"yes, you can't talk nonsense, my sister is going to be angry! ”

After the lively greetings, Song Qingzhi's parents helped his aunt drag things into the house. Meigu took the cloth to wipe the table and wipe the pillar, and after wiping the pillar, she went to wipe the table again, and she was busy flying. Su Meng glanced at the inner hall, and there was a long offering table in the center, on which Song Qingzhi's grandfather was enshrined, and there was a tablet next to it, and the words could not be seen clearly.

"That's how my aunt behaves. ”

"That's good. ”

"The festival will start tomorrow. Tonight is to rest and chat, and Aunt Mei is going to cook a big meal. ”

My grandfather's house has always been taken care of by Aunt Mei, so there is not much dust left. The spacious kitchen is stocked with ingredients, hot tea is boiling on the stove, and a wooden tray next to it sits a variety of refreshments. Walk through the long hallway to the inner hall, where you squeak when you step on the planks. The sound of water boiling tea on the stove, the creaking of the floor, the faint sound of conversation and laughter in the inner hall, the old house seems to come to life.

"This is the Nightingale floor, you step on it and try it. ”

Song Qingzhi walked in front, holding hot tea. Su Meng followed behind him, holding refreshments.

"It makes a noise when you step on it, and it is used as an alarm in a castle during the Warring States period. ”

Su Meng tried to step on it, and the floor creaked, like the sound of an old axle turning.

"This voice... It's not the same as the nightingale. ”

"yes? I think, too, haha. ”

The two laughed and entered the inner hall, and Aunt Mei divided all kinds of fruits and snacks for worship into each offering plate and told Ah Rong to bring them over. As a result, Ah Rong almost threw the tray out because of slippery feet, Song Qingzhi's mother and aunt hurriedly reached out to pick it up, Song Qingzhi's aunt laughed and teased,

"Oh my God, Ah Rong, do you have to wrestle when you walk on the ground?"

Su Meng looked at the backyard outside the inner hall, the deep and lush grass and trees were staggered, the golden cinnamon in the corner had bloomed with fine golden flowers, and the rich fragrance of osmanthus flowers filled the entire courtyard, Meigu pointed to the golden cinnamon and said leisurely,

"This tree also has an aura, knowing that you are coming back, it suddenly bloomed yesterday, and the fragrance of the yard is full. ”

Everything is vibrant, warm, and full of vitality around the old house, filled with laughter. The love and respect between his family made Song Qingzhi a brave person, and Ah Zhi's love made Song Qingzhi a gentle person. Accidentally lost his way to send Song Qingzhi to him, how fortunate it was, this fate not only did not disperse, but Song Qingzhi became his lover.

"Little Song"

"Hmm, brother, what's the matter?"

"I'm so lucky to have your love. ”

Song Qingzhi looked at him, stunned for a moment, then smiled, leaned into his ear and whispered,

"Me too, I'm lucky to be liked by my brother. ”

Meigu is a small, thin woman with a bun on her back, always with a smile on her face. The hands have some wrinkles from years of hard work, but the palms are always warm and soft. Every candlestick and incense burner on the offering table, as well as the tablets of Song Qingzhi's grandfather and grandmother, were carefully wiped clean with a cloth before being put up. Ah Rong set off to the Buddhist temple on the island to invite the monks to preside over the ceremony. After using morning tea and refreshments, Song Yu's parents and aunt went to the island for a walk, but Aunt Mei was always idle, just packed up the tea set for morning tea, and was busy making tea.

"Aunt Mei, why do you have to boil tea after just using it?"

Su Meng helped to bring the tea set to the kitchen, and asked with some curiosity.

"Oh, Ah Gong used to hang his throat to practice, and he had to drink tea every day to protect his throat, morning tea was green tea or black tea, afternoon tea was fruit tea, and in the afternoon he had to make a clear tea. The habits I brought from the mainland have been the same for decades, and I have become accustomed to them. ”

"Did you come with you from the mainland?" Su Meng felt that Meigu's accent was almost the same as that of the locals, not quite like she had moved from the interior.

