Chapter 180
Little Messenger
Chapter 180 Little Messenger
"Xiao Ci, where have you been?"
Seeing Song Ci enter the room with Nuan Nuan in his arms, Grandpa Song Huai asked casually.
"It's nothing, I went around." Song Ci said.
"Oh, Haitao seems to be at home, are you going to play with him?" Song Huai said again.
"Hai Tao?" Song Ci was taken aback when he heard this.
Song Haitao is his childhood friend and his best friend in the past. The two grew up together, but since Song Ci went to Jiangzhou City to go to university, and he went south to work, the two have almost lost contact. They came back during the Chinese New Year. When we meet each other, we just say hello politely.
Both of them wanted to say these things, but they opened their mouths, but they didn't know what to say. In the end, they just looked at each other speechlessly, and said dryly: "You are busy."
"No." Song Ci's voice was very flat and authentic.
"You used to have such a good relationship." Grandpa Song Huai smiled slightly.
Song Ci understood what grandpa meant, and quietly said: "They've all grown up."
Grandpa smiled when he heard the words, but didn't say any more.
Turning around, he said, "After lunch, will you take Nuan Nuan to see her mother?"
Song Ci was taken aback when he heard the words, because he knew the existence of Gui, 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 Nuannuan to worship her mother.
But since grandpa mentioned it now, Song Ci nodded and said, "Take her there after dinner."
Nuan Nuan, who was hugged by Song Ci, asked with surprise when she heard the words: "Are we going to see my mother? Can I see her? You are not lying?"
"That was not what I meant……"
As soon as Song Ci wanted to explain, Nuan Nuan complained to Song Huai: "Grandpa, Dad lied to me again. He also lied to me that my mother has become a star in the sky and is looking at me in the sky."
While she was talking, she opened her arms to her grandpa to hug her, because she knew that when she said this, her ass would suffer, and she absolutely couldn't stay in Dad's arms.
"Really? Grandpa will beat him up for you later."
Seeing Nuan Nuan's open arms, Song Huai immediately reached out to hug her cheerfully.
"Grandpa, what are you kidding, how can you hug her, don't lose your waist." Song Ci hurriedly hugged Nuan Nuan, avoiding Song Huai's hand.
When Song Huai heard this, his eyes widened, "Nonsense, your father and I are not old enough to lie on the bed and cannot move."
Then he directly snatched the child from Song Ci's hands, and smiled triumphantly at Song Ci.
Song Ci angrily stretched out his hand to pat her butt, but Song Huai turned around, turned his back to him, and helped Nuannuan hide.
"Don't be afraid, with your grandpa here, your father dare not do anything to you."
"Grandpa, you are so kind."
Nuannuan happily hugged Song Huai's neck, over his shoulder, and stuck out her tongue towards Song Ci.
"It's time to eat." Zhao Caixia shouted from the kitchen.
"it is good."
Song Ci hurriedly responded, and then moved the large square table in the hall to the center of the hall, and placed four long benches on all sides, then went to the kitchen to see if there were any dishes to serve.
When he entered the kitchen, he saw Zhao Caixia's disheveled appearance. Song Ci was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Zhao Caixia had been using a gas stove at his place, and he was not used to using a wood-burning stove when he came back.
"What are you doing there? Help me get the dishes out."
Seeing him standing still at the kitchen door, Zhao Caixia asked in a strange tone.
Song Ci took a breath and said, "It's nothing, Mom, where's my dad?"
"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 a little congested in his chest. Zhao Caixia was with him, busy doing laundry and cooking. Unexpectedly, when he came back to the countryside, he was still busy cooking.
The hardest part of the whole family belongs to her.
"Mom, when Dad is free, let him help you to work together, don't hold hands and wander around the village every day." Song Ci said.
"There is no land at home now, how can there be any work?" Zhao Caixia said nonchalantly.
Perhaps for Zhao Caixia, doing laundry and cooking is not a job, because she has been here all her life.
Song Ci didn't say any more, but silently brought the dishes to the hall, thinking about how to improve their lives.
Unexpectedly, halfway on the way, they encountered a "robbed road".
"What are you holding in your hand?" Nuan Nuan asked curiously, tiptoeing.
“Braised Chicken.”
"How does it taste?" she asked, swallowing.
Seeing her little greedy cat, Song Ci was a little funny, but still couldn't help but shook his head and said, "I don't know, I haven't tasted it."
"Then do you want me to taste it for you?" Nuan Nuan asked expectantly.
"No need, and I think if you don't let me go, the food will be cold, and it won't taste good later." Song Ci said.
"Hmph, how stingy."
Seeing that there was no hope, Nuan Nuan immediately crossed his hips, walked around him with a look of disdain, and walked towards the kitchen.
"Grandma, let me help you serve the dishes."
Before anyone entered the kitchen, she started yelling loudly.
