C176 Song Zhixiao's Letter to the Family

Duan Buyan was right, the strong surviving, the weak being eliminated, Jiang Ting was naturally not unfamiliar with the rules of the battlefield. At that moment, all his doubt and worry was that he did not know how to explain it to the Song Family, or perhaps, to Mian Niang.

Mian Niang protected her family very well. If she knew that her brother would always be facing death on the battlefield, who knew how she would be worried.

He didn't lie. He chose to hide part of the truth.

"You didn't tell I am a brother about the situation at home, right?"

Jiang Ting knew that she was talking about his father's death.

He nodded. "No."

Song Zhixiao knew his identity, and was afraid that he had come to frame him again. He was on guard against him at all times, and got his brother's letter personally, and even suspected that he had forced his younger brother and sister to write a letter. What was even more embarrassing, was that Song Zhixiao was able to recognize that the knee guard was not his mother's and sister's red dress with a single glance, which further deepened Song Zhixiao's suspicions.

To directly say that he owed him a great favor, waiting for him to repay it.

But even so, Song Zhixiao still did not believe him completely, he even suspected that their General Commander Duan was being held hostage.

He didn't want to say these things, he didn't want to say them.

Mian Niang nodded his head, for a moment she did not know what to say, the word "thank you" seemed to be too soft, but her family did not have anything to give him in return.

"Mr. Jiang, you are my savior. No matter what happens in the future, if you have any orders, just a word and I will do my best to help you."

It was as if he felt that just saying it out loud was too light, Mian Niang raised his hand, and swore.

With Jiang Ting's eyesight, he was naturally able to clearly see her serious expression. He curled his lips slightly, and suddenly had the intention of teasing her.

"Whatever it is?"

Originally, Mian Niang wanted to say that she wouldn't violate the principles. However, after thinking about it, she felt that if it was really a critical moment, it was not impossible for him to go against her own principles. Furthermore, this Mr. Jiang didn't seem to want to make such an unreasonable request.

After saving him several times, Mian Niang had a lot of trust in this person whose origins were unknown.

This kind of seriousness actually caused Jiang Ting to have no choice but to take it seriously as well. He turned serious, and said with the same serious tone: "Alright, I'll remember your words."

After passing the silver, he turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped by Mian Niang.

"Mr. Jiang, I cannot blame you for the matter of the Mei Family. Even if you want to solve this problem, you have to know your limits and do not let yourself be in danger."

At the same time he turned around, he placed his hand on Mian Niang's shoulder as well, "This was my fault in the first place. It was because I did not consider everything that has happened that I nearly implicated all of you.

Mian Niang lowered her head and looked at the hand on her shoulder.

Jiang Ting also noticed where his hand was placed and quickly pulled it back. He immediately explained: "I don't have any other intentions, I am rude, I hope female mother will forgive me."

The two of them spoke softly, afraid that they would wake up the people sleeping in the main house.

Instinctively, he wanted to comfort her and persuade her. Jiang Ting himself didn't know why that hand would fall on Mian Niang's shoulder. He was always the one who rejected contact with other people the most.

The chicken crowed for the first time.

Worried that the more he said and did, the more mistakes he would make. Jiang Ting did not say anything else and bid farewell hastily.

Mian Niang watched him cross the wall as his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

He was afraid that if Wu Niang used another evil move, the Mr. Jiang would be in danger.

The silver ingot in his hand was still warm as he thought about the hand on his shoulder, the heat that had just retreated once again ignited.

However, he was still unable to stop himself from worrying about his elder brother. He entered the room with the letter and hurriedly lit up the lamp, reading the letter from beginning to end.

What Jiang Ting said was true, it was in Brother A's handwriting. As expected, the letter mentioned the issue of the silver, which was a reward from his superior, just like what Jiang Ting had said. However, Brother A in the letter only mentioned about the situation at the border a few times, and most of them were worried about their parents and siblings, especially Mian Niang.

He admitted that he was too impulsive and softhearted to allow Mei Family an excuse, causing his sister to be abandoned and thrown back home. In the letter, he repeatedly reminded his parents not to make things difficult for his sister.

Mian Niang read the letter a few times, and the tears in her eyes had already filled up.

She didn't know how to tell Brother A that everything that happened at home was caused by her.

Ah Gou didn't voice out his bitterness in his heart, but when Mian Niang thought about what Jiang Ting had said, it was hard not to think about Ah Gou's difficulties in surviving.

Just as her mind was wandering, the door suddenly opened. Madame Song and Li, who were leaning on crutches and draped clothes, walked in with faces full of impatience.

