Sheng Chong Second Marriage

Chapter 170 I'll Tell My Dad, I Have a Wife (Part [-])

In front of Song's mother, Song Yichen no longer had the frosty indifference he had at school, but was just a lively big kid with a little skin.

Song Yichen's room has nothing but a bed, a desk, and a set of wardrobes and bookcases.The wall next to the bed was covered with awards, and Lan Song looked at them one by one, from the first grade of elementary school to high school.There are certificates for three good students, and more certificates for fine arts.

Song Yichen pushed the suitcase to the desk and walked to Lan Song's side.

"What award is this?" Lan Song asked with a smile, pointing to the certificate in the middle.

Song Yichen knew what she was laughing at, and looked sideways at her overjoyed expression.

"What the hell is a personality star?"

"This is when I was in the second year of junior high school. At that time, the teacher saw that I was good at drawing, so he gave me a special star."

Lan Song wiped away the watery smile from the corner of his eyes, and corrected, "Personality star."

Song Yichen allowed her to laugh at herself heartily, "Are you disappointed?"

"What?" Lan Song was still immersed in the stalk just now, and didn't understand Song Yichen's words, "Is there a personality star?"

"This family, a poor family, are you disappointed?" Song Yichen asked, hugging Lan Song's waist from behind.

Lan Song's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly came to his senses and sighed, "There's no other way. Didn't you say marry a chicken as a chicken, and marry a dog as a dog?"

Hearing this, Song Yichen tilted his head and kissed Lan Song's temples.

In the evening, Lan Song didn't do anything, Song Yichen chatted with his mother, she stayed in the room alone and rummaged through all the things of Song Yichen.

In the night, there was a burst of spring rain, which rustled on the leaves. In this quiet and simple night, everything seemed extraordinarily transparent and clear.Lan Song hid in Song Yichen's arms, listening to the continuous spring rain outside the window.

"Go to sleep, I'll take you to meet someone tomorrow."

"Who?" Lan Song was curious, and looked up at Song Yichen.

"I'll find out tomorrow, go to sleep." Under the blanket, Song Yichen urged Lan Song's buttocks.

"Hate."

Song Yichen giggled after being scolded.

It's a strange feeling to be lying in a strange bed in a place thousands of miles away in the morning.It's like being changed in time and space and coming to another world.

The next day Lan Song was awakened by the crowing of the rooster in the village.Except this embrace is familiar, everything else is strange, Lan Song opened his eyes and re-adapted to this new arrival.

After getting dressed, Lan Song pushed open the window, only to find that behind the house was a hill with green eyes.After a burst of spring rain at night, the greens are more vivid and the air is clearer.Lan Song closed his eyes and breathed greedily.This feeling is very good, which cannot be given by those bustling cities and high-rise buildings.

She loves such pure nature, just as she loves such pure Song Yichen.

Last night Song Yichen said to take her to meet someone, after dinner, Song Yichen took her out with a bamboo basket.

After crossing a country road, Song Yichen walked up the mountain.He didn't say anything, and Lan Song didn't ask where he was taking him.

Song Yichen led the way on the twists and turns of the mountain road. He was very familiar with this road, but he was silent all the way.

Lan Song thought that maybe he had walked this road many times, this road might be very important to him, and the person he was going to take her to meet was also very important.

Soon, Lan Song knew who Song Yichen wanted her to meet.

In front of a tomb, Song Yichen put down the bamboo basket in his hand, took out the dark green felt cloth from the bamboo basket, shook it off, spread it on the ground, and then took out the fruits in the basket and placed it on top.

Song Yichen is not like his mother, she had discovered this when she saw Song's mother's photo before, but when she saw the black and white photo of Song's father on the tombstone, Lan Song finally understood who Song Yichen looked like.Although the photo is not clear and it is the first time I have seen her, she seems to be no stranger at all.Because Song Yichen's eyebrows and eyes looked exactly like the person in the photo.

Song Yichen knelt straight on the felt cloth, Lan Song stood behind him and didn't dare to disturb him.After a long time, Song Yichen stretched out his hand to her, "Come here."

Lan Song followed Song Yichen's example and knelt beside him. Then she heard Song Yichen's words,

"Abba, this is Lan Song."

After one sentence, there is nothing else.

Seeing that Lan Song hadn't moved, Song Yichen turned his head, "Call me Dad."

Lan Song quickly understood what Song Yichen meant, and obediently imitated Song Yichen and called out, "Abba."

She has not called this title for more than ten years.After shouting, Lan Song fell silent, not knowing what it was like.

Although they are two simple and dilapidated houses, they are also her home from now on, a home that can shelter from wind and rain.Although he is not in this world, he is someone she calls Abba, someone she can respect and miss.

She thought that she would be lonely for the rest of her life, but she didn't expect that she found another home a few years after the divorce, although this home was completely incomparable with the wealthy Chen family.

Song Yichen was very satisfied with her well-behaved, opened his big palm, and gently pressed on the top of her hair, "Get up first, I'll talk to my dad later."

Lan Song knew that he was afraid that she would hurt from kneeling, so he shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

Seeing that she insisted, Song Yichen also let her go.

After paying homage to Father Song, Song Yichen took her back to another path and continued walking up the mountain.It is Qingming, and along the way, there will be people who come to the mountain to sweep graves in twos and threes.

"Are you tired?" Song Yichen held the bamboo basket with one hand and Lan Song with the other.

"It's okay." Lan Song rarely walked the mountain road, and occasionally walked for such a long time, panting.

"Hold on for a while, it's almost there."

"Well." Lan Song didn't ask where he was going, he said that he was coming soon, and that was where he was going to take her.

As if to relieve her fatigue, Song Yichen said, "I walked this path every day when I was in elementary school. When I was a child, I thought this path was quite wide, but now I realize why it is so narrow. Nothing has changed, this path."

Lan Song walked step by step, imagining the little Song Yichen walking on this cramped mountain road with his schoolbag on his back.The mountain road is still the same mountain road as yesterday, and the person is no longer the same child.

After reaching the top of the mountain, Lan Song saw an elementary school on the other side of the mountain, and she thought it should be Song Yichen's alma mater.

"Want to go down and see?"

"Don't read it, go back."

"Just now, what did you say to your dad?" Lan Song couldn't help asking.

"It's nothing."

Lan Song thought it was a conversation between him and his dad, and when it was inconvenient to talk to outsiders, he heard Song Yichen say, "I'll tell my dad that I have a wife."

Lan Song felt hot in his heart.It's just a little bad, looking at a very gentle person, his speech is really too rough.

(End of this chapter)