The brush calligraphy is actually not very good, crooked like earthworms, so it took her a long time to recognize it.
[Ashu is the head of the family]
Song Yaoyao read it softly, and there was also a signature and seal on it, signed by Huo Wuyong.
"Ashu is my mother's nickname, and the characters are written by the old man, which is quite ugly."
The man complained unceremoniously.
Song Yaoyao was taken aback for a moment, but she was quite envious, her brother's parents must have a very good relationship.
It's just that he was so abnormal that Song Yaoyao was very worried and panicked.
Huo Yunque sat calmly by the piano, his big palms were thin and his fingers were well-knit, and he tapped the piano keys carelessly.
Do-re-mi, do-re-mi...
Repeat these three tones all the time.
Song Yaoyao cautiously moved to sit beside Huo Yunque and looked at him quietly.
Noticing the little girl's worried eyes and the strong maternal breath permeating her body, Huo Yunque couldn't help but laugh.
"What's wrong?"
"no no… "
"Don't lie!" Huo Yunque's voice sank.
Song Yaoyao immediately sold Uncle Zhang cowardly.
Huo Yunque held his forehead and squeezed the space between his brows.
Of course he wouldn't blame Uncle Zhang for this kind of thing, and he also knew what Uncle Zhang was doing.
only-
He lowered his eyes, watched the little girl tugging at the corner of his clothes in fear, and murmured: "Brother, don't be sad, I will accompany you from now on—"
The little girl's voice was soft and waxy, she looked serious, and her whole body radiated light.
Inexplicably, Huo Yunque swallowed that explanation back.
Nod, "OK."
His mother chose to die by euthanasia after she fell ill.
He still remembers that day, the family put on new clothes and had a happy meal. Then his mother held him in her arms and kissed him, telling him to be happy no matter what, and she would always watch him in heaven.
Then she walked into the ward without looking back.
At that time, Mr. Huo, whose hair was not yet gray, was with him outside, and neither father nor son shed tears.
Because my mother also said: Sooner or later we will meet again, it's just a matter of time. So, before that, remember to be happy!
Yes, it's just a matter of time.
Everyone dies, at least my mother's death was not painful.
The Huo family has a great career, but Huo Yunque's living environment was not complicated when he was a child. There is no rich and powerful family, intrigue.
Mother's death did not become a family taboo.
At least, Mr. Huo always had a smile on his face when he mentioned his dead wife.
Most of the memories left by the other party are good and worth remembering.
But looking at the little girl's appearance, she seemed to be overthinking, and her eyes were red when she felt sorry for him.
He lowered his head and held his big palm.
Her little hands were limp, boneless, like a ball of cotton in her hands.
It was very quiet in the greenhouse.
Song Yaoyao suddenly said, "Brother, shall I play a tune for you?"
"oh?"
Huo Yunque raised his eyebrows, but he was really surprised, "Can you play?"
"Of course~ I know a lot~ I'm a treasure girl~~"
Her voice was extremely sweet, and she proudly puffed out her small chest, extremely proud of herself.
The invisible tail behind is swaying, as if saying: Look at me, look at me! I am cute and know more! choose me!
"Cough..."
The man was wearing a loose shirt with the hem hanging down naturally. He nodded slightly, elegant and dignified.
"Then I'll wait and see."
He leaned on the imperial concubine's couch, propped his head with one hand, and his coat was draped over his shoulders.