The wind and rain come to the spring, although there is still goose feather snow in the sky when leaving Mocheng, Hangzhou is already a bright spring and peach blossoms are smiling, and it is the most beautiful time. But Rao is such a good season to recuperate, and Song Han, who returned from Mocheng, is still getting worse.

Fortunately, after knowing that Song Han had a recurrence of his old illness as soon as he returned to Hangzhou and fell into a coma for a while, she asked the fourth uncle to come to Hangzhou with her handwritten letter, telling Song Han that everything needs to be happy, and that the Qi Mansion found the suicide note left by Qi Lanyue, and had completed the secret marriage for Qi Lanyue and her original fiancé not long after they left.

Although the matter was finally resolved, the damage to Song Han had already been done. In the face of the helplessness of all the doctors, Song Rumu and Song Mama, who were anxious, also sent Song Xiaosi to look for Ji Wuchen again, but when the building was empty, Ji Wuchen did not know where to go. After several inquiries, I learned that Ji Wuchen went to the northern border alone. As a result, Song Han could only rely on the old recipe left by Ji Wuchen to survive, but his body was like a candle in the wind, which would be extinguished at any time, which made Song Rumu even more glad that they escaped from the home that tortured Song Han early.

After another year, with the drizzle that was blown by the wind and scattered like a mist, he walked back from the kitchen with tea and medicine, and heard Song Han's cough from time to time in the study, Song Rumu, who had reached the age of nine, clenched the juanpa in his hand, and could not hide his worry and pursed his cherry lips into a thin line.

Another sharp cough came, and Song Rumu, who was in the gentle drizzle, suddenly came back to her senses, pretended to be nothing, put on a smiling face, and gently pushed the door in.

In the study, Song Han, who was sitting behind the desk with a scroll in his hand, turned a little crimson on his originally pale face due to the continuous coughing. Seeing this situation, Song Rumu hurriedly pretended to be calm and asked Cha Yu to put the medicine on the desk, and he quickly came behind Song Han and kept stroking Song Han's back, hoping to alleviate Song Han's chest tightness.

"Alright...... It's okay for my father, don't worry about Mu'er. After coughing, Song Han wiped his lips with a silk handkerchief and gasped.

Later, I didn't hear my daughter Song Rumu's answer. Song Han forced a smile at this time: "What, Mu'er doesn't believe it?" ”

"Well, believe, how can you not believe it! It doesn't matter if my daughter believes it or not. Daddy, you still have to take this medicine while it's hot, or the medicine will be small when it's cold. Song Rumu took the medicine bowl on the table, put her hands in front of Song Han, and said with a sweet smile on her face.

Why don't you know that her daughter always thinks of amusing him whenever he takes medicine?

Song Han, who was grateful, stretched out his hand. took the huge bowl of bitter snake gall medicine, raised his head and drank all the medicine in a few gulps, and then took the mouthwash offered by his daughter to rinse his mouth, and then ate the "osmanthus nectar" made by his daughter Song Rumu, Song Han smiled at his daughter Song Rumu: "Are you satisfied now?" ”

"Well, if Daddy is so refreshing every time he drinks medicine, then his daughter will be even more satisfied." Seeing that there was still a drop of medicinal juice on the corner of Song Han's mouth, he did not ignore the frown that Song Han had locked when he drank the medicine, Song Rumu said as he wiped off the medicinal juice with the handkerchief in his hand, and said softly: "Daddy." Is that medicine bitter? ”。

"Hehe~ There is osmanthus nectar made by Mu'er herself, how can it be bitter? Alas~ Why is my daughter not like other people's children who want to play every day, and she knows that she is a father all day long, and her father is a three-year-old child. Holding his daughter's little hand with his hand, Song Han smiled, but coughed again because of the sudden laughter.

