On the seventh day of the first lunar month, Song Jue, who had been in Qingzhou for more than a month, finally sent the first letter.

Mrs. Song became ill after reading it, and she couldn't even move when she lay on the bed, and she couldn't eat for several days.

When Song Chuyi went to ask for peace in the morning, he saw Master Song coming out of the old lady's room, staggering, as if he had aged several years overnight.

In her last life, she was very afraid of this uncle, and always felt that this uncle, who was going to inherit the uncle's mansion in the future, was more majestic than loving. But when she was dying, it was also her uncle who tore his face with Li and came in to look at her

"It's Xiaoliu." He saw Song Chuyi standing on the steps and looking at him fixedly, so he straightened up and came up to talk to her for a while.

But there are only a few words to say, and when he finishes speaking, he has never known how to get close to the girls, and his own daughters are concubines and soft buns, and they will cry when they say a few words, so they are more careful when they treat the daughters of their younger brothers.

Song Chuyi suddenly took a few steps closer to hold his hand.

Master Song was startled, and the first reaction of a person who was dozens of years old was to take a few steps back, almost shaking off his little niece's hand.

"Uncle, will you take me to fly a kite when it's sunny?" Song Chuyi looked up at Master Song, with a yearning expression: "Grandmother said that you are the best at flying kites, which is higher than your father's flying skills." ”

Master Song didn't do his job when he was a child, and he liked to run around and put paper kites, and he really had a lot of experience in this way. It is estimated that he is the best kite maker among the officials.

He smiled embarrassedly, felt a little more comfortable, and agreed very happily: "Okay, wait for the sunny time to pick a time." I'll take you with me to Huangjue Temple, it's wide and beautiful, and it's perfect for kite flying."

The doctor had mentioned Song Chuyi to him several times before, saying that the old lady liked her very much. He listened to his daughter-in-law's tone, and it was clear that he also had some different intentions for this niece, and now it seemed that this little girl was indeed a little likable.

You know, even his own daughter rarely said a few words to him

She watched the old man walk away before turning her head and entering the door. Mama Huang came out with a bitter face and a lotus seed soup that had barely moved, and shook her head at her with a sigh.

"It's not a way to go on like this," Mama Huang whispered to Song Chuyi: "From last night to now, I have only drunk a few mouthfuls of white porridge, and I can't eat anything else." ”

Song Chuyi entered the door, Mrs. Song was lying on the kang, the earth dragon in the house was warm, she was only covered with a velvet blanket, and she showed a smile when she saw Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi quickly stepped forward and grabbed the outstretched hand of Mrs. Song, sat on the brocade prepared by Yulan, and persuaded softly: "Grandmother, how can you do it if you don't eat like this?"

Old Mrs. Song waved her hand to interrupt her words, coughed a few times before shaking her head with a wry smile: "I know the truth, but I feel uncomfortable when I think I gave birth to such an uncompetitive daughter." ”

Even Song Chuxuan is probably tougher than Song Linlang.

Song Chuyi also felt that some of Song Linlang's methods were simply incomprehensible, obviously Song Jue had traveled thousands of miles to Qingzhou, but Song Linlang didn't seem to know, and it took eight or nine full days to see this nephew.

What's even more outrageous is that Xiang Yunzhang never showed up from beginning to end.

The wife's family is negligent like this, and the wife's family is still quite prominent Changningbo Mansion. Xiang Yunzhang's courage is also rare in the world.

Song Jue's letter said that Song Linlang was extremely ill and refused to see a doctor, I am afraid it was just a matter of the past few months. She didn't have a good time at Xiang's house, and almost all the old people around her were sent away, and they couldn't be seen.

What made Mrs. Song even more unbearable was that Song Linlang actually agreed to record the sons in her name to please Yunzhang.

"Are all the men in the world dead?!" Old Mrs. Song coughed violently, emotional: "I taught her for seventeen years, and I taught her like this?!" She has only come back a few times since she got married, and she has only repaid me for her kindness."

Mrs. Song couldn't understand how the daughter she had taught with all her might could not step on pride in her self-esteem for the sake of a mere man, and would rather be humble to the dirt than carry it to the end?

She couldn't figure it out, and the breath in her heart became more and more blocked in her heart, making her sit still.

When Song Jue sent the second letter, Mrs. Song finally gave up, she forced her body to write a reply letter by hand, and the whole person seemed to be five years old all of a sudden.

"I called Brother Jue back." Mrs. Song leaned on the soft pillow, her head full of silver threads scattered over her shoulders, and shook Song Chuyi's hand tightly: "She is looking for death by herself, and I can't pull it back." ”

Song Chuyi was also a little dazed, she once thought that it would be easy to change some things after she was reborn, but Song Linlang's life trajectory was still following the previous life, and she suddenly felt a little panicked in her heart.

This trepidation spread from her heart to her limbs, and it made her creep.

When Qingtao went to sleep at night, I heard her sighing over and over.

When she woke up the next morning, her eyes were thick and blue, and her face was extremely bad.

Mama Xu was distressed, and she knew that the old lady had been like this in recent days, but she was because the old lady was sad, and she complained a few words and went to boil eggs to dress her eyes.

"Green peach." She took advantage of Mama Xu to go out, and quickly seized the opportunity to look at Qingtao, with a very complicated expression on her face: "I told your parents what they did, but there is still no news?" ”

It stands to reason that it has only been more than half a month, and it is normal that there is no news to be heard. But Song Linlang's incident made her suddenly feel a little uneasy in her heart, she was really afraid, afraid that fate would still lead her to the tragic ending of her previous life.

Qingtao was keenly aware of Song Chuyi's impetuousness in the past few days, lowered her head and made a promise: "After all, it was seven or eight years ago, and it doesn't sound easy to find out, but my parents are very attentive, and it won't be long before there will be news."

Song Chuyi nodded, raised his head and pressed his temples hard, trying to suppress the inexplicable headache.

Qingtao immediately stepped forward a few steps forward and grabbed her hand, lowered her voice and persuaded her: "Girl, you've been too tired lately, so call Imperial Doctor Sun to take a look." ”

Song Chuyi realized that she had indeed been a little out of breath recently, she smiled bitterly, thought about it and nodded in agreement: "Don't alarm Mama." You can accompany me to the ancestral hall."

These things weighed heavily on her heart, and she had no one to say except Cui's.