LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 50 Never came back
"My wife, it's still early, why don't you go sit in a small restaurant, the boys there can dress up, unlike Sang Cheng, who can't do anything."
What kind of tea talk is this?
Song Tingran felt that Sang Cheng's way of speaking was bolder than before yesterday, but he didn't think too much about it. He also thought that his personality was a little more lively, which was good. Now...
She looked directly at Sang Cheng and said, "Are you awake?"
Sang Cheng tilted his head, as if he didn't understand anything. He thought for a long time and asked: "My wife, what does awakening mean? Are you complimenting me on my good looks?"
Song Tingran was stunned. The Sang Cheng in front of him was completely different from before, and he felt a little uncomfortable for a while.
"Of course, I can't compare to those niche students."
This was the second time that Sang Cheng mentioned the people in the tavern. Song Tingran knew that he was jealous and quickly comforted him.
"Sang Cheng, you are very beautiful. Don't feel inferior to others. I just thought that the sound of the piano was a bit like the long fish bridge."
He suddenly became happy, and the little movements in his hands could be seen clearly, and he said slightly shyly: "I know that the wife is the best wife in the world."
Song Tingran smiled, this Sang Cheng originally thought he was a timid and boring gourd, but now that everything has been resolved, he didn't expect to be a top-notch green tea.
How should I put it, don’t have a taste.
The tea tastes very good and Song Tingran deserves it.
The bed in the inn was larger, more than enough for two people, and Song Tingran slept in it habitually.
Sang Cheng couldn't sleep outside, so he turned over carefully, for fear of waking up his wife. Looking at her motionless back, he slowly moved over and gently brought their bodies together. His palms were sweating, but he was sleeping. of stability.
Early the next morning, Song Tingran felt heavy on her legs. When she opened her eyes, she realized that Sang Cheng was using her as a pillow and his legs were resting on hers.
After a slight movement, Sang Cheng woke up. Looking at his wife so close to him, he became shy.
"Master Wife, I'll get you some water to wash up."
After saying that, he got up quickly. Song Tingran looked at his fleeing back, shook his head helplessly, and then burst into laughter.
The two of them washed up, had something to eat downstairs, and took the time to set off on the oxcart ride to Shuiyue Village.
On the way, he found a place full of people. Sang Cheng looked through the gap and saw that it was Sang Hui who was about to be beheaded.
"Going to see it?"
"I'm not going. It's a sure thing. My parents can see it in the sky."
As soon as he finished speaking, the head over there fell to the ground. Sang Cheng only glanced at it and then continued to move forward with his wife.
Yesterday, the owner of the coffin shop had given her directions, so she saved a lot of things today. When she arrived at the bullock cart point, there were not many people, and the driver was a familiar person.
"We'll leave after three or four more people. You sit down while I go say hello."
"okay."
The driver left with peace of mind, and the other people on the oxcart looked not surprised.
Not far away, a group gathered together, shouting and cursing loudly. Each person held a stick in their hand and beat someone severely.
"I said that if you dare to run, your legs will be broken immediately! Take him back!"
Sang Cheng was a little scared. He had met bad guys before when he was begging for food in Ping'an Town. He approached his wife.
Song Tingran saw the ferocious looks of those people and took Sang Cheng's hand to express comfort. At this time, the coachman came back with a few people.
"It's really scary. It's said that a boy from the restaurant ran away. He was caught after only a few steps. I took a quick look and thought, tsk tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, it's really a heavy blow!"
With lingering fear, the driver began to untie the scalper and prepared to leave. The people in the car started talking about this topic.
"This tavern is a formal one. Many people who cannot afford to support themselves are sent here to make money. If you are lucky, you will be able to make enough money in the future to redeem yourself. Why are you beating others?"
Song Tingran was very puzzled and asked casually. The people in the car shook their heads, but the driver kept listening.
"I estimate that the young boy who was beaten was sold by his family. This is a different story. The deed and other things are all there, and you have to do whatever you are told. If you run away during this period, it will be considered a beating. Death, that’s probably all it will be.”
"That's it."
Song Tingran understood. If he voluntarily stayed in the tavern, made a living, and solicited customers seriously, then of course everything would be fine, but if he escaped...
Suddenly her heart beat very fast, and she quickly asked the coachman: "How long does it take to get to Shuiyue Village?"
"Quick, this morning, there are no pedestrians or vehicles on the road. It will definitely be here in an hour at most."
The coachman finally found someone who was willing to chat, and wanted to say a few more words, but seeing that Song Tingran seemed tired, he shut up and drove the coach with peace of mind.
Sang Cheng was next to Song Tingran on the way, and the two fell asleep again. When they arrived at the place, they were woken up.
"You drove so steadily. We were already at the right place, and I didn't even wake up."
The coachman was very happy to hear this, and seeing their angry faces, he asked, "Are you here to visit relatives?"
"Yes, I'm looking for a family with the surname Chang. They also have a husband named Chang Yuqiao."
The coachman thought for a while and said that he had never heard of Changyu Bridge in Shuiyue Village, but there was indeed a family named Chang, and he pointed out the location enthusiastically.
Walking on the road to Shuiyue Village, the first thing I felt was that most of the people in this village were not wealthy, and the clothes they were wearing at this moment were particularly conspicuous.
"Excuse me, is this the elder's home?"
Song Tingran asked politely when he saw someone in the courtyard. The people inside were in a daze, then walked over and opened the door.
"You are?"
That was the right one. Song Tingran was very happy and quickly introduced her identity.
Hearing the commotion, several more people came out of the house. They were all very wary of Song Tingran and seemed not to welcome the outsider.
Song Tingran and Sang Cheng were outside the door, and the elders were in the courtyard. After talking for a long time, an old woman who could take care of things finally came out.
"Come in and sit down."
"Okay, thank you."
The furnishings in the courtyard are extremely simple, and the tables and chairs are rickety. It seems that the family is not in a good condition.
"You guys come to Qiao'er."
"Yes, I wrote a letter some time ago, but I haven't received a reply. I was worried, so I came to take a look."
The old woman sighed, picked up the cup, and took a sip of water, feeling very embarrassed.
Song Tingran noticed it and asked readily if something had happened.
"To tell you the truth, Qiao'er is a poor child. Her mother died when she was a child, and her father also remarried. The family couldn't afford to support her anymore, so she asked someone to sell her to a small restaurant in Ping'an Town. She never gave up again. Never came back.”