"Daddy......" Before Song Rumu could say any more, Song Han, who was coughing urgently, frowned, and only after coughing did he suddenly grab his daughter's hands, and after looking at the burns on his daughter's hands for a long time, he frowned and said, "What's wrong?" ”

And Song Rumu smiled with relief after she couldn't pull her hand: "My daughter is stupid." I accidentally burned it when I was learning to cook. ”

"Alas~ You are still young, you don't need to be in such a hurry to learn so many things, it is enough to learn from your master first, and then follow your Mama Song to learn housekeeping. As for those cooking things, it's not too late for you to learn them when you're older. Song Han, who did not doubt him, said in a low voice.

"My daughter knows, and I won't let my father worry about it in the future." Finally withdrew his hand, Song Rumu replied with a smile. Seeing Song Han raising his eyebrows and looking at him, Song Rumu learned Song Han's tone before and replied, "What? Daddy doesn't believe it? ”

"Haha...... Believe, how not to believe. Xiao Mu'er, who is a father, will never let her father worry about it. How can a father not believe? Song Han was happy, and the boredom in the study by himself was swept away, and then he asked: "I heard that Mama Song said that you have already started to read the account books in the house?" ”。

"Well, Mama is old and can't read the account books clearly, so my daughter helps Mama take care of it." In fact, after returning from Mocheng, Song Rumu had already tried to help Mama Song take care of the housework, but Mama Song felt that Song Rumu was still young and had too many things to learn, so she only let Song Rumu watch her do things on the side, and she was not willing to let Song Rumu help her read the account book until this spring.

"Probably understood?" Song Handa was curious from the moment he knew that Song Rumu had started to look at the account book, and when he saw that his daughter was not distressed by this matter at all, he asked with a smile.

"I understand...... said it without thinking, and after finishing speaking, he found his father Song Han's forbearance smile, Song Rumu hurriedly pursed his mouth and said, "Daddy...... You laugh at your daughter"

"Haha...... What a joke, for the father is to be happy to have such a smart and capable daughter. As everyone knows, when a father is as old as you, whenever Mr. teaches arithmetic, it is really sad for the young man, and Nianzhi ......, "Thinking that his son Song Nianzhi is amazingly talented in other aspects, only in this arithmetic is the same as what he Song Han performed when he was a child, Song Han can't help but laugh."

And Song Rumu and Song Han also thought of one place, so the father and daughter looked at each other and smiled.

Later, the father and daughter talked about Lu Yixuan, who had returned to Beijing since he came back from Mocheng, and Song Han smiled and handed the letter sent by Lu Yixuan to his daughter, saying that this letter was specially sent by Lu Yixuan with a seal. And after handing the letter to his daughter, Song Han quipped: "This Xuan'er is too, is there any secret that I, as a master, can't know?" ”

"This ......" Song Rumu didn't know whether Lu Yixuan's letter was good news or bad news, so at the moment, he couldn't say that he knew Song Han, and it blocked Song Han, who was already depressed, so Song Rumu didn't think of how to answer for a long time with the letter.

Seeing that his daughter Song Rumu couldn't answer for a long time, Song Han waved his hand and smiled: "If you can't answer, don't answer, Mu'er will go down, for my father I want to rest for a while while the medicine is strong." After speaking, he walked to the soft couch specially prepared for him and lay down, and his daughter Song Rumu stepped forward to help him cover the quilt.

And knowing that his father Song Han also coughed from time to time at night, Song Rumu, who often woke up until dawn every night, where would Song Han be delayed to rest, and after helping Song Han cover the quilt, he walked out of the study with tea language.

As soon as he got out of the study, Song Rumu trotted to the corner to open Lu Yixuan's letter. At a glance, Song Rumu's heart instantly became cold, only because Lu Yixuan's letter stated, "Cha Ji Wuchen once worked as a doctor in the northern battlefield for a year, but after Lu Yixuan begged Lu Batian to send someone to find him, he found that Ji Wuchen had said goodbye to everyone." Wandering away from the world. ”

Lost his soul and returned to the room, entangled in his heart about where Ji Wuchen went, and asked himself why he didn't tell Song Han that it was because he hurt his hand with medicine? didn't find that Song Nianzhi, who was dressed in white, walked in, and Song Rumu only thought about whether to send Song Xiaosi to Fuyang to find Ji Wuchen's traces.

