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In Jiangyin City, in the other courtyard of the Song family.
The old lady Song hadn't rested yet, and her mother Bai, who was in charge, was talking with the old lady.
Mama Bai looked at the hourglass on the cabinet: "If not, I'll send someone to ask about it. The uncle has always had rules in his work. Since he has sent someone to report that he will come back to live, he will definitely come back."
Old Mrs. Song looked at Mama Bai: "Brother Xuan must have been caught. The army is too busy, so don't bother him."
Mama Bai nodded, and was about to get up to exchange tea for Mrs. Song.
The mother in charge outside came in and reported: "Old lady, Yong Ye sent someone to deliver a letter. The uncle has gone back to the barracks. There is no need to keep the door here, so you should rest!"
Mrs. Song was taken aback, and immediately became worried: "Is there something important in the barracks?"
The mother in charge said: "Yong Ye said that the uncle drank too much wine, so he rested in the military tent."
Old Mrs. Song thought for a while, then nodded: "Understood, let the bolt go!"
The mother in charge withdrew, and Mother Bai helped Mrs. Song to resettle her: "There won't be any sudden troubles in the barracks, right? It doesn't seem like the uncle's temper to talk about it so late."
"Yes," Mrs. Song sat on the bed. "This kid has never done anything wrong for so many years, and never slipped his promises. How did he do it? No one is a saint, everyone makes mistakes, I am always afraid His string is too tight, and he will become even more disheartened if things go on like this.
What's the use of getting more at that time. "
Mother Bai nodded: "The old lady is thoughtful."
"It's all right now," Mrs. Song smiled. "Finally, there has been a change, and my heart has settled down a lot. I must sleep soundly this time. As expected, my children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and I am anxious." It's useless, and those worries will be easily resolved by then."
Mama Bai heard the chorus of the words: "The old lady means that the uncle did this because of Miss Xu?"
"Then who else is there?" Mrs. Song said with a smile, "Are you older than me? Why are you so confused."
Madam Bai looked ashamed: "No matter how young the servant girl is, she can't compare to the old lady. The Song family all depends on you."
The old lady Song lay on the bed and closed her eyes: "I'm getting old, maybe I won't need to deal with these things in the future."
Mother Bai was startled when she heard this, and stared at Mrs. Song in a daze.
"What?" Mrs. Song said, "Is there anything else?"
"No," Mama Bai pursed her lips, "I just feel that you should be cautious, this family is not for everyone."
"I think that child is more transparent than when I was young," Mrs. Song said, "I'm old, what's the use of holding those, I still have to let go in the end."
Mother Bai stopped talking, lowered the curtain and retreated with her head down.
The old lady Song closed her eyes, remembering that one night, someone visited the Song family and asked the Song family to come forward to help save a person. After thinking for a long time, she made up her mind and took the person all the way to Beijing.
Then in a small boat, she saw the dying child. At that time, she thought that the child would not survive.
His chest was pierced, his breathing was already very weak, his body was covered in feces, and he curled up motionless.
This is a trouble. If the Song family takes over this trouble, it means that the Song family's century-old semi-reclusive life will come to an end. It is very likely that this incident will bring disaster to the Song family.
Will the ancestors of the Song family agree? The old master Izumi knows if he will blame her.
She hesitated, and in her opinion, even if she reached out to save the child, the child would not survive. Maybe now that he is unconscious, the best result is to die slowly.
When the time comes, she will have someone prepare a coffin to bury him, lest he die in the wilderness.
When Mrs. Song thought of this, she was about to lift her foot to leave, but the thin and thin arm stretched out, and the smudged little hand firmly grasped the corner of her skirt, as if she would not let go no matter what.
The child was speechless, his flesh gave off a rancid smell, but his eyes were still so clear, and what flashed in them was the desire to survive.
She has seen too much suffering, and heard the old man talk about all kinds of joys and sorrows, but at that moment she was moved by those eyes, so she ordered someone to bring the child back to cover up everything before him, let him Stay in the Song family as the uncle of the Song family, named: Song Chengxuan.
Rather than saying that she saved brother Xuan, it would be better to say that brother Xuan relied on himself?He survived, and the treatment was very dangerous. His weak body was like burning coals, and his whole body convulsed, but he just gritted his teeth and survived, and the wound on his chest gradually healed. He was like a child. In front of her eyes, she slowly got out of bed, resumed walking, practiced boxing and kicking in the yard, studied hard until late at night, and took the guards at home to work on the boat. Every time she came back, she was close to death.
Gradually, some people said that the children of her family would surely revitalize the Song family in the future, and he would spend two or three years doing what others would take ten years to accomplish.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, probably no one would have believed that the majestic and majestic Mr. Song was that dying child full of filth.
Everyone was afraid of him and revered him, but she felt that the child hadn't changed, and was still curled up there covered in scars.
The wound on his chest has never healed, and he is still naked in front of people, but no one sees it, and no one dares to look at it.
She was always worried that the child's injury was too serious and he had no chance of recovery. Sooner or later, he would be dragged down and feel tired.
Fortunately, God still treated him well, and it was a sliver of life for him.
A while ago, she received news that the girl was the eldest lady of Anyihou's Mansion. She thought differently from Xue Chen, but she thought it was a good thing.
She didn't want Brother Xuan to become extreme because of hatred, but she couldn't persuade her. There must be someone who can really influence him and make him make some changes.
If he is willing to ask Miss Xu to marry him, then there is no need to prove anything, Miss Xu has already made him do it.
The Song family has seen too many people lost because of power, and too many battles will always cause hostility, and only by being tied down can people often find their true heart.
The old lady Song fell asleep with a smile
Song Chengxuan took Xu Qinghuan back to the barracks on horseback, walked all the way into the barracks, and pulled her to sit on the bed.
It took Xu Qinghuan a while to raise his eyes to look at Song Chengxuan. His face was calm, as before, and he didn't look drunk at all.
The four eyes met, he raised his hand as if to smooth her slightly messy sideburns, but he didn't put it down for a long time.
"Master Song," Xu Qinghuan said, "You're drunk just rest!"
Xu Qinghuan seemed to see Song Chengxuan nodded, and then he lay down, lying on the simple wooden bed in the military tent, and made a loud "boom".
Xu Qinghuan opened his eyes wide, stood up, and looked at the man on the bed in disbelief.
Is he really drunk?
Every move no longer looks like usual, but it is actually a bit cute. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com