Sheng Chong Second Marriage

Chapter 172 Recognition of Identity (Part [-])

When Lan Song woke up, he saw Song Yichen sitting at the desk reading a book.The soft sunlight in spring shrouded Song Yichen through the window, and he was wearing a white shirt that looked fresh and elegant.

Not calling Song Yichen, Lan Song stretched out his hand to touch the light, only one or two crisp bird calls outside the window could be heard, and Song Yichen was beside him.The years are so quiet.

"Are you awake? Get up and eat when you wake up."

"What time is it?" Lan Song didn't move, he didn't want to move.

"It's past two o'clock." Putting down the book in his hand, Song Yichen sat by the bed, "Are you tired?"

It is impossible to sleep like this when you are not tired.

There was obvious guilt in Song Yichen's eyes, Lan Song didn't like this, "Even if you're tired, you'll be fine after a night of sleep. Just this one trip, didn't you still walk every day when you were young?"

Song Yichen smiled and held her hand, "I'm used to walking, so how can you compare with me."

"Yichen, do you know? In my mother's eyes, I am the pot of water that was thrown out, but unfortunately, this pot of water was thrown back. I am not short of money, but I am short of a home. Now you gave me A home, I am very happy and like it..."

Song Yichen's eyes moved slightly, he held back his emotions, and interlocked Lan Song's fingers.

"Get up and eat, I'll give you a hot pot."

With that said, Song Yichen took the clothes for Lan Song and asked her to wear them.Landing on the ground, Lan Song stood up and found the hot soreness on the soles of his feet.

"It hurts?"

I usually lack such high-intensity exercise, and my skin is tender, but now it is really painful, not deliberately hypocritical.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Song Yichen directly picked her up and carried her into the kitchen.

Song's mother had just returned from a visit to the neighbor's house, and before she was in the yard, she saw Song Yichen carrying Lan Song into the kitchen.

"Sin!" Song's mother really can't understand her son's slavish appearance. Even if their family is poor, but with her son's appearance and talent, is she afraid that she won't be able to find a wife?

Mother Song sighed, patted the dust off the shoe, and went into the room.

Lan Song likes this kind of rural life that seems to be isolated from the world, and she even eats the leftover food in the pot with relish.Pure natural vegetables and rice and the original taste of firewood, so simple that I don't want to count how much time has passed.

"There's nothing to eat here. They're all wild vegetables from the mountains. You make do with them first, and I'll cook something delicious for you when you get back."

Lan Song smiled, maybe he was so hungry that he swept away all the wild vegetables in the mountains that Song Yichen was talking about in a short time.

"Oh, I'm full." Lan Song touched his chubby belly and regretted, "I knew I wouldn't eat so much."

Song Yichen used his fingertips to wipe off a little oil stain on the corner of Lan Song's mouth, and began to tidy up the dishes on the table.

"Yichen, how did Dad get away?" Lan Song asked while sitting at the Eight Immortals table, resting his chin.

"I'm sick, I have stomach cancer..." Standing by the sink, Song Yichen scooped up a few scoops of water with a gourd ladle and poured them into the sink, scrubbing them one by one.

"My mother said that they were all hungry for a long time. The family was poor and had no food, and the poor mountains and rivers here, no matter how hard they worked, the harvest in a year would be the same. My father worked day and night for me and my mother, and finally Tired myself out."

"How old were you then?"

"Not very old, maybe five or six years old... I remember that my father likes to draw. He taught me to draw whenever he had time. He used branches to draw various animals and flowers on the ground..."

Song Yichen talked about the past with Lan Song intermittently, and the sadness seeped out densely from his thin back, which made Lan Song feel distressed for a while.Enduring the pain in his feet, Lan Song walked over and hugged Song Yichen from behind, hugging him tightly.

With a bowl in hand, Song Yichen also followed her.The white shirt exuded Song Yichen's strong breath, and Lan Song was in a daze.

As soon as it was packed and was about to leave the kitchen, a group of children from nowhere surrounded the yard.

"Brother Yichen..."

"Brother Yichen..."

The crisp child's voice shouted at the top of his throat.

"Children in the village, let's go out and have a look." Song Yichen took Lan Song's hand and walked out.

There were about seven or eight half-year-old children, and when they saw Song Yichen, they surrounded him.

"Brother Yichen, why are you back?"

Song Yichen used to not come back once a year, but this year he came back twice in less than half a year.In fact, these children were not very familiar with Song Yichen, and they were so enthusiastic because Song Yichen would bring them some snacks when he came back.Snacks that are very common for children in the city are treasures here.

Song Yichen was studying abroad, and Song's mother was left alone in this village, usually entrusting the villagers to take care of her.Although it is poor here, the folk customs are simple and honest, and they will help if they say they can take care of them.

Song Yichen has always been grateful, but he is still a student, and he is not very capable of repaying, but every time he comes back, he will bring some snacks or stationery to the children in the village.Giving back to the children is tantamount to thanking their parents and elders for taking care of Song's mother.

Song Yichen turned around and entered the house. When he came out, he was carrying a bag of plastic bags, followed by Song's mother.Before Lan Song asked him what it was, Song Yichen didn't say it directly, it was a trick, and now she knows.

Like a sparrow, the child surrounded Song Yichen again.

Not long after, a few more children came. Compared with the group in front, these children were obviously much shyer.And behind them are several adults.

Someone smiled and spoke, and Lan Song didn't understand what they said, but she only heard Song's mother answering with a smile.Later, a few people chatted with each other.

From the eyes they watched on her, Lan Song guessed that the person they were chatting with should be her.

Lan Song stood there not daring to move, unable to understand the language, and having a special status, he could only smile.

"Hello, sister-in-law." The crisp voice was not a very standard Mandarin pronunciation, but Lan Song understood it and was also solidly startled.

Immediately afterwards, one child after another came up to her and said hello, uniformly, "Hello, sister-in-law."

Lan Song felt flustered and anxiously asked Song Yichen for help, only to find that he was talking in a child's ear, and then the child nodded and walked towards her.

The instigator turned out to be him.

The grown-ups naturally heard it too, and laughed out loud, a pleasant laugh, and a joy to enjoy.Song Yichen over there was also smiling, and his smile was smug.

Lan Song's face was suddenly redder than the sunset glow in the sky, but he couldn't escape.The children came over one by one, shouting very seriously and sincerely.

Calling her sister-in-law is an affirmation of her identity.From then on, everyone in this village knew that the promising son of the old Song family had found a wife, and it was her.

The children got the food, and after saying hello, they left in a hurry. The adults behind chatted with Song's mother and went back.

(End of this chapter)