her in such a tone? He wasn't anyone to her.

She'll definitely tell her mother, no matter what he says.

Song Xianyin said coldly, "Uncle Jiang must have already said so. I don't have a cell phone, so why would I make a call?"

The man got angry as soon as he saw Song Xianyin's appearance.

"What kind of attitude is this? Now that your father is gone, you still want to cause trouble? You're just like your mother, you'll never amount to anything."

“You’ve got what it takes, your son and wife have both run away,” Song Xianyin retorted.

The man was so angry that his face turned red. What kind of time was this to be arguing with him?

The person next to him said in a deep voice, "Alright, your father is in this state now, can't you say less?"

"You get out too," Song Xianyin said without any politeness.

She hates being lectured, especially in this tone.

Fu Ci has been at Uncle Jiang's house for quite a while now, and she should have started talking to her mother by now.

Song Xianyin stood to the side, bored. She looked at the dogs running around outside the window and found it all extremely boring. She thought it would be more fun to stay at school.

The woman next to her thought she was putting on a brave face, and would occasionally look at her and sigh, thinking, "What a pitiful child."

But at this moment, Song Xianyin was extremely calm. She was neither as happy as she had imagined nor sad at all. She was just a little surprised, as she had not expected his death to be so sudden.

Old Jiang returned quickly with Fu Ci, his face extremely serious.

"Song Qin will arrive tonight. Let's discuss it when she gets back, and see whether or not to bury her."

If you don't want to bury him, just send him directly to the county for cremation, so you don't have to find a place to hold a funeral.

The others went back shortly afterward, while Song Xianyin and the others sat in the house without saying a word.

Old Jiang stood next to Old Fu, frowning as he looked at his somewhat bluish face.

"Be a good person over there, don't act like an animal anymore. Bless Song Qin and your child, and if they burn more paper money for you, you'll have a better time down there."

Old Jiang took a damp towel and wiped his hands that were outside.

“Look at your father’s hands, there’s not a single callus. Your mother does all the work. What a man…”

Old Jiang sighed. The man was dead; he shouldn't say anything more about him.

The dim light made his face look even more eerie. This was the first time Song Xianyin had observed Lao Fu's face so carefully.

There's a feeling that's both strange and familiar.

They ate something simple for dinner and then waited together for Song Qin to come back.

At this moment, Song Qin was sitting in the car, anxiously looking at the road ahead.

"Driver, could you please go faster? Something happened at my home."

"It's still this fast no matter how fast it goes," the driver said impatiently.

Song Qin sighed and stared blankly at the scenery outside the window.

How could this happen so suddenly? She never expected something like this to happen.

Sometimes she did find Lao Fu annoying, but she never thought of him dying.

"What happened at your home?" the driver asked, noticing the worry on her face.

My man left yesterday.

The driver looked at Song Qin with sudden pity: "Please accept my condolences."

Now that the man is dead, what will become of the family? The pillar of the family is gone.

The driver had to pick up another person halfway there; that person was from the village next to Song Qin's, and he would have to take her back first.

Her head was pressed against the window, and her consciousness gradually faded.

A short while later, the phone rang.

"Hey! Song Qin, have you arrived yet?"

Song Qin rubbed her temples: "I haven't arrived yet, I'll have to wait a little longer."

The person on the other end of the phone didn't say anything more and hung up immediately.

It was sad, but more than that, it was exhausting.

She just signed the contract with the new factory yesterday, and was supposed to go see it today to make sure there were a lot of things to clarify, but because of this, it will definitely be delayed for a while.

Fu Zhiyi wasn't properly arranged either; she left in such a hurry that she only asked the noodle shop owner to help take care of things.

The clothes at home haven't been washed yet. The second child gets out of school so late, and there are still so many clothes to wash. She also gets up early every day. She's had a fever these past few days, and the teacher can't get up in the morning. She's worried that if she's not home these days, Fu Zhiyi won't be able to get up in the morning either.

There are too many things piling up at once.

Mr. Leung was going back to Hong Kong and asked her to see him off. She had already agreed, but in the end, she had to break her promise.