Everyone was still in shock, but saw Song Qiyue sitting there calmly, with an irreversible firm expression, her eyes had proved everything.
She said condensedly again, "Today, I will definitely pick up my mother."
This sentence is even more categorical and will not waver!
The moment seemed to be in a deadlock. I don't know what to do. The three of them were silent, but they all looked at Song Zhongchuan.
And Song Qiyue's gaze was also looking at him. In her cold eyes, she saw Song Zhongchuan clenching the dragon head cane, and he kept clenching it, as if all the suffocation was about to gather and burst out. The three of the Song family felt uncomfortable, and Song Zhongchuan's temperament was probably another family melee.
"Okay." But who knows, he did.
The three of the Song family were surprised again on the side. Song Zhongchuan held the crutch and said, "You can pick up your mother, but you have to stay for this meal."
Song Qiyue's cold eyes were deep, and Song Zhongchuan said again, "I finally came back, and I have to eat a meal."
This is almost a low-pitched tone or the violent patriarch, the Song family is silent, and then looking at Song Qiyue, she moved her lips and said, "I'll go and organize things first."
"Come with July to pack things, you know where they are." Song Zhongchuan again ordered Mrs. Song, but Song Xiangwan said, "Mom, I'll accompany you."
Song Qiyue had already got up, and Song Xiangwan helped her mother upstairs.
Song Zhongchuan was silent all the time, Song Lianheng said, "Dad, let me walk with you in the garden."
The two came to the garden, and Song Jinzhi was playing with Shao Yu. Song Jinzhi looked like a big boy in front of the children, playing with joy. When Shao Yu saw them coming, Song Zhongchuan waved at him, and the child walked over, "Uncle's garden is so beautiful."
"Really, do you like swings?" Song Zhongchuan asked.
"I like it." The child replied.
"Then go play."
The child ran away again, and the sound of laughter was very lively, like a natural sound.
This reminded Song Zhongchuan when they were both young, and it was the same at that time, and they even felt noisy, but now they just hope to be more lively.
In the villa, Song Qiyue returned to her room, and Mrs. Song said, "It hasn't changed, it's your favorite small floral bed sheet."
This is so familiar, as if she returned to the Song family back then, and Aunt Jun said the same. When Song Qiyue saw it, it was really the same as it was then, and there was really no change at all. Song Qiyue nodded, she went in and searched the cabinet and took some things.
Song Xiangwan went to find a cardboard box and put it aside, "Is one enough? If it is not enough, I will get it again."
Song Qiyue nodded without saying a word. In fact, she didn't want to take a lot of things, just some very small things. For example, the books that she loved to read when she was a child, and some nursery rhymes, poems, were bought by her mother while she was still alive. After taking some, Song Qiyue turned around and went to the attic. Mrs. Song went to prepare lunch, leaving Song Xiangwan to accompany Song Qiyue, and followed to the attic.
The attic where the sundries were stored was filled with many things. There were so many things from childhood. Song Qiyue continued to search and put a few books in the cardboard box. Song Xiangwan saw the record box. "Do you want a record? This is yours, there is "Carmen"..."
Song Xiangwan recognized it at a glance. Song Qiyue's album was handed to her, and Song Qiyue also took it. After reading one by one, he took out two of them, "Yours."
Those were "Madame Butterfly" and "Turandot", which Song Xiangwan liked. She also remembered that she took the record. Song Qiyue turned around again and put the rest in, Song Xiang Holding the record late, her lips moved slightly, trying to say something, "I..."
But she was suddenly interrupted, Song Qiyue turned her back and said, "You don't need to be here with me, I just want to pack things by myself."
Her back coldly refused, letting Song Xiangwan's words drown away. She frowned and just turned away. The record has forgotten to hold it lightly, and the strength is not grasped, so it trembles slightly.
The sound of the pace went away behind him, and Song Qiyue quietly packed his things by himself. During the search, the dust scattered and puffed up his nose. Song Qiyue walked to the window and opened the window. As soon as he opened the window, he heard Shao Yu's joyous voice.
Song Qiyue stood at the window and looked over, and saw that at the swing stand, Shao Yu was sitting on the swing, and Song Jinzhi was pushing it gently. Song Lianheng seemed to have come here too, he sat down side by side, and Song Zhongchuan was sitting under the umbrella in the distance. After watching for a long time, she saw her eldest aunt bring out tea. Later, Song Xiangwan also appeared.
