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This news is too explosive.

It's completely contrary to common sense!

Everyone accused Song Dehui one after another, feeling that their belongings were coveted and robbed, and they jumped one by one in a hurry.

Song Dehui thoroughly admired their ugliness before shaking his head slowly: "He is not my son."

"I……"

Raising his hand to stop the anxious Shen Maoshi, Song Dehui still looked calm: "I never tell lies or lies."

Even if it is just to relieve the current predicament, he will not tell half a lie.

Second Uncle Song naturally knew his virtue, but he was relieved to hear that.

Wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, he forced a smile: "It's fine if it's not, Dehui, how can the family have an overnight feud..."

"It's been many years, and the hatred is still there."

"..." Uncle Song gritted his teeth and held back his breath: "Yes, we had a bit of trouble at the beginning, but it's been so long, let's take a step back, you see that you are not too young, move back to the village, Xiao Liu As I said, he will give you old age."

The condition is naturally to give Xiao Liu his seat.

Song Dehui looked at him coldly and shook his head: "I'm not going, I said before, I died outside, in a garbage heap, and my ashes were lifted, and I won't go back."

"Your whole family is dead!"

"Where are you going if you don't go back to the village!"

"Buried in this wilderness, you are a wild dog!"

Seeing their extremely depraved appearance, Song Dehui laughed instead.

"This is not a wilderness." There was a calm, almost gentle smile on his old face: "My family is here, and my son is back. This is my home."

He is indeed old, and after this blow, his spirit is also a little confused, but he is still clear about the persistence in his heart.

No matter how the Song family persuaded him, he was unmoved.

Everyone was so angry that they had no choice but to take him.

Hit him? Lankeng Village is not the wasteland it used to be. Now there are people living here, even the village chief's branch secretary.

If we really want to fight, Lu Huai'an and the others are gearing up for it.

Threatening him? Song Dehui, this old thing, doesn't eat this set at all.

Force him? What are they forcing?

After a long stalemate, Uncle Song slapped the table angrily: "I don't know what's wrong! Let's see!"

They left angrily and went straight to the city.

They knew about the garment factory, and they went straight to the old shabby house.

"Take it all!"

They have always been like this when it comes to the destitute family.

The door smashed open and rushed in, only to find that there wasn't even a decent piece of furniture.

Just a table and a bed.

An old lady with sharp eyes rushed over to wrap the sheets and quilts: "This is mine! I just happen to be short of quilts."

Shen Maoshi often came over to cook these days, bought a few more bowls, and was looted at this time.

Not to mention the pot.

"Why is this table made of stone, tsk!"

In the end, the house was clean. If the table and bed were not made of stone, they would have taken off the roof and took it away.

The people from the factory rushed over, but there was nothing they could do.

Second Uncle Song was very old. He went to that station and said that he was a relative who came to help Master Song get things.

I always carry the household registration book with me, it is indeed my uncle.

After Shen Maoshi received the news, he rushed back to the city overnight, but it was already too late.

Shen Maoshi was so angry that his eyes were red, he borrowed a broom to clean the ground, and found that all of Master's clothes had been taken away.

After the day's affairs, Song Dehui felt even more tired after returning.

Hastily slept after eating, but he didn't wake up when he came out.

Shen Mao really thought about it and didn't want to tell him about it, lest he get hit again.

He went to the warehouse to pick out some clothes, and quietly stuffed them into the suitcase while he was taking a shower.

But who is Song Dehui? When he came out, he noticed that someone had entered the house.

Glancing at it, he could even see where it had been slightly adjusted, and went straight to open the suitcase.

He laughed when he saw it, laughed twice and then paused: "Fool."

After Lu Huai'an came back, Song Dehui sat under the porch and beckoned, "Come here."

Lu Huai'an pulled away the chair and sat down, smiling at him: "Uncle Song will eat watermelon later. I just bought a watermelon and brought it back. It should be quite sweet. I'll put it in the well and freeze it before cutting it and eating it."

"Okay." Song Dehui replied calmly, raising his chin, "Gong Hao, did I ask you to check clearly?"

Gong Hao glanced at Lu Huai'an and hesitated: "I checked it out, the mountains and forests are..."

Mountains, fields, fields, all the houses in the entire Lankeng Village, wasteland.

He checked all the information with the village chief and the party secretary, and it was clear.

"It's not mine." Song Dehui lit a cigarette and said slowly, "The state compensated me."

Pulling up the small wooden box he was carrying, he gently stroked it and opened it gently.

There is a golden light inside.

All medals.

"My parents and my mother died on the battlefield." Song Dehui looked down at the medals, as if he was looking at his relatives: "My daughter went to the countryside to save a child and lost herself, and there are medals, my daughter-in-law..."

It was a martyr.

This rotten pit village was originally owned by his Yue family. After the Yue family accident, the house was not repaired for a long time. If it is not dealt with, it will become a wasteland.

"There is a lot of compensation, and they are all looking at it. My son is serving and he can't come back, so I took half of these bungalows to repair, and donated the rest."

Therefore, after falling out with the Song family, he simply moved into a small house in the city.

As for these bungalows, he was afraid that no one would live in them, and they would be ruined due to lack of repairs like the previous houses, so he simply took in some people and rented them.

