Feng Chen pressed one of her shoulders: "You have heat stroke, and you have to hang salt water for two days." ”

"It's okay, I've always been in good health." Song Zhiyue insisted on going home.

"Obedient." Feng Chen's tone sank.

Song Zhiyue looked at him, her eyes were red and said: "My parents' relationship is very good, my mother is gone, I'm afraid my father can't bear it, I want to go back to accompany him." ”

Feng Chen pursed his lips, let go of the hand on her shoulder, and the two went home.

As soon as he entered the house, Song Zhiyue went to see his father.

Father Song hadn't slept yet, the bedroom was semi-open, and the light was on inside, and she saw Father Song holding the photo frame, calling Mother Song's name, and talking to himself.

She felt very uncomfortable, turned around lightly, and went back to the upstairs room.

She hadn't eaten for a day, so she went into the kitchen, and there were vegetables in the refrigerator that Su Wansheng picked in the vegetable garden yesterday, and he cooked a bowl of noodles and brought it upstairs.

He pushed open the door and saw Song Zhiyue rummaging through the drawer looking for something.

"What are you looking for?" He asked.

"Albums." Song Zhiyue replied.

Feng Chen put the noodle bowl on the table: "You eat something first, I'll help you find it." ”

Song Zhiyue didn't say anything, and the search became more and more eager.

Feng Chen guessed that it should be something important, and searched for it with her, but he couldn't find it after searching all over the room.

Song Zhiyue closed the drawer, quickly walked out of the room, and went downstairs to find his father.

Father Song still maintained the posture just now and hugged the photo frame, he didn't close his eyes for a few days and nights, he was haggard, and his hair was much grayer than before.

She couldn't bear to disturb her father, but the album contained photos of the family and many photos of her mother.

She asked out loud, "Dad, have you seen the photo album in my room?" ”

Father Song wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, put down the photo frame in his hand, got up tremblingly, and went to the cabinet to take out the photo album and hand it to her.

"Your mother said in a fit of anger that she wanted to cut off the mother-daughter relationship with you, but she just talked about it, and when she missed you, she took the photo album and looked at your photos. On Chinese New Year's Eve, she has been waiting for you to come back, but she has been looking forward to it from morning to night, and even made a big table of dishes you like to eat, and you have not returned. ”

Song Zhiyue's eyes were hot, she took the photo frame and hugged it in her arms, and choked in her throat: "Mom, I'm sorry." ”

Father Song said: "It's useless to say anything now, she is no longer there, as long as you live happily in the future, your mother will leave with peace of mind." ”

"Dad, I will." Song Zhiyue bit her lip and didn't let herself cry, "You rest early." ”

Father Song nodded.

Song Zhiyue walked out of Song's father's room, waited for her outside the dusty door, and the two went upstairs.

Back in the room, Song Zhiyue sat down on the edge of the bed, she opened the photo album, and looked at the photos page by page, which also contained photos of Song's mother when she was young.

"You see, my mom wasn't very beautiful when she was young." She pointed to one of them for Feng Chen.

Feng Chen nodded: "Well, it's beautiful." ”

Feng Chen saw one of them, Song's mother was holding a slightly bulging belly, and there was a little girl standing next to her, and Song's father was standing behind the two of them, and asked, "Who is this little girl?" ”

"It's me." Song Zhiyue said.

Feng Chen was stunned, so in this case, the Song family should still have a child.

He asked, "Aren't you the only one in your family?" ”

Song Zhiyue said in a low voice: "Actually, I have a younger brother, maybe a younger sister, but he died before he was born, and it was my mother who was hit by a car in order to save me, and the five-month-old child was gone." ”