The sun shed light, stinging Song Qiyue's eyes.
When Song Qiyue organized his things and came to the garden, Song Zhongchuan was telling a story to Shao Yu. He was probably tired from swinging, so he stopped. Shao Yu said, "Uncle, mother told me this story. Over."
"is it?"
"Well, but I haven't finished listening," Song Jinzhi asked with a shy smile, "Why?"
"Because I fell asleep." The child replied, and the adults laughed.
"The uncle will continue to tell you." Song Zhongchuan continued to tell the story of the "Clownfish" from where Song Qiyue disconnected, "They all think that other fish in the world are like that. Beauty, only oneself is the ugliest..."
"Once, a big shark swam by, and his powerful tail swung up and rolled up a large vortex, rolling two clownfish out of the coral reef. Two clownfish swam around in a panic, and they couldn’t find The coral reef where they were hiding was cracked, and they met together."
"Two clownfish, look at me, and I will look at you. The clownfish with the big head said to the small clownfish, alas, you look so beautiful, with such a small head. The small clownfish said to the big clownfish , Where, you are so beautiful, with such a big head."
"They both laughed."
"At this time, a lot of small fish are swimming to their side. Only then did the two clown fish notice that so many small fish, each one looks different, and the pattern on the body is different."
"All the little fish welcome these two new friends, and the two clown fish no longer feel ugly. They swim with everyone."
"All the little fishes in the coral reef understand that every fish is not ugly, because every fish is like themselves. The little fish swim here for a while, then swim there again, just like the wind blows them. From then on, they will live happily in this sea."
This story is eloquently told, in everyone’s heart, this is one of the few stories that Song Zhongchuan told when he was young. That day was probably when Song Jinzhi was going to tell a story at school, so as everyone’s eldest uncle, finally Said such a one.
Now, Song Jinzhi's eyes astringed inexplicably, and Song Lianheng couldn't make a sound.
Song Xiangwan was in a trance, he was the same clown fish, who envied whom, and who only saw himself. At that time, I still didn't understand the meaning of the story, but now I have an epiphany.
"Shaoyu, you are also a clownfish, a very beautiful clownfish." Song Zhongchuan said with a smile, but the child objected, "I don't want to be a clownfish, I want to be a Tyrannosaurus rex!"
At that moment, the slightly sentimental atmosphere was made by the child's nonsensical words. It was dimmed in an instant. Song Qiyue walked out at this time and the child immediately walked towards her, "Mom, my uncle told me the story of the clownfish. "
"I told you the story, did you say thank you?" Song Qiyue asked.
"Thank you, uncle." The child thanked, everyone looked at, the mother and son are so similar.
Seeing that it was almost time for lunch, the food was ready, and it was a hearty meal. Everyone was seated one by one, and the seat position did not change, except that one was added at this moment, for Shao Yu. This was the first time Shao Yu came to the Song family to eat. The Song family discovered that although the child was young, the tutoring was excellent. Such a small child would not make a sound when eating.
This is very different from Song Qiyue. Song Qiyue also understands etiquette but does not like to observe it. At this moment, where does the child inherit such etiquette? Could it be that he thought of the Mo family again.
This meal was very silent, but it was used peacefully. The end of the meal also means that the separation is imminent. Everyone moved to the side hall, Song Jinzhi was chatting with Shao Yu, and the children were reciting poems, making everyone admire.
Shao Yu memorized another poem, and Song Qiyue said, "Shao Yu, we are going back."
"Good." Although the child likes his uncle's family, he is not greedy.
The group fell silent again, Song Zhongchuan said, "You come with me."
So I turned to the east hall of the Song family, which is the hall and ancestral hall where the Song family's spiritual plaques are placed. There are many spiritual cards on it, and there are still scented roots in the incense altar. Song Zhongchuan went forward, picked up the incense to light it, bowed three times in front of the ancestor, and then offered the incense.
In silence, the Song family and others all stood lined up in the east hall.
Song Qiyue took the child and stood behind Song Zhongchuan. She looked at the ancestors and the ancestors, and looked at Aunt Jun's spiritual card, which was against her mother. She looked at everyone in silence, but she was not ashamed and blameless.
"For the last incense, you can take your mother with you." Song Zhongchuan said again, and Song Lianheng had already delivered the incense.
