MTL - Stepmother-Chapter 35 i am not me

Zhong Jianguo sat down and stared at Song Zhaodi: "How do you plan to make it up?"

"Have I lied to you?" Song Zhaodi didn't wait for him to speak this time, she said first, "I concealed some of the facts."

Zhong Jianguo made a "hmm" when he heard the door open and stood up quickly: "I guess Xiao Li sees that I haven't been there, come over to see what's wrong with me." It really is Xiao Li, "Tell Zhang Zhengwu, there is something at home today, I will be there later."

"Okay." Xiao Li turned around and went out.

Zhong Jianguo came back and said, "Go ahead, I'm all ears!"

"I am not me." Song Zhaodi said.

Zhong Jianguo was not surprised at all: "I saw it early. However, what puzzled me is, how did you deceive Song Zhaodi's family and the entire Xiaosong Village? "

"Do you really want to hear it?" Song Zhaodi asked, "If I say it, you may have nightmares tonight."

Zhong Jianguo: "Then I won't hide it from you. When our troops were training before, I slept on the grave and slept until dawn."

"You are amazing!" Song Zhaodi was convinced, "Before she went to college, Song Zhaodi never thought of changing her destiny through knowledge. Her original idea was to return to the county to become a high school teacher after graduating from college. But When she went to report at Binhai Normal University, she and her mother visited your house, your stepmother's house to be exact. Your stepmother—"

Zhong Jianguo interrupted her: "Wait, have you been to my house? Then why doesn't my stepmother know she is a college student?"

In the beginning of the spring, Song Zhaodi had a relationship with her partner, and the two imagined that they would get married after graduation. However, neither of them dreamed of it, and their plans could not keep up with the changes.

"Song Zhaodi's object ran away secretly, Song Zhaodi was very sad, and before she could adjust, the great revolution began and the school was closed. Song Zhaodi was afraid that others would find out her relationship with the man, so she returned to the small school Song Cun. You already know what happens next."

Zhong Jianguo: "I don't know."

"The object is gone, her studies are interrupted, if she doesn't marry an ordinary worker Wang Degui, and if she doesn't marry an officer Zhong Jianguo who has a child, then Song Zhaodi can only be left." Seeing that Zhong Jianguo wanted to speak, Song Zhaodi said, " Don't worry, listen to me why.

"Song Zhaodi was twenty-two years old last year. At this age, she has just graduated from college in the city, and may not have graduated yet. But in the countryside, almost all the older girls are married. Better conditions than the Wang family, Young men who are more expensive and neater than Wang De have almost all of them.

"Song Zhaodi wants to find a man with a good family background, similar age to her, and not low education, so she can only find a man in the city. What's the situation in the city, there are revolutions everywhere, family Those with slightly better conditions would not dare to go out, let alone marry. I have said this before.

"Song Zhaodi thought about this at the time, and also thought that you were coming back to meet her, and cried for several nights. I guess her heart was also a little troubled. , anyway, I cried myself to death."

Zhong Jianguo clapped and applauded: "It's well edited."

Song Zhaodi rolled her eyes, the stinky man said, "Do you really want to know what I did with Song Zhaodi's body? I didn't." After a pause, "I have read "Liao Zhai" in "Liao Zhai" "?"

Zhong Jianguo sighed in his heart: "Change head?"

"Oh, if you ask Wang Degui this question, he will definitely say he doesn't know." Song Zhaodi said.

Zhong Jianguo snorted: "Go on, don't talk to others."

"Okay." Song Zhaodi raised her head: "It's not changing my head, I don't even have neck lines on my neck. In fact, I don't know how I came here. I was originally a hundred years later. people."

Zhong Jianguo opened his eyes wide, realizing that he was nervous, took a deep breath to relax himself, and warned himself not to show his cowardice in front of Song Zhaodi.

Song Zhaodi glanced at him and smiled: "When I was flying from the United States to France, there was an accident on the plane. I thought I was going to die, so I took a picture with my mobile phone and sent it - how should I explain it. That The technology of the era was too advanced for me to explain it, it was something like a last word. After I wrote it, I lost consciousness.”

"Then let's skip this paragraph." Zhong Jianguo couldn't help clenching his hands, pretending to be calm, "Continue."

Song Zhaodi: "After I woke up, I became Song Zhaodi, which is what you see now - Song Zhaodi's body and my soul. Because when I got to Song Zhaodi, her The soul has not all disappeared, but by my soul fusion, I have her memory.

"I deliberately disguised it again, and Song Zhaodi's family didn't realize that her soul had disappeared. I think so. As for whether there are souls and ghosts in the world, I have never seen them in my last life, nor in this life. I have seen it. However, I believe in karma. So, I will take care of the Song family as my family. "

Zhong Jianguo doesn't believe it, but only in this way can explain the various wrongs of Tong Song Zhaodi: "Why don't you continue to pretend? I see that you are acting very well, and you can continue to act."

