Chuan Shu 80: I am doing scientific research on the island

Lin Weidong was rushed to the hospital in time and saved his life. The wound required seven stitches. After the infusion at the hospital, he said he would not live there for anything. Unable to defeat him, Song Wenjun had to take him back.

It was still placed in the village headquarters. The local heater produced by the electrical appliance factory was also brought back along the way. Song Wenjun was very capable and quickly installed the heater in the entire village headquarters. He taught Lu Youshan how to turn on the stove and finally gave Lin Weidong a room to live in. Warm it up.

People watching the excitement surrounded the village on three levels inside and three levels outside.

To be honest, ever since Song Wenjun threw the shit, she opened up a new world for everyone.

No one had ever seen a local heater, and Lu Youshan looked disdainful. He didn't believe Song Wenjun said that the house would be as warm as spring.

But after the stove was heated up, in less than ten minutes, the whole village was warm. He was so tired that he was sweating all over, and he didn't feel cold even if he wore autumn clothes with more than a dozen patches.

"Second uncle, please keep an eye on the water level. If the water is low, add more. Isn't there a line? It cannot be lower than this line, otherwise there will be no water in the heater and it will explode."

"What the hell? Wenjun, why did you get a bomb and put it in the house?"

"You have to be afraid, I want someone else to do the watch at the village headquarters!" Song Wenjun was not used to his faults at all, so he said the words that scared him the most, and Lu Youshan suddenly became a coward.

"It's really interesting. Who is scared? Go out and ask around, who in Chishuigou Village is braver than me?"

Bragging is also the first. Song Wenjun smiled and turned to look at Lin Weidong.

"Comrades from the local police station went to the scene to investigate in the morning. Uncle, don't put too much hope in it. It's probably impossible to find anyone. It's too remote over there."

Lin Weidong nodded, "Wenjun, I know, I have put you through a lot of trouble this night."

"It's okay, I'm still young."

She looked at Lin Deshui strangely. This guy had been talking very little since last night. He seemed to be a filial son who was worried about his father.

"I'll go home and take a look at those vegetables and meat. Auntie, do you want me to find someone to help you take care of uncle?"

"No, no, Wenjun, don't bother everyone, I can do it alone."

To prevent outsiders from disturbing Lin Weidong's rest, Song Wenjun closed the door inside and came out.

Wen Nengwen blocked her and took out the stone in his pocket. “What is this?” Song Wenjun asked in surprise.

The stone was stained with blood and had dried, staining the stone dark red.

"It was this stone that hit Professor Lin."

Song Wenjun looked at him in surprise, "Brother Wen, you are serious."

"It's nothing." Wen Nengwen felt embarrassed for the first time when he was praised.

Inside the house, Lin Deshui looked at his pale father, then at his sad mother, and clenched his fists tightly.

"Dad, Mom, I'm going out and I'll be back in a while."

"Go ahead, your dad is with me. There are a lot of things in the factory, so don't delay your work." Mother Lin said.

After Lin Deshui came out, he let out a long sigh and his face was so gloomy that it could drip.

Lin Qianqian, Lin Qianqian, you are really a good daughter to your parents. They love you so much, but you treat your elderly father like this.

Others didn't know, but he knew clearly in his heart that he was the one who threw Lin Qianqian there. Besides her, who else could hit his father with a stone?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Lin Deshui had always had a bad temper. He was afraid that his parents would be worried and that Song Wenjun would look down on him, so he had been holding back until now.

He got on his motorcycle and headed straight to Lin Qianqian's husband's house. The dust on the road was so choking that Old Song coughed, and he cursed in anger.

"You little bastard, why are you rushing to be reincarnated? You bastard, how big is it to have a broken motorcycle?"

snort! His son’s salary can buy ten of them. Even if he were ten years younger, he would also buy one.

No, he is only in his early fifties and has a straight waist. He is going to the city to buy one tomorrow. As for money, isn't his daughter rich? She was not filial to herself, and the sky struck her like lightning.