"Little words, where have you been?"

Seeing Song Ci carrying Nuan Nuan into the house, grandfather Song Huai asked casually.

"Nothing, I went around and walked around." Song Ci said.

"Oh, Haitao seems to be at home, are you going to play with him?" Song Huai said again.

"Haitao?" Song Ci was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

Song Haitao is his youngest child, his best friend in the past, the two grew up together, but since Song Ci went to Jiangzhou City to go to college, and he went south to work, the two almost didn't contact each other, and when they came back for the New Year, they just said hello politely.

Both of them wanted to say these things, but they opened their mouths, but they didn't know what to say, and finally they just looked at each other without saying anything, and said dryly: "You are busy." ”

"Nope." Song Ci's voice is very plain and authentic.

"You used to have such a good relationship." Grandpa Song Huai smiled slightly.

Song Ci understood what his grandfather meant, and said quietly: "They have all grown up." ”

Grandpa smiled when he heard this, but didn't say anything more.

Turned the conversation and said, "After lunch, did you take Nuan Nuan to see her mother?" ”

Song Ci was stunned when he heard this, because he knew the existence of Wei and knew that Yun Chuyao's soul was now in Taoyuan Village, so he subconsciously thought that she was not dead, and naturally he would not think of bringing Nuan Nuan to worship her mother.

But since grandpa mentioned it now, Song Ci nodded and said, "I'll take her there after dinner." ”

Nuan Nuan, who was held in Song Ci's arms, asked with a look of surprise when she heard this, "Are we going to see my mother?" Can I see her? You're not lying? ”

"That's not what I meant......"

As soon as Song Ci wanted to explain, Nuan Nuan complained to Song Huai: "Grandpa, Dad is a liar again, and he lied to me that my mother has become a star in the sky and is watching me in the sky." ”

As she spoke, she opened her arms to her grandfather to hug her, because she knew that when she said this, her ass was going to suffer, and she definitely couldn't stay in her father's arms.

"Really? Wait a while, grandpa will help you beat him. ”

Song Huai saw Nuan Nuan's outstretched little arms, and immediately happily reached out to hug her.

"Grandpa, what are you kidding, where can you hold her, don't flash your waist." Song Ci hurriedly hugged Nuan Nuan and avoided Song Huai's outstretched hand.

When Song Huai heard this, his eyes widened, "Nonsense, your master and I are not old enough to lie in bed and unable to move." ”

Then he snatched the child directly from Song Ci's hand, and smiled at Song Ci triumphantly.

Song Ci reached out angrily and was about to pat her little ass, but Song Huai turned around, turned his back to him, and helped Nuan Nuan dodge.

"Don't be afraid, with grandpa here, your father doesn't dare to do anything to you."

"Grandpa, you're so nice."

Nuan Nuan happily hugged Song Huai's neck, crossed his shoulder, and stuck out her tongue at Song Ci.

"It's time to eat." Zhao Caixia shouted in the kitchen.

"Okay."

Song Ci hurriedly responded, and then moved the large square table in the hall to the center of the hall, and placed four benches on all sides, and then went to the kitchen to see if there were any dishes to help serve.

When he entered the kitchen, he saw Zhao Caixia's gray face, Song Ci was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, Zhao Caixia had been using a gas stove in his place, and he was not used to it when he came back.

"What are you doing there? Help bring the food out. ”

Zhao Caixia saw him standing at the door of the kitchen and asked in a strange tone.

Song Ci took a breath and said, "It's nothing, Mom, what about my dad?" ”

"You should go back to the back room, you call him and let him come over for dinner." Zhao Caixia said casually.

But Song Ci inexplicably felt that his chest was a little blocked, Zhao Caixia was there, busy before and after, washing and cooking, but he didn't expect to go back to the countryside, or busy before and after, cooking pots.

The whole family, the hardest part belongs to her.

"Mom, when Dad is fine, you let him help you work together, don't hold a hand every day and wander around the village." Song Ci said.

"There is no land at home now, how can there be any work?" Zhao Caixia was unimpressed.

Maybe for Zhao Caixia, laundry and cooking are not called work, because she has been like this all her life.

Song Ci didn't say more, but silently brought the dishes to the hall, thinking about how to improve their lives.

Unexpectedly, halfway through, I encountered a "robbery".

"What's in your hand?" Nuan Nuan asked on tiptoe, pretending to be curious.

"Braised chicken."

"How's it taste?" She asked, swallowing.

Looking at her little gluttonous appearance, Song Ci was a little funny, but she couldn't help but shake her head and said, "I don't know, I haven't tasted it." ”

"Would you like me to give you a taste?" Nuan Nuan asked expectantly.

"No, and I think if you don't let me go over, the food will be cold, and it won't taste good later." Song Ci said.

"Hmph, that's stingy."

Seeing that there was no hope, Nuan Nuan immediately crossed her waist and walked around him with a disdainful look towards the kitchen.

"Grandma, I'll serve you the food."

Before anyone could enter the kitchen, she began to shout loudly.