"No, that's where I grew up. His grandfather's habits were all told to me by the housekeeper Uncle Guan. When I first came to the house, Uncle Guan didn't let me make tea to serve, for fear that I wouldn't be able to master the heat and brew the tea. It took me a long time to learn. ”

Aunt Mei's tone was very calm, and after wiping the washed tea set with a soft cloth, she pointed to the second floor and said,

"Upstairs, the window of the study used to be a wooden sliding door, and when it was opened, it was facing the golden cinnamon tree in the courtyard. Uncle Guan used to sit there drinking tea with Xiao Song Ah Gong, the two of them read books and drank tea, and occasionally chatted a few words, I remember it very clearly. It's a pity that when the war was fought later, Uncle Guan and Ah Gong went together, and only Ah Gong came back by himself. Alas......"

Aunt Mei has been on the island for a long time, and she usually only chats with the people on the island about the trivial matters of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and finally someone is willing to listen to her talk about these histories, so she can't help but be a little excited and talk more about it. Su Meng learned more about this Uncle Guan from Aunt Mei, Uncle Guan never married in his life, and the woman who accompanied him was only a nominal wife, and the children of both were adopted orphans, and Ah Zhi was also one of those orphans. Su Meng couldn't help but ask more about Ah Zhi, and Aunt Mei thought for a while before saying,

"Ah Zhi's biological mother is not from here, and she can't understand what she says. When Mrs. Guan picked her up, the amniotic water was broken, which was very pitiful. called the doctor and Wen Po, and Mrs. Guan also hurriedly took Ah Zhi out. After giving birth, the woman didn't move at all, and when she thought that she was dead, she twitched and woke up as if she had been slapped in the face. It's a pity that her body is too weak, and she really died within a few days, so Mrs. Guan had to hire a wet nurse. Ah Zhi is very well-behaved, he has been polite since he was a child, and I still remember that he got out of school, stood at the door of the house and bowed and asked me how Aunt Mei was. ”

"Ah Zhi later suffered from a mental illness, do you know this?"

"I've heard a few times from Ah Gong of Xiao Song. said that it was a brain lesion or something, and the whole person couldn't lift his spirits and looked wilted. When Mrs. Guan is alive, she will come to talk to Ah Gong. She always said that she couldn't understand Ah Zhi, and the brothers and sisters who grew up with Ah Zhi always had to be naughty, Ah Zhi never did, he liked to read, he liked to come to Ah Gong when he was young, hiding in the corner of the bookcase to read Ah Gong's plays, ah, etc., these are not enough for him to read, he often hid in the library all night when he went to school, and he didn't go home all night. That's why I say that it's not good to read too many books, and if your brain is too tired, you're prone to getting sick. Such a good child just left, Xiaoyu was ...... at that time Alas...... You don't know, hiding in the room for three days and refusing to come out, it's distressing. ”

Aunt Mei has not read much, and naturally does not have much scientific understanding of pathology, these are the memories she has experienced as a family member and loved one, painful, peaceful, and precious memories.

Everyone has different memories of Ah Zhi, and gradually pieced together a complete person, a flesh-and-blood person who has existed. When Meigu mentions Ah Zhi now, she still can't help but redden. Seeing this, Su Meng no longer asked deeply, but made tea with her and talked about Song Qingzhi, and Aunt Mei eased her emotions and shook off Song Qingzhi's troubles when she was a child.

It wasn't until the night that Song Qingzhi and his parents came back. Aunt Mei has prepared a sumptuous dinner and hot tea. My aunt couldn't help but admire after taking a sip,

"Sister Mei's tea is so fragrant, it's as good as Uncle Guan's cooking back then. ”

"You have to talk about logic when you were born, Uncle Guan was already gone. Song Qingzhi's father unceremoniously dismantled the stage.

"Dad often tells me that Uncle Guan is kind-hearted and patient, and he is very handsome. can cook, make tea, talk about business and fight, and be an all-round housekeeper. ”

"I have no choice, who doesn't want to live a stable and peaceful life. The two of them are not brothers, they are closer than brothers. Otherwise, Uncle Guan would not have given up his life to save his father. ”

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