Song Ci ignored her and brought the food to the hall, then walked out the back door and shouted across the road, "Dad, it's time to eat."
The so-called back room is the home of Song Ci.
Song Ci's house and grandpa's house are one behind and one in front, separated by a road, and they are only a few steps away, very close.
The cement road in the middle was only built in recent years. It used to be a dirt road. Song Ci was particularly impressed. I remember that when I was in elementary school, the most feared thing was rain, because as long as it rained, this road would be full of people. Pit, full of mud.
Carrying a heavy schoolbag, stepping on a muddy dirt road, wearing wet shoes, the memory is not good.
Song Shouren heard the words and appeared at the door of the house, "Come on, you guys eat first."
Seeing that he was as disgraced as Zhao Caixia, it turned out that he had gone home to tidy up the house.
Song Ci turned and walked back into 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 Nuannuan and sat in the middle between himself and his grandma, and this seat was facing the main door of the hall. This was the main seat, and only the elders in the family could sit there.
"What age is it? Don't pay attention to these." Song Huai waved his hands and insisted.
Song Ci thinks so too, they are all a family, so they don't pay attention to those.
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.
Seeing her like this, Song Huai directly reached out and picked up a chicken leg from the plate, and handed it to Nuan Nuan: "Eat it with your hands."
Nuan Nuan's big eyes seemed to light up, and he took it happily.
"Thank you, grandpa." Song Ci reminded aloud.
"Thank you grandpa."
Nuan Nuan happily flicked the short legs hanging in the air, and gnawed at the big chicken leg in her hand.
"Be careful it's hot." Song Ci couldn't help reminding again.
Song Huai glanced at him upon hearing this.
"What's wrong?" Song Ci asked a little strangely.
"I just think, have you really grown up? You are now a father." Song Huai said with emotion.
"Uh... isn't it always? Why do you say that all of a sudden?" Song Ci was a little puzzled.
"Because you have become wordy, only those who become parents will become wordy." Song Huai said with a smile.
Song Ci heard the words and thought about it, it really is the truth.
After lunch, Song Ci got a basin of water and helped the little guy wash his face.
The little guy is like a little pig, eating all over his face, the soup has crusted on his cheeks, and rice grains are all over his forehead, it feels like he stuffed his whole head into the "pot".
But grandpa likes such children, because it is a blessing to be able to eat.
Moreover, Nuan Nuan is talented and intelligent, and can speak well, which makes him love him even more.
After washing, Song Ci took her and drove her to buy a few knives of toilet paper before arriving at Yun Chuyao's grave.
A few tombs stand alone in the barren hills and fields, and a few crows croaking on the nearby treetops add to the loneliness.
Song Ci felt a little noisy, but Nuan Nuan felt curious. She was held in her father's arms, and she looked up at her neck to find out where the birds were singing.
Song Ci put Nuan Nuan down and let her stand by herself, while he squatted down, took out all the toilet paper in the bag, and lit it with a lighter.
The burning flames attracted Nuan Nuan who was looking up at the sky looking for the birds. She looked back and saw the smiling photo on the tombstone.
"Mother."
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 mother." Nuan Nuan pointed to the tombstone, her tone a little excited.
"Yes, it's mom. If you have anything to say, you can tell mom now, she can hear you." Song Ci said.
"Really?" Nuan Nuan asked in surprise.
"Of course." Song Ci nodded.
"Mom~, I miss you, do you miss me?" Nuan Nuan suddenly yelled at the tombstone.
A gust of wind blew up the burning paper ember and rolled it up to the sky, carrying the little guy's yearning and voice into the distance.
Taoyuan Village.
Yun Chuyao, who was sitting in the house and folded the written letter, seemed to feel something. When he walked out of the house, he saw the cauldron in front of the door suddenly burning.
Incense began to permeate from it, rising into the air, like a spirit snake, circling in the air.
With the appearance of Yun Chuyao, as if he had found his master, he shot away immediately, wrapping around her body.
The incense not only nourished Yun Chuyao's soul, but also mixed with the thoughts of his relatives.
"Nuan Nuan~, Mom misses you too."
Yun Chuyao looked down at the photo in his hand. In the photo, the little guy was facing the sun and laughing.
"If that bad guy of your father didn't lie to me, I think we can still meet." Yun Chuyao rubbed the photo and said with a smile.
At this moment, a small figure came out from behind the peach tree not far away.
"Aunt Yaoyao."
Little messenger, here to pick up the package.
(End of this chapter)
"Xiao Ci, where have you been?"
Seeing Song Ci enter the room with Nuan Nuan in his arms, Grandpa Song Huai asked casually.
"It's nothing, I went around." Song Ci said.
"Oh, Haitao seems to be at home, are you going to play with him?" Song Huai said again.
"Hai Tao?" Song Ci was taken aback when he heard this.