"What are you doing sneaking around without sleeping in the middle of the night?"

"Mother, Mr. Jiang has returned with Brother's reply."

Mian Niang handed the letter over, then picked up the silver ingot and handed it over to her mother: "There's also this."

Seeing her son's letter, Madame Song was even more agitated than Mian Niang. She could not care about anything else, as she held the letter in her hand and chanted "my son".

Her tears also flowed out in an instant, and her eyes could not see the silver ingot. She even forgot to look into the matter of her daughter meeting with Jiang Ting at night.

Mian Niang didn't dare to dissuade her mother from crying. She could only go to the stove and bring a bowl of warm water in front of his mother.

Madame Song Li drank a mouthful of water, and her mood slightly eased. She wiped her tears, and sent the letter back to her daughter.

Mian Niang looked at her in astonishment.

She said harshly, "Why are you looking at me like that? Do I understand? "Read it to me."

Mian Niang suddenly realised, and immediately took the letter back and read the contents of the letter again.

Reading this letter the second time, Mian Niang's heart was still heavy.

When she finished reading the letter, Madame Song and Madame Li were already on the verge of tears.

Mian Niang nodded her head lightly. Her mother was right, this silver was something that Ah'ge had exchanged with her life on the line for.

If she could choose, she would rather not have the money. She also wanted to see Ah Gou standing in front of her, safe and sound, living a poor and safe life.

Madame Song Li forgot about her emotions and sat on the brick bed, forgetting to leave. It was only when Mian Niang started working the second time that she came back to her senses.

Wiping away the tears on his face, he kept the letter and the silver and asked coldly, "Did that Mr. Jiang tell you how he was doing? Is he hurt? Is there any frost? "

Suffering from bullying?

If her son was standing in front of her, Madame Song would have a lot of questions, but at this moment, she only had a few words to say.

"He said it's okay, the army's garb is better than our family's, and the food is also pretty good. Ah Gou can eat meat from time to time, it's really bitter, fighting, training, standing guard, sentry, these are all things a soldier must do. Ah Gou's ability on the battlefield is enough to protect himself now …"

The expression in Mian Niang's eyes as she looked at her mother became more and more unable to continue. They would be willing to live a peaceful life at home even if they couldn't eat meat once a year.

Madame Song Li sighed, her thoughts were just as Mian Niang had expected.

Thinking of the information in his son's letter, he could not help but feel aggrieved for his son.

"In the future, think about it a little, don't meet people in private in the middle of the night, if there is nothing else, it will become a problem. Tell me, Yours is still concerned about you at the border and is afraid that his family will make things difficult for you.

Her resentment for her daughter was like a secret hidden in her bosom.

Mian Niang himself was guilty, she did not try to refute, and was worried that she would scare her, so it was even more impossible for him to tell her about the dangers of the night.

Madame Song Li disliked her appearance the most, which made her seem like the person who was making trouble for nothing.

He was even more unwilling to talk to her.

He turned around and was about to leave, but the moment he pushed open the door, he turned back and said to Mian Niang with an awkward tone: "If that Mr. Jiang comes back next time, I want to see him."

She wanted to hear the story of her son from the Mr. Jiang himself.

Song Zhixiao, who was far away at the border, was that piece of Li Niang meat, and it caused her to be worried and yearned for him. Many nights, after tossing and turning, as he dreamed deeply, what he saw was his son standing in front of his with a face full of blood.

Mian Niang nodded, she did not say that Mr. Jiang might not come again in the future.

Seeing the door shut, Mian Niang was stunned for a moment before she continued with her work.

When Song Zhien woke up in the morning, Madame Song Li read the letter again while pulling her youngest son's hand. She confirmed that it was indeed her eldest son's handwriting.

Observing his expression, Song Zhien did not say much. After putting on his shoes, he went down to the ground, washed his face, and went to help the Sis A with his work. After entering the room, he tugged at the corner of Mian Niang's clothes and asked softly: Sis A, when did the Mr. Jiang come here, how come I did not know?

The child wholeheartedly worshiped this Mr. Jiang and even wanted to learn from him. Since he had come, he didn't even know that it was him, so the regret in Song Zhien's heart could be imagined.

The sky was already bright, so Mian Niang used the time it took to bring water to take a walk outside. There were indeed no traces left in the courtyard, so it was impossible to tell at all that a life and death lawsuit had occurred here last night. That Mr. Jiang was really good at this sort of thing.

Looking at his brother's complaining eyes, Mian Niang's emotions became a little complicated. Thinking back to last night's dangerous situation, he actually didn't know whether his brother should learn from the Mr. Jiang or not.