There was no movement in the hut for a long time, it was rainy for the past two days, it was sunny last night, the sky was gloomy at this time, as if it was going to rain again, the courtyard was dark for a while, Song Yintang came to the door wearing plain clothes, Mrs. Liu covered her mouth and did not allow her to laugh, and there was no human voice in the whole courtyard.

Ye Wenxin was guarding in the courtyard, Shi Gui brought a small tea saucer, and according to what Ye Wenxin said, he brewed a cup of jasmine nectar and put more honey, thinking that he would drink something sweet, and his heart would feel better.

Ye Wenxin took the small saucer and stood at the foot of the steps at the door, but he didn't know whether to go in or not, standing under the wisteria flower shelf, looking at the dark and secluded inner room, and sighed softly.

No matter what my aunt wanted to tell my cousin, I was afraid that he couldn't bear it for a while, otherwise he wouldn't have deliberately let her take it out, so he avoided the old lady and his wife, and borrowed her hand and handed it to him.

Ye Wen thought about it, but in the end he still entered the room, Song Yintang sat on the Luohan bed, the whole person bent down, his two hands were propped on his legs, and he was holding the letter paper in his hands, and the whole person couldn't hold it, as if he couldn't hold the thin pieces of paper at all.

Ye Wenxin put the tea on the small kang table, lit a lamp for him, turned around and went out, and sat under the flower shelf.

Ye Wenxin actually knows something, when her grandmother was still alive, she didn't want to see her father very much, and she didn't even want him to bow down for her birthday, but she liked her mother very much, her grandmother brought her to be seven or eight years old, and her mother served her grandmother, just like her aunt served Mrs. Song, she lived in the inner room, as long as they talked about their aunt, they always sighed.

Until she was too sick to get up, her grandmother couldn't stop thinking about her aunt, took her mother's hand, and distributed her own private savings, half of which were left for her aunt and half for her mother, saying that she had suffered all her life, and that she couldn't give her anything, so she could only give her some money.

When she was a child, she knew that this aunt had been wronged, and she thought that the person she married was unsatisfactory, and when she saw Song Wanghai, she recognized the truth in her heart, and the person who was really married was unsatisfactory, this uncle, she sat in the Song family for more than half a year, and she only saw two or three times, not to mention the etiquette of her relatives, she went to ask for peace when she first came, and she couldn't see anyone at all, or the old lady spoke, so that she didn't have to go again.

Ye Wenxin thought that he had tin foil folded in his hand, although his eyes did not look inside, his ears were upright to listen to the movement, Shi Gui watched by the courtyard gate for a while, and gave Ye Wenxin the thin towel around his neck, afraid that she would not be able to stand it when she sat in the wind, it was rain and moisture, and how could she be better if she was sick.

There are two letters in the small wooden pillow, one is for Song Yintang and one is for Ye Wenxin, and the one for Song Yintang is bulging.

The tea in hand was also cold, the light was dimmed, Song Yintang raised his head, his eyes were misty, and tears blurred his vision, he actually understood a little, there are clues everywhere in this family, no matter how big his eye holes are, he can always pay attention to one or two points.

When he was very young, the old lady doted on him very much, and when he was three or four years old, he refused to let him go to the ground, but his mother was very strict with him, he took the bowl and dressed himself, and wrote twenty big characters every day, he was wronged, but he was very willing to see the smile on his mother's mouth.

In the festival of the year, the old lady smashed walnuts to eat, others were small, or they couldn't open it, or they smashed it all over the table, and the rest of the nuts were broken, and they were given to the grandmother like a treasure, and the grandmother hugged him and laughed first, saying that he was as filial as his father and a good child, and then cried.

But he had never seen his father smash walnuts for his grandmother to eat, and he didn't say a word in front of her, either kneeling or sitting without speaking, and he had already learned filial piety with his mother at that time, how could this be filial piety?

When he was older, he learned to write articles, and the first one was sent, and the old lady was very happy, looking at him with tears in his eyes, saying that he really looked like his father.

Only my grandmother and grandfather said such things, and my mother didn't say a word in her mouth, and when he was older, every time they looked at him, they used the same gaze as they did back then, but they never said it again.

Further down is the yard where his mother lives, written Mandarin Duck Pavilion, but the words are not his father's, think about it carefully, he rarely sees his father write, and when he grows up, he turns to the uncle's handwriting, only to know that the handwriting on the plaque is his, and even the few old books in his mother's house, the handwriting on the top is also his.

Song Yintang grabbed a handful of threads in his hand, but he didn't dare to pull it, he didn't dare to ask down, as if he was stepping on thin ice, reflecting both ends, it was all false, but he didn't dare to use a little force, for fear that if the ice was broken, everyone standing on the ice would fall into the ice cave, and those fragments would pierce people's hearts.

What is the use of uncovering this? He tried his best to ignore these and bury all the doubts in his heart, at that time he was still thinking that his mother was in love with his uncle, but he had no choice but to marry his father, which became a lifelong pain in his heart.

Ye Wenxin heard that there was no sound for a long time, and she was worried about him, and when she entered the house, she saw him sitting in a daze, and the letter was scattered on the ground, she sighed lightly, bent down to pick these up, put them away and put them in Song Yintang's hand, and after thinking about it, she still opened her mouth: "Although I don't know what my aunt said, it must be difficult to talk about, and I was afraid that I would not be able to hold on, so I wrote a letter." ”

This letter was written early, the pages were already red, and it was not a few years away from the marriage letter, and this secret had been buried in Ye's heart for twenty years, and it was finally revealed.