"That's why I'm a lonely old man." Song Dehui closed the box with a straight face: "I also donated the rent. I'm empty, and the living can't handle the dead. I'm afraid it won't be long before I can deal with everything that can be dealt with. , Since you have money, you can buy whatever you want. Whoever rents the bungalow can buy it. If you have money, you can rent it. If you don’t have money, you can continue to rent it, but the rent has to be handed over to the village chief and donated to me later.”

Song Dehui was still laughing, as if he was explaining his future affairs: "I have gone through ups and downs in my life, and there is nothing that I can't overcome, but if I die, it is no big deal. Only all my property should not be handed over to the Song family. ."

He has never been serious about money, how much money he rented to these tenants back then, and how much money is still there now.

It hasn't risen a single point for so many years.

So many things were given to him, and no one could tell if it was because of the special circumstances of his family.

At least when the land was divided to the household, the amount allocated to him was too much, but no one ever mentioned it.

Lu Huai'an looked at him, and his heart froze.

He admitted that he could not be as free and easy as Song Dehui, so he respected it even more: "Okay."

Everything is according to Master Song's idea.

After the villagers heard about it, they all agreed.

Lao Zhu pressed his son to come over and insisted on adopting it to Song Dehui.

"I don't want it." Song Dehui smiled and waved his hand: "I don't like these red tapes the most. My family doesn't have the throne and I don't need to inherit."

A strong and sturdy man doesn't need these things at all.

The village chief and the village party secretary came forward and sold the house and land according to his ideas.

Lu Huaian and the others also bought a lot of them. They also bought the uncultivated wasteland that was not suitable for growing crops.

Mountain is not allowed to buy and sell, so Song Dehui waved his hand and said to donate it to the country.

He is such a neat person.

After finishing these things, he seemed to have finally fulfilled a big wish, and he was relieved.

This night, he had a good meal and slept comfortably.

Shen Mao was very worried about him, for fear that he would just fall asleep like this, and went in to see it several times in the middle of the night.

Everyone in the room had similar thoughts, asking him from time to time, "Are you awake?"

Shen Maoshi was also very strange: "I slept soundly."

Could it be that you let go of your worries, so you have no burdens and slept soundly?

Lu Huai'an didn't know the specifics, so he had to let everyone go back to sleep first.

The next morning, Lu Huaian was the first to get up.

He was so overwhelmed with things that he couldn't sleep.

It was still early, so he didn't rush to eat after taking a shower. He took a book and wanted to go down to the porch to read.

When I turned on the lights under the corridor, I found that there was a person sitting here.

Lu Huaian fixed his eyes and was stunned: "Song..."

Song Dehui turned his head and smiled gently: "Huairen, you're up, um, good reading, sit down, come, come here to read."

What does he call him?

With a lot of doubts in his heart, Lu Huai'an suppressed the doubts and slowly sat down at the position he designated.

As soon as he opened the book, Lu Huai'an suddenly remembered: Song Huairen.

Isn't that Song Dehui's son?

He turned around suddenly and saw Song Dehui's loving eyes: "What's wrong? Did Dad disturb you?"

"No." Lu Huai'an suppressed his grief and smiled slightly: "I just forgot, did you have breakfast?"

"No, I'll take you to school, and Dad will come back to eat."

Lu Huai'an hummed, and turned back to continue reading.

When Shen Maoshi got up, he went to Master Song's house first. No one was seen, so he broke out in a cold sweat and ran out quickly.

Seeing the two people under the corridor, he breathed a sigh of relief: "So you are here!"

Song Dehui turned around and smiled when he saw him: "Huairen, you're up, Dad is going to cook breakfast for you."

This……

Passing a glance, Lu Huai'an smiled and pulled Song Dehui: "He's eaten."

"Oh, I've eaten, it's good." Song Dehui sat down again, as if thinking about something.

Until everyone got up, he remained in that position, motionless.

"what happened to him?"

Lu Huai'an glanced at it and sighed, "If I'm not mistaken, he should be demented."

Dementia?

Isn't that stupid?

At the time, there was an old man in the village, but suddenly he didn't know anyone, and things were slowly forgotten. His memory gradually returned to the past.

The children couldn't do anything about him, so they finally went to the big hospital, only to find out that it was Alzheimer's disease.

Lu Huai'an looked at Master Song with a complicated expression~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and said softly, "Perhaps, this is not a bad thing."

Forgetting those painful memories is a good thing.

Shen Maoshi nodded and said slowly: "He treats me as his son. I originally wanted to recognize him as a godfather, so I'll just be his son."

After talking about the fact that Song Dehui recognized him as Song Huairen just now, Lu Huai'an gave them a vaccination: "His memory is messed up, so don't be surprised when you see it."

What happened next was exactly the same as his guess.

Song Dehui's memory gradually retreated to the past.

Sometimes, he even called the village party secretary brother, and sometimes Shen Ruyun Xiaonannan.

Everyone responded to these titles in a gentle and cooperative manner, and it seemed that all the villagers had become his relatives.

Shen Ruyun came to help after the exam, and she had to rush back to the city when she was done.

Because Lu Huai'an had to ask Teacher Li to help him with tutoring!

I have to say that Li Peilin really has some skills.

His lesson plans are directly tailored according to Lu Huai'an's receptive ability and learning foundation.

It won't make him embarrassed, nor will he find the question too difficult.

From shallow to deep, from slow to fast.

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