Song Fu was kind-hearted, and Jixiang treated him as a filial father. Naturally, he treated Jixiang as his daughter. Although he felt a little embarrassed, he still hoped that his son could respect Jixiang like he respected his mother. Mother, at least in the last period of time, he wanted Jixiang's mother not to leave with regrets, but also wanted Jixiang to feel better, and also wanted Jixiang to feel that they were a real family, even if they were gone in the future. Mother, they are still here.
But as we all know, Ji Xiang's mother was just a rough servant of the Song family in the past, so at this time, Song Tong, the master, was asked to call her mother. Song Fu was worried that Song Tong would not be willing, but he just didn't want Song Tong to say anything. He agreed without saying anything. Song Fu was so happy that he patted Song Tong on the shoulder and said that his son was sensible.
At this time, Song Tong said "Mother" to Ji Xiang's mother very smoothly, even though he had been worried that he would never be able to say it.
Ji Xiang's mother's eyes suddenly became wet, and tears slid down along the dense eye lines. Song Tong came over and sat on the edge of the bed, took out the handkerchief, gently wiped her tears, and said softly: "Mother, are you there?" Whatever you say, just tell your son."
Jixiang's mother suddenly cried harder and twitched all over. She was already skinny and all the flesh on her face was gone, leaving only a layer of wrinkled skin. She looked a bit scary like this, but Song But Tong didn't feel disgusted at all. He gently wiped Jixiang's mother's tears again and again. Finally, he held Jixiang's mother's bony hand and said softly: "Mother, don't worry..."
He didn't say anything to reassure Jixiang's mother, but it was obvious that Jixiang's mother understood. She nodded and held Song Tong's hand firmly with both hands while choking up and saying, "As long as you are here, there is nothing wrong with me." Relieved."
Hearing what she said, Song Tong's nose suddenly became sore. Looking at the old woman's happy eyes, he swallowed the last half of the sentence "I will definitely take good care of Sister Jixiang". Go down.
He leaned down and gently hugged the frail old woman with only a handful of bones left.
That year, his mother passed away in a hurry, and he didn't have time to say goodbye to her. He just heard his father's heart-rending crying coming from the next door in his sleep.
He never dared to imagine that twenty-nine years later, he would still have the opportunity to hug his mother and say goodbye to her.
The skinny hands tremblingly wrapped around Song Tong's strong and muscular waist. The old woman trembled and said: "Auspiciousness brings blessing... My son is blessed..."
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Behind the curtain, Ji Xiang covered his mouth tightly and let his tears slide down.
April 18, the second year of Tianding
Qinghai General Mansion.
This is the third month since Mu Nanshan came to Qinghai.
He was the first Qinghai general in the history of the Dali Dynasty, so he had to sort out all the details one by one. Naturally, he was very busy. He had not had a day off since he took office, and this day was no exception.
Mu Nanshan had breakfast and then went to the front yard. He saw the guard trotting over. He stopped at the door of the study, frowned and asked, "What happened in such a hurry?"
"General, please send me an urgent message from Beidi, six hundred miles away." The guard said as he took out the letter from the backpack on his back and put it in front of Mu Nanshan with both hands.
As soon as he heard the word "Beidi", Mu Nanshan's brows furrowed even more. He looked at the familiar hairpin pattern on the letterhead, and a strong feeling of disgust suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"In the future, there is no need to send urgent mail from Beidi. They can be forwarded directly to the capital." Mu Nanshan said coldly, turning around and entering the study.