Song Ci didn't care about her, went straight to the hall, and then walked out the back door and shouted across the road, "Dad, it's time to eat." ”

The so-called back house is Song Ci's home.

Song Cijia and grandfather's house are one after the other, and there is a road in the middle, and they are very close to each other by walking a few steps.

The cement road in the middle was only built in recent years, it has always been a dirt road in the past, Song Ci is particularly impressed, I remember when I first went to elementary school, I was most afraid of rain, because as long as it rained, this road was a pit on one foot, full of mud.

Carrying a heavy school bag, stepping on dirt roads full of mud, and wearing wet shoes, the memories are not good.

When Song Shouren heard this, he appeared at the door of his house, "Come on, you eat first." ”

Seeing that he was as gray as Zhao Caixia, it turned out that he had gone home to clean up the house.

Song Ci turned around and walked back to the house, and saw his grandfather sitting on the bench with Nuan Nuan in his arms.

"Hey, grandpa, Nuan Nuan can't sit here."

Song Ci hurriedly stepped forward to stop it, because Song Huai hugged Nuan Nuan and sat in the center of himself and his grandmother, and this position was facing the door of the hall, which was the main seat, and only the elders in the family could sit.

"What age is it, don't pay attention to these." Song Huai waved his hand and insisted.

Song Ci thought about it, they were all a family, so they didn't pay attention to that.

At this time, Nuan Nuan was staring at the plate of roast chicken on the table, and she didn't hear what Song Ci said at all.

Seeing her like this, Song Huai directly reached out and picked up a chicken leg from the plate and handed it to Nuan Nuan: "Grab it with your hands and eat it." ”

Nuan Nuan's big eyes seemed to light up, and she took it happily.

"Thank you, grandpa." Song Ci reminded aloud.

"Thank you, grandpa."

Nuan Nuan happily shook the little short leg hanging in the air, and gnawed on the big chicken leg in his hand.

"Be careful." Song Ci couldn't help but remind again.

Song Huai heard this and glanced at him.

"What's wrong?" Song Ci asked a little strangely.

"I just think, have you really grown up? It's a father. Song Huai said with some emotion.

"Uh...... Hasn't it always been? Why do you say that all of a sudden? Song Ci was a little puzzled.

"Because you have become verbose, only those who have become parents will become verbose." Song Huai said with a smile.

Song Ci thought about it when he heard this, and this is really the truth.

After lunch, Song Ci made a basin of water and helped the little guy wash his face.

The little guy was like a little pig, eating all over his face, the soup was crusted on his cheeks, and his forehead was full of rice grains, and he felt that he had stuffed his whole head into a "basin".

But grandpa likes such children, because it is a blessing to be able to eat.

And Nuan Nuan is talented and intelligent, and he can speak well, which makes him even more fond of him.

After washing, Song Ci took her and drove her to buy a few knives of straw paper first, and then came to Yun Chuyao's grave.

A few tombs stood lonely in the barren mountains and fields, and a few crows croaked in the nearby treetops, adding a bit of loneliness.

Song Ci felt a little noisy, but Nuan Nuan felt curious, she was held in her father's arms, and she craned her neck to find where the birds were calling.

Song Ci put Nuan Nuan down and let her stand on her own, while he squatted down, took out all the straw paper in the bag, and lit it with a lighter.

The burning flames attracted Nuan Nuan, who was looking up at the sky to look for birds, and she withdrew her gaze to see the smiling and moaning picture on the tombstone.

"Mom."

She subconsciously stepped forward, but the flames rising from the straw paper blocked her way.

"Be careful." Song Ci took her little hand.

"It's Mommy." Nuan Nuan pointed to the tombstone, and her tone was slightly excited.

"Yes, it's Mom, if you have anything to say, you can tell Mom now, she can hear it." Song Ci said.

"Really?" Nuan Nuan asked with some surprise.

"Of course." Song Ci nodded.

"Mom~, I miss you, do you miss me?" Nuan Nuan suddenly shouted at the tombstone.

A gust of wind blew, blowing up the burning paper embers, rolling it up to the sky, with the little one's longing, with the little one's voice, drifting into the distance.

Taoyuan Village.

Yun Chuyao, who was sitting in the house and folding the written letter, seemed to feel something, and when he walked out of the house, he saw the mouth in front of the door suddenly burning.

The incense began to diffuse from it, rising into the air, like a spiritual snake, circling in the air.

With the appearance of Yun Chuyao, as if he had found his master, he immediately shot away and wrapped around her body.

The incense not only nourishes Yun Chuyao's soul, but also contains the thoughts of his relatives.

"Nuan Nuan~, mom misses you too."

Yun Chuyao looked down at the photo in his hand, and the little guy in the photo was facing the sun, looking up to the sky and laughing.

"If that bad guy in your dad hadn't lied to me, I guess we'd still meet." Yun Chuyao rubbed the photo and said with a smile.

At this moment, a small figure turned out from behind the peach tree not far away.

"Aunt Yaoyao."

The little messenger came to pick up the mail.

(End of chapter)