"My body is only twenty-three years old this year, if I live to seventy-three or ninety-three, wouldn't I have to act for seventy years?" Song Zhaodi rolled her eyes at him, "Life It's not acting, I'm not a natural actor, and I wasn't a famous actor in my last life, so I can't hide it for too long if I'm willing to hide it."

Zhong Jianguo said for her: "So you don't act at all, do whatever you want?"

"Yes." Song Zhaodi said, "The person you live with is me from a hundred years later, not the original Song Zhaodi. I want to be myself, and I don't want you to treat me as someone else."

Zhong Jianguo swallowed his saliva and pinched his leg secretly. He couldn't be nervous or show his cowardice: "You were a tailor in your last life?"

"I was a fashion designer in my last life." Song Zhaodi said, "I only design clothes for celebrities and dignitaries. Those actors in the entertainment industry, such as celebrities of this era, want to find me to design clothes, it depends on my mood how."

Zhong Jianguo twitched the corners of his mouth: "I can see your temper."

"Your eyes are powerful enough." Song Zhaodi said in a bad tone.

Zhong Jianguo had a smile on his face: "I'll take you as a compliment. You don't worry about your family when you come here?"

"I don't have any relatives." Song Zhaodi said, "My father doesn't care about my mother, I can go to a French university to study fashion design, thanks to the support of a kind person. Don't think about it, she's a woman, very rich A very gentle and beautiful woman. Unfortunately, she was taken away by a wolf before she graduated from college."

Zhong Jianguo was speechless: "Even if she doesn't get married, it's impossible for anything to happen to you."

"My hobby man, I don't want to have anything to do with her." Song Zhaodi muttered, "What else do you want to ask, after one time, I don't have to say I lied to you again."

Zhong Jianguo had a headache when she saw her broken jar: "Aren't you married yet?"

"I'm not married, and I don't have children." Song Zhaodi said, "I was born in a cold family where my father doesn't care for my mother and doesn't love my mother. Although I hope to have a warm home in the future, I don't want to try. I was thirty-seven years old when I was in 2067. If you still don't believe me, you can try it out with someone, my French is better than English."

Zhong Jianguo: "I believe you are not Song Zhaodi. You have a great background and can make clothes. As for how much of your words come true—"

"You can't verify if it's all fake." Song Zhaodi said confidently, "You might see me at that time if you live to be a hundred years old. However, I won't tell you, you I don't know which little girl is the old me."

Zhong Jianguo choked and really wanted to slap her: "Then should you tell me now what is your name?"

"Liu Ling." Song Zhaodi said, "same surname as Master Liu, a clever spirit." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, "Hello, Zhong Jianguo, my soul is seven years older than you." , It's strange, "Song Zhaodi, who is eight years younger than you physically."

Zhong Jianguo squeezed her hand tightly. Song Zhaodi gasped, and Zhong Jianguo let go: "Have you been with a lot of people in your past life?"

"There are several." Song Zhaodi said, "At that time, people got married and divorced faster than eating a meal. Wait, when did you find out?"

Zhong Jianguo: "From the time you said the kitchen is not bad, I don't believe you have only been with one object."

"Observe carefully enough." Song Zhaodi said it, her eyes widened suddenly, "Zhong Jianguo, you **** make trouble with me, it's not because you suspect that I have a lot of objects, and think I'm indiscreet woman?"

Zhong Jianguo's face flashed a trace of discomfort: "This is not important."

"This is very important." Song Zhaodi said solemnly, "Although I was involved in Vanity Fair in my last life, I was very lucky to have the help of nobles, and I don't need to exchange my body for anything.

"My noble man doesn't like people who have a messy private life, and I don't dare to mess around with that. As for the kitchen, it's all about teasing you. Whoever makes you tease, you'll be covered all over. Stiff, flushed face, hands and feet in sync."

When Zhong Jianguo calmed down, he also realized that Song Zhaodi was deliberately teasing him: "Is this deliberately teasing me today?"

"Of course." Song Zhaodi took out the shirt tucked into her trousers, "This shirt can cover the buttocks, take out the hem, I wear these trousers out, and no one will say anything. "Stand up and ask Zhong Jianguo to see for himself.

Zhong Jianguo frowned: "The top is a little tight, did you change it yourself?"

"What to change?" Song Zhaodi said, "My mother made this shirt when I was seventeen years old. Later, it grew, and the top became smaller. If you don't make trouble with me, I'll take this shirt off and make vests for your three cubs."

Zhong Jianguo looked at her: "Can you make three sets of this one?"

"I can't." Song Zhaodi said, "How many sets can be made, you can only find out if you take them apart. Even if it's not enough, I have a way to spell it out. When my mother made this dress, I hoped it would turn out. Song Zhaodi can wear it for three to five years. However, I didn't expect my **** to grow."

Zhong Jianguo rubbed his forehead: "It's fine if you open your mouth and chest and shut your **** in front of me. When you go outside, be more reserved. I beg you."