Song Qiyue took it silently, her heart was empty, and she bowed and offered the incense. Afterwards, Song Qiyue stepped forward and took her mother's spiritual card from the crowd. Mrs. Song had already taken the box, and Song Qiyue put the spiritual card in a careful package.
Shao Yu was watching, but the child didn't say a word.
Everything is over. Song Zhongchuan stood in the east hall, his back turned to her and looked at the faces of the ancestors and said, "Let's go."
Song Qiyue held the box in one hand and Shao Yu in the other, and left like this.
I only saw Song Zhongchuan staying in the east hall, while the others sent their mother and son away. Song Jinzhi was carrying a cardboard box for Song Qiyue and putting it in the trunk. Song Xiangwan stood at the door and said nothing. Shao Yu quietly came to Song Lianheng at this time, and he smiled and shouted, "Uncle."
"What's the matter?" Song Lianheng asked.
"Thank you, uncle, for the gift to me." The child raised his head and smiled brightly.
Song Lianheng was stunned, and realized what the child was talking about. He smiled slightly and said, "Shao Yu, if you are free in the future, let your mother take you to your uncle's house to play?"
The child thought about it and replied, "Okay!"
"Really good." Song Lianheng rubbed his hair lightly, and Song Qiyue shouted in the distance, "Shao Yu, let's go."
"Here." The child smiled at Song Lianheng and went to Song Qiyue's side.
The Song family looked at the car driving them, and left the Song family in a hurry when the Tathagata.
After leaving Song's house in the afternoon, Shao Yu asked, "Mom, are we going back to the hotel now?"
"No, mom takes you to another place."
"Where are you going?"
"Didn't Mom tell you to take you to see Grandma."
After that, Song Qiyue drove Shao Yu to the cemetery where his mother was buried. Although the mother's plaque was taken away, the cemetery was still here. It was the cemetery of the Song family. Arrived in the summer evening, and Shao Yu picked some wild flowers by the roadside, and then went up the stairs.
When he came to a tombstone, Shao Yu asked the portrait on the tombstone, "Mom, is she the grandmother?"
"She is mother's aunt and your aunt." Song Qiyue said, and the child shouted, "Aunt."
Put down a few flowers, and came to another tombstone. The child recognized it, "It's grandma! Like mother!"
"is it?"
"Yep!"
"Shao Yu, you can sing a song to grandma." Song Qiyue said with a smile, "Grandma is here, so lonely."
The child agreed, and he sang a nursery rhyme. The child's voice was soft, and it sounded quietly in this cemetery. In the evening, she stopped and waited, and again in the silence, she took the child and left down the mountain.
On the way down the mountain, Shao Yu asked, "Didn't my aunt also live here? Why is my grandmother alone?"
"Because my aunt has an aunt," Song Qiyue replied, "Grandma alone."
Although the child's heart does not understand what it is, it is a little sour. The delicate and sensitive one has noticed something. Shao Yu asked, "Mom, will you not go to live with your uncle's house in the future?"
"En." Song Qiyue nodded and went all the way.
"Where is mother's home?" Shao Yu asked, which stopped Song Qiyue's pace.
She actually didn’t know where her home was, this world is so big, which place is not home, but which place is really home, she looked back, and there were withered grass and luxuriant mountains and plains, Song Qiyue replied Does not come up.
Her hand was gently shook, and Song Qiyue looked down and saw the child's innocent face, "Mom, you come home with me! There is me and dad at home!"
What does the child know, he knows nothing, and the innocent words make people unbearable to break.
Song Qiyue drove back to the hotel, the night of Haicheng gradually came up, and the front was dimly yellow. Arriving in the parking lot ahead, Song Qiyue took the child and got out of the car.
Suddenly, Shao Yu shouted, "Dad!"
Song Qiyue raised her head to see that the light from the far away street lamp that came back from the light was so scorching that she squinted her eyes. He just stood there unbiased, not knowing how long he stood, and who was waiting for his return, but the figure was as tall as a mountain and unshakable.
The child has already dashed away, sprinting towards the figure of the man, as if about to run towards that ray of light.
Finally, Shao Yu had arrived on the other side. He stood beside the person and shouted at her not far away, "Mom, come on!"
Song Qiyue didn't know what kind of feeling he felt, it was too complicated. Obviously so close, but the other side seems very far away.
It is impossible to climb mountains and wading thousands of miles.