What old things can be hidden for so many years, Ye Wenxin didn't dare to think about it, and it was inconvenient to think about it, but Song Yintang understood that his mother was afraid that he would not have a face to see him, and she was afraid that she would not be able to speak, so she left a letter as early as when she was pregnant with him, and what she wanted was to sue him after she died.

Song Yintang couldn't say a word to Xiao Ru's mother's cousin, Zhang stretched out, as if he wanted to hold her firmly, but he curled up his fingers, but Ye Wenxin stepped forward and held him firmly with both hands.

She also felt that she couldn't catch anything in prison, and there was nothing to do, and there were still people to accompany her at that time, and several people were next to each other to keep warm.

It was clearly a pair of soft hands, but it made Song Yintang feel a lot better, he held Ye Wenxin tightly with one hand, raised one hand to cover his eyes, the two of them sat and stood together, I don't know when it rained outside, the wind and rain were slanting, floating into the window, and a muffled thunder woke up Song Yintang.

Ye Wenxin left a few red marks on his hand, pressed Song Yintang's shoulder, and didn't ask him what he wanted in the future, just looked at him quietly, a pair of eyes seemed to be clear in autumn water, he saw that his heart calmed down, smiled at her, stood up and moved his numb body: "I'm going." He then nodded to another letter: "It's yours." ”

plunged into the rain, Ye Wenxin heard Shi Gui exclaim through the rain curtain, Song Yintang had already gone out and went back in the rain, and he didn't take the letter with him, and he didn't take the rose mandarin duck under the letter.

Shi Gui came in with an umbrella, and saw Ye Wenxin packing up the letter, pressing the jade pendant in the pillow, turning on the lamp, and opening the one for her, this letter was much simpler, with a few house deeds and land deeds, and a silver ticket of 20,000 taels.

Ye Wenxin took a breath, he didn't expect that there would be so much, but the Ye family said that this was half of her own dowry, and she gave her half of the old lady of the Ye family.

The jewelry was picked up and shipped to Suizhou, she had thought about it early in the morning, and she had already done it, these were only half, and half was in the hands of Mrs. Ji of Suizhou, so she took the letter to Suizhou to find someone.

If Mrs. Ji can be trusted, then half of it will be given to Ye Wenxin, and ask her to take care of her nephews and nephews, if she hides that half, Ye Wenxin will not mention it, it must always be for the sake of those things, settling down for her, it is really not a difficult thing for Mrs. Ji.

Before she left, she was still planning for herself, Ye Wenxin couldn't hold it for a while, and the tears that had stopped rolled down again, Shi Gui felt that her hands were cold, and quickly covered her with clothes, and spread out the letter on the table, only seeing the first few words on it, so that she could do what she wanted and not be tired of the world.

Shi Gui didn't think that the Ye family could still say such a thing, the Ye family she saw had always been cold to almost indifferent, dignified and self-controlled, not much talking and not smiling, living in Jinling City for twenty years, only Mrs. Ji could still say two words.

When she saw the silver ticket letter, she breathed a sigh of relief for Ye Wenxin, she was afraid that the Ye family would be gone, and the Song family would not be able to take care of her for a while, and when would it be delayed, and when would it be delayed, and when would it be delayed, and when would her affairs be even more difficult to do, not only could she live in another garden for a lifetime, but what else could she do to send her to Suizhou?

I wanted to say congratulations, but I couldn't say it, so I put my arm around Ye Wenxin's shoulder and sighed slowly: "The girl can do whatever she wants to do in the future." "Whether it's running a school, or visiting mountains and rivers, you always have money in hand, if you don't have money, you can't even do it, rely on her to save like this, when will you save."

Ye Wenxin also locked these things into the wooden pillow, she wiped her tears and said, "Light the lamp, take out the brush, and I'll draw a small portrait of my aunt." ”

Song Yintang braved the heavy rain to go back, and when he got home, the whole person was drenched, and the old lady became anxious as soon as she returned, and sent someone to fry the soup and get clean clothes, but the little maid said that the eldest young master went to Mingdao Hall, where the portrait of the ancestor was enshrined, and the old lady frowned when she heard it, there, in addition to a few ancestors, also offered her son Song Siyuan.

She and Mama looked at each other, but Mama spoke first: "Tell someone to wait outside, it's important to change your clothes quickly, if you are sick, how can you get it." ”

The old lady knew that she couldn't hide this matter, but she didn't know what Song Yintang had heard, and which one had sued him, so someone called the little maid and asked where the eldest young master had gone, but the little maid shook his head and said that he had gone out by himself in the morning, and he didn't know where he went.

Song Yintang stood in front of Song Siyuan's portrait for a long time, the old lady painted a lot of money, and asked someone to paint a Zheng pen, with a white face and long eyebrows, a pair of eyes that seemed to be still flashing, and a smile on the corner of his mouth, he still lit the lamp for the first time and looked at it so carefully, staring carefully at the corner of the painting, Song Siyuan's hand was clearly a lotus canopy, only showing a little green shadow, and the painting was extremely inconspicuous.

Song Yintang stood in front of the painting for a long time, took a stick of incense and lit it for Song Siyuan, his body was soaked with water, the water dripping from his clothes fell, and a piece of green brick was wet, and the smoke swirled up, blurring Song Siyuan's face, only the smiling eyes were still looking at him through the smoke.