"I'm not stupid." Song Zhaodi said, "Besides, I haven't lived enough."

Zhong Jianguo relaxed: "Be careful in front of children."

"Wait a minute, you won't ask any more questions? Just accept it." Song Zhaodi was very surprised.

Zhong Jianguo snorted: "The flaws in your whole body are not covered up. I have long guessed that you are not Song Zhaodi who lived in Xiaosong Village. What do you do. But I never dreamed that what you are proficient in is not hidden weapons, marksmanship, translation, etc., but actually making clothes."

Dressing at home is too tiring. However, she didn't want to confess to Zhong Jianguo so quickly, "Knowing that I'm not Song Zhaodi, and you dare to sleep in the same bed with me, you're very kind."

Zhong Jianguo: "Helping the teachers in the school won't do you any good, and indirectly burning the clothes of unknown origin won't do you much. If you are from the other side, it's unnecessary. Do this. Lao Jiang can't wait for the chaos on the island to turn into a pot of porridge.

"Don't say that you are trying to buy people's hearts. You stay in the house during the day and are too lazy to socialize, and when you sleep at night, you are like a dead pig. You are a spy, and a thousand lives are not enough for you. Play." Pause for a moment, take a breath, "Unless the Jiang family is gone."

"Do I still have to thank you?" Song Zhaodi said angrily.

Zhong Jianguo waved his hand: "No. Excluding the fact that you are not a spy, I am more curious about the purpose of your marriage than my own safety. Now I know. I will go to the camp."

"You finished asking, I haven't asked yet." Song Zhaodi knew very well that Zhong Jianguo liked her, and it was because he liked her that he accepted her so quickly. But he clearly likes her but he doesn't admit it, probably because he thinks she's inappropriate before, and plans to go further with her after crossing the hurdle in his heart, "You don't want to know about future generations?"

Zhong Jianguo: "You already said it."

"I, when did I say that?" Song Zhaodi didn't understand.

Zhong Jianguo: "You told Qian Qinghua that within 20 years, the country will resume the college entrance examination. I see that you are not worried at all, you know that the chaos is only temporary, and the days to come will be more and more the better.

"I want to ask you about the army, but you, a little tailor, don't even know that the rank system has been cancelled. I ask you? Why don't I read more newspapers and listen to the radio more ."

Song Zhaodi grabbed what was at hand and smashed it.

Zhong Jianguo hurriedly held her arm: "Just kidding, kidding, don't be angry. You tell me what the military strength of China will be in a hundred years."

"Actually, I really don't know, I only know that our country has an aircraft carrier and can wrestle with the Americans." Song Zhaodi said, "The United States regards China as its biggest opponent."

Zhong Jianguo frowned: "Not the Soviet Union?"

"It's not the Soviet Union." Song Zhaodi said, "The Soviet Union was disintegrated. I don't know when it happened. I studied fashion design, not history."

Zhong Jianguo nodded: "The United States regards China as an opponent, which shows that China is strong enough, and I know this is enough."

"It's also your generation that forbears and forbears, and that's the future of China." Song Zhaodi said.

Zhong Jianguo smiled bitterly: "I can't eat a fat man, and I have nothing, I can't bear it. I'm leaving."

"Are we going to be like this in the future, or will we be a real couple?" Song Zhaodi got up and saw him off.

Zhong Jianguo staggered for a moment, and couldn't help but help his forehead: "Song Zhaodi, you can speak more subtle, I can understand."

"There are no outsiders." Song Zhaodi said, "Don't you feel awkward that the husband and wife are still half-concealed? I."

Zhong Jianguo's eyelids jumped: "I threw the key into the sea long ago." Without waiting for Song Zhaodi to speak, he ran to the door. Looking back, the home did not disappear. He twisted his arm and squeaked in pain. He couldn't help but say, "God sent me to torment me." After saying this, Zhong Jianguo was stunned, Song Zhaodi said about her before. It was sent by God.

So?

Song Zhaodi never lied.

"Dad, Daddy, are you going to work?"

Zhong Jianguo turned his face and saw Dawa and Erwa leading Sanwa out of Lin's house, "What are you doing? Zhong Dawa."

"I have something to do with my mother." Dawa said.

Zhong Jianguo: "Co-authoring is driving me away." When he approached, he asked, "What are you doing with your mother?"

"Ma Zhenxing said that my clothes are good-looking and wanted to ask my mother to help him make a set. He went home and asked his mother for cloth." Zhong Dawa grinned, "Dad, my mother will agree. ?"

Zhong Jianguo glanced back subconsciously, thinking that the woman in the room said that she only makes clothes for celebrities and politicians, and a tick on the corner of his mouth: "Your mother is very happy. In the forest, if you still have cloth at home, You can also take it to your aunt and ask her to make you a vest or pants, which you can keep for summer. Her workmanship is very good, and the clothes she makes look good and save on cloth."