When she knelt down, the uncle yelled again for a long time, "I knew you would ruin our Song family's style so long ago, you shouldn't have taken you back then! Look at how you are now, what kind of public relations you are! It is said that others thought that our Song family was downright! If anyone doesn't like it, you want to like your uncle! What a misfortune!"
The uncle vented angrily, and Aunt Jun said, "Brother, if you say this, if the third sister hears it below, she will be sad."
The third sister in the mouth of Aunt Jun was Song Yuning's biological mother.
Xu was referring to Song Yuning, who had died young. Song Zhongchuan only stopped his voice, but still couldn't help his anger, "Tonight, you don't have to go to bed! Go to the East Hall and kneel! You guys, all go back to sleep!"
The uncle gave an order to be regarded as the end of tonight's criticism.
Song Xiangwan helped her uncle and went upstairs with her.
"Go to the East Hall." Song Lianheng glanced at it and reminded in a low voice that he had also gone upstairs.
In the hall, Song Jinzhi and Aunt Jun quickly helped her up.
Aunt Jun said softly, "Good boy, Aunt Jun knows that you have been wronged, so don't take it to your heart. You know that your uncle, his face is good for this family, and it is not easy, you have to be considerate of him."
"I know, I don't blame him." Song Qiyue's heart is very bright, she doesn't know her uncle's temperament, this kind of anger is absolutely impossible to hide, and she will not take it seriously. She smiled and said, "It just so happens. I haven't been with my mother for a long time, and I miss her too."
The east hall of the Song's villa, where the ancestors' spirit tokens are placed.
The one on the high platform is Song Yuning, the mother of Song.
The East Hall is so solemn and unusual, and it is the place where Song family children will be punished every time they make a mistake and are punished.
The candlelight was bright, and there was a futon just in front of the spirit plate.
It was not the first time Song Qiyue came here to punish her on her knees. She bowed three times when she looked at the ancestors of the Song family, then bowed her knees and knelt down.
Aunt Jun stayed with her for a while, but she only asked her to go back to sleep. Aunt Jun had no choice but to go upstairs to go against the punishment of her uncle.
After another moment, Song Jinzhi quietly came down.
He came down with a quilt.
Song Qiyue smiled, "Jinzhi, I'm afraid my sister is bored alone, so you are coming to accompany me, right?"
Song Jinzhi put the quilt down and said, "I'm not going to accompany you. This quilt is for you. You are almost kneeling. Don't kneel anymore and lie down to sleep."
"Hey, when I was young, I always accompanied you."
"I'm not afraid that Uncle will find out? If he catches it, we will all be done."
Song Jinzhi's words were not without reason, they had experienced it when they were young, and the end was even worse. The two were punished to kneel together.
Song Qiyue waved her hand, "Well, you go to sleep."
In the middle of the night, Song Qiyue knelt on the tablet of his ancestors and Mother Song.
In the second half of the night, Song Qiyue fell asleep curled up under the quilt.
Early in the morning, Song Jinzhi came in quietly in the dark. He woke her up and whispered, "Sister! I took the quilt away, don't sleep! Uncle should wake up soon!"
Song Qiyue was in a daze, getting up really angry, but helplessly, Song Jinzhi took the quilt away.
Song Qiyue couldn't sleep either, she got up with a yawn and continued to kneel.
It was September now. Although it was still hot, it was dark and cold in the east hall at night, with a hint of cold air. Suddenly a cold wind hit, causing Song Qiyue to sneeze.
"Aye!" Song Qiyue wrapped her arms around her.
However, someone behind her put a coat over her shoulder.