Chapter 7: I have failed in my past life, so I must not fail in this life That night, Cao Yukun almost suffered from insomnia. This...is totally illogical! So what's so good about Cao Yukun that makes someone like Song Hongxing want to give his daughter to him? If one fails, try the second one right away? Your cost-effectiveness in saving lives is quite high, Comrade Song! But the problem is, although Cao Yukun is extremely handsome, he is stupid! A wealthy man like Song Hongxing, especially one who lives in the countryside, would not know that the original owner was not even Lu Bu among men, but at best Red Hare among horses? With his intelligence, could he also be a fan of appearance? Be puzzled. It even disrupted Cao Yukun's plan to make a fortune.
He felt that it seemed that Song Hongxing really wanted him to be his son-in-law! I fell asleep confusedly, but suddenly it started to rain outside the window at night, and it kept on dripping, which seemed to add to my sorrow. When I woke up in the morning and looked out the window, the whole mountain was covered with fog, the distant mountains were foggy, and the nearby water was misty. The light rain continues to fall. During breakfast, Cao Yukun's mother suddenly muttered, "When you two leave later, bring some clothes for Xiaohui and Nannan." Both father and son responded silently. This is about Cao Yukun's younger brothers and sisters, who did not study in their hometown, but went to Huguan Township. The older one, Cao Yuhui, is in the third grade of junior high school, and the younger girl, Cao Yumin, is in the first grade of junior high school this year. They were supposed to live on campus, but as the deputy director of the police station, they had some convenient facilities. There were two small dormitories in the station, one for men and one for women, for the police to rest temporarily. However, people only rested there at noon, and there was no one there at night. So Cao Weiguo made a bed for each of them, and the two of them stayed there at night. It was convenient and safe. It was raining, so the mountain road was bound to be muddy and difficult to walk on. Cao Weiguo had to go to work and Cao Yukun had a date, so they didn't dare to waste time. They hurriedly ate breakfast and packed their clothes, and the father and son went down the mountain on a motorcycle. They didn't dare ride fast for fear of falling, but even so, when they got down the mountain and onto the main road, they were all covered in mud. They dropped off their father at the gate of Huguan Township Office, and he specially dragged him into the office, found a towel for him, wiped the mud off his raincoat, and then let him go. However, he caught up with her very quickly. Cao Yukun was sitting astride the motorcycle and saw him walking towards him with a slight limp. He thought he had something else to say, so he waited for him to speak. However, he stood in front of the motorcycle but did not speak for a long time. His temperament is indeed a bit dull. After several seconds, he finally said, "Ride slower." Then he turned around and went back to the station. Cao Yukun stood there in a daze for a long time, savoring the meaning of his words. Well, this old guy used to be a scout in the army. He was injured in the south in 79. Although he won a second-class merit, his leg could not be healed, so he retired. In the original owner's memory, in his early years he was more accustomed to communicating with his son using fists, feet and bamboo sticks. I haven't beaten him in the past two years, even though my son has caused such a big disaster. But he still speaks very little. This made Cao Yukun suddenly think of his father in his previous life. An old man who is obviously a teacher, and who explains questions to students in a simple and easy-to-understand manner, patiently guides and is very amiable, but when he returns home, he has almost nothing to say to his son.
I couldn't help but sigh to the sky. The drizzle was just covering the sky. Cao Yukun fumbled for a long time and took out a cigarette from his pocket, but just as he lit it and took a puff, half of the cigarette was wet and went out - he took two puffs before realizing that it was out. He didn't know what happened at this moment, but suddenly, he became inexplicably irritated and threw the cigarette into the rain with all his strength. It’s not that I’m so nostalgic about my past life, it’s mainly because my funeral affairs have not been dealt with yet! If I had known that I would travel through time, I would have definitely taken care of my affairs in advance. All along, the stubborn and silent old man taught me this: You must know the beginning and the end of your own affairs, and you must have a good start and a good end. Ugh…… Just think about it, an old man and woman from the countryside who had only traveled far away three times in their entire lives, but now they have to travel thousands of miles to handle their son's funeral! I don’t know how much I’m going to cry! Moreover... just to inherit the little savings and house left behind after my death, the series of certificates they need to provide will be enough to put them in a very difficult situation. There is still a loan on the house, and the market is not good, so it probably won't be easy to sell. Even if I manage to sell it, I don't know if I can offset the outstanding debt. Grass! Is this considered sudden death? Probably. I should have bought some accident insurance or something like that. He let out a long sigh. At this moment, he felt so complicated that he couldn't describe it. He didn't know how much time had passed, he just sat there on the motorcycle, until his mood finally calmed down. ………… Strangely enough, the rain gradually stopped just a few miles away from Huguan Township. When Cao Yukun entered the city, there was even a vague feeling that the clouds and fog were about to clear. The cobblestone road became even more slippery after the rain, and Cao Yukun rode very carefully. Seeing that the Sifang Teahouse was just ahead, he turned the corner and saw the Volvo car from yesterday at the first sight. Oh, by the way, it’s not called Volvo now, it’s called Volvo. But at this time, a young man was standing next to the car smoking. I don’t know if it was because he heard the sound of a motorcycle or it was a subconscious feeling, but Cao Yukun had just turned the corner when he suddenly turned his head to look over here - he was a little thin, but his facial features were clear, and he seemed to have a strong scholarly air. In her appearance and facial features, one can vaguely see the shadow of Song Yuhua from yesterday. It's just that his expression seems a little unfriendly. Full of scrutiny. When Cao Yukun carefully rode to the entrance of Sifang Teahouse, stopped his bike, and looked up again, he even revealed a hint of contempt and dissatisfaction without disguising it. A feeling of suppressed anger. Tut tut... Cao Yukun had met him more than once. Although it was well known that he had a good father, he was also a famous entrepreneur in the county. He went to the county for meetings, and county leaders came to inspect his factory more than once. However, it was obvious that Young Master Song did not know the young driver at that time. After turning off the engine, pulling out the key and getting out of the car, Cao Yukun first took off his raincoat, casually shook it off to get rid of the rain, then simply folded it, held it in his hand, smiled and nodded at the man standing by the car across the street.
Song Yuhuai pursed his lips, suddenly threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground, then without even looking at it, turned the car around, opened the driver's door, sat in, and slammed the door shut. Tut tut... Cao Yukun was not annoyed, but found it quite amusing. He turned around and walked into the Sifang Teahouse with his raincoat. I’m still listening to the waves at Mudan. Walking up the creaky stairs, twenty-four hours later, Cao Yukun knocked on the door again. This time there was a clear voice from inside, "Come in." (End of this chapter)