"Sister...... What are you thinking? And because Song Han's body was really unbearable, Song Nianzhi, who had already begun to study in the school. After returning from the school to ask Song Han for peace, but was told that Song Han had rested, he walked to his sister's room.

Song Rumu looked at Song Nianzhi who was looking at him with a smile, his snow-white academy scholar's uniform was stained with a layer of water droplets in the drizzle, not to mention, even his black hair and red lips and white teeth were full of crystal droplets.

Heartbroken, he wiped off all the water droplets on Song Nianzhi's face and hair with a silk handkerchief, and grabbed the soaked silk handkerchief in his hand, Song Rumu didn't answer Song Nianzhi's words, only blamed: "It's still raining outside, why don't you know how to hold an umbrella?" ”

"Hee-hee...... This rain is not heavy, and I have long been used to floating like this every day, but my sister will go to Lingyin Temple tomorrow to offer incense to pray for her father? Song Nianzhi was not at ease with her sister Song Rumu's reproach. Instead, he grinned and asked about Song Rumu's incense.

Thinking about it not long after returning from Mocheng, Song Rumu, who went to Lingyin Temple on the first and fifteenth days of every month, and prayed for Song Han, did not believe these at first, but later sent people everywhere to find Ji Wuchen, and Song Rumu, who was extremely depressed in her heart, developed the habit of going to Lingyin Temple every month to incense under the drive of Mama Song.

"I know and ask...... Tell me, what do you want to do today? Song Rumu instructed Cha Xiang to hurry up to Song Nianzhi's house and ask Nuan Ji and Han Ji to send dry clothes to Song Nianzhi. While asking Song Nianzhi, who pretended not to mention the matter, he said.

"Uh...... I didn't want to do anything, but Mr. Xuetang had something at home and gave us a few days off, so I thought it would be better to go to Fuyang to visit the nurse in these days. By the way, go and see Uncle Mo, they were asked by his sister, Song Nianzhi simply said it, and habitually picked up the hot tea that was offered to Song Rumu and began to drink.

But Song Nianzhi's words shocked Song Rumu's delicate body, remembering that Lu Yixuan's letter mentioned Ji Wuchen's disappearance, Song Rumu wondered if Ji Wuchen would return to Fuyang to live in seclusion? After thinking about it like this, Song Rumu didn't talk about letting Song Nianzhi drink tea slowly as she did in the past. only smiled: "Cheng, we'll go and talk when Daddy wakes up in a while, it just so happens that I also want to go to Fuyang." ”

"Really, my sister is so good, I know that you won't bear to let me go out alone, and you will definitely go with me." Putting down the teacup, Song Nianzhi said excitedly.

"......" Song Rumu was speechless, the crows in her heart quacked and flew by, helplessly to the excited Song Nianzhi: "Don't be happy too early, you will know the purpose of my sister's trip to Fuyang after reading Brother Xuan's letter."

"Brother Xuan has sent a letter?" Song Nianzhi, who was greatly influenced by Lu Yixuan, happily accepted the letter, but after reading the letter, he showed a trance-like expression like Song Rumu before, and muttered in despair: "Is there no one to cure Daddy's illness?" Sister...... What are we going to do? ”

Knowing that Song Nianzhi asked this question because he remembered the past, he couldn't help but think that since he returned to Mocheng for the New Year that year, no one in the Song Mansion shouted to invite Song Han to return to the house for the New Year, and even when Song Han was critically ill for a while, the Song Mansion only worried that if Song Han was gone, they would have no one in the court. Song Rumu became more and more determined to go to Fuyang, she wanted to find Ji Wuchen, so that God would return her and Song Nianzhi a healthy father after torturing her father for so long, and she wanted to let the people of Song Mansion understand that as long as people live, it is more important than anything else.

Song Rumu, who was thinking about it, saw Song Nianzhi's delicate little face, so he held Song Nianzhi's hands with both hands and said firmly: "Don't be afraid of good thoughts, let's accompany Mama to incense tomorrow, and after praying for Daddy, let's go to Fuyang immediately to find Uncle Wuchen, my sister believes that Huang Tian will not bear us."