Song Haitao is his childhood friend and his best friend in the past. The two grew up together, but since Song Ci went to Jiangzhou City to go to university, and he went south to work, the two have almost lost contact. They came back during the Chinese New Year. When we meet each other, we just say hello politely.
Both of them wanted to say these things, but they opened their mouths, but they didn't know what to say. In the end, they just looked at each other speechlessly, and said dryly: "You are busy."
"No." Song Ci's voice was very flat and authentic.
"You used to have such a good relationship." Grandpa Song Huai smiled slightly.
Song Ci understood what grandpa meant, and quietly said: "They've all grown up."
Grandpa smiled when he heard the words, but didn't say any more.
Turning around, he said, "After lunch, will you take Nuan Nuan to see her mother?"
Song Ci was taken aback when he heard the words, because he knew the existence of Gui, 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 Nuannuan to worship her mother.
But since grandpa mentioned it now, Song Ci nodded and said, "Take her there after dinner."
Nuan Nuan, who was hugged by Song Ci, asked with surprise when she heard the words: "Are we going to see my mother? Can I see her? You are not lying?"
"That was not what I meant……"
As soon as Song Ci wanted to explain, Nuan Nuan complained to Song Huai: "Grandpa, Dad lied to me again. He also lied to me that my mother has become a star in the sky and is looking at me in the sky."
While she was talking, she opened her arms to her grandpa to hug her, because she knew that when she said this, her ass would suffer, and she absolutely couldn't stay in Dad's arms.
"Really? Grandpa will beat him up for you later."
Seeing Nuan Nuan's open arms, Song Huai immediately reached out to hug her cheerfully.
"Grandpa, what are you kidding, how can you hug her, don't lose your waist." Song Ci hurriedly hugged Nuan Nuan, avoiding Song Huai's hand.
When Song Huai heard this, his eyes widened, "Nonsense, your father and I are not old enough to lie on the bed and cannot move."
Then he directly snatched the child from Song Ci's hands, and smiled triumphantly at Song Ci.
Song Ci angrily stretched out his hand to pat her butt, but Song Huai turned around, turned his back to him, and helped Nuannuan hide.
"Don't be afraid, with your grandpa here, your father dare not do anything to you."
"Grandpa, you are so kind."
Nuannuan happily hugged Song Huai's neck, over his shoulder, and stuck out her tongue towards Song Ci.
"It's time to eat." Zhao Caixia shouted from the kitchen.
"it is good."
Song Ci hurriedly responded, and then moved the large square table in the hall to the center of the hall, and placed four long benches on all sides, then went to the kitchen to see if there were any dishes to serve.
When he entered the kitchen, he saw Zhao Caixia's disheveled appearance. Song Ci was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Zhao Caixia had been using a gas stove at his place, and he was not used to using a wood-burning stove when he came back.
"What are you doing there? Help me get the dishes out."
Seeing him standing still at the kitchen door, Zhao Caixia asked in a strange tone.
Song Ci took a breath and said, "It's nothing, Mom, where's my dad?"
"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 a little congested in his chest. Zhao Caixia was with him, busy doing laundry and cooking. Unexpectedly, when he came back to the countryside, he was still busy cooking.
The hardest part of the whole family belongs to her.
"Mom, when Dad is free, let him help you to work together, don't hold hands and wander around the village every day." Song Ci said.
"There is no land at home now, how can there be any work?" Zhao Caixia said nonchalantly.
Perhaps for Zhao Caixia, doing laundry and cooking is not a job, because she has been here all her life.
Song Ci didn't say any more, but silently brought the dishes to the hall, thinking about how to improve their lives.
Unexpectedly, halfway on the way, they encountered a "robbed road".
"What are you holding in your hand?" Nuan Nuan asked curiously, tiptoeing.
“Braised Chicken.”
"How does it taste?" she asked, swallowing.
Seeing her little greedy cat, Song Ci was a little funny, but still couldn't help but shook his head and said, "I don't know, I haven't tasted it."
"Then do you want me to taste it for you?" Nuan Nuan asked expectantly.
"No need, and I think if you don't let me go, the food will be cold, and it won't taste good later." Song Ci said.
"Hmph, how stingy."
Seeing that there was no hope, Nuan Nuan immediately crossed his hips, walked around him with a look of disdain, and walked towards the kitchen.
"Grandma, let me help you serve the dishes."
Before anyone entered the kitchen, she started yelling loudly.
Song Ci ignored her and brought the food to the hall, then walked out the back door and shouted across the road, "Dad, it's time to eat."
The so-called back room is the home of Song Ci.
Song Ci's house and grandpa's house are one behind and one in front, separated by a road, and they are only a few steps away, very close.
The cement road in the middle was only built in recent years. It used to be a dirt road. Song Ci was particularly impressed. I remember that when I was in elementary school, the most feared thing was rain, because as long as it rained, this road would be full of people. Pit, full of mud.
Carrying a heavy schoolbag, stepping on a muddy dirt road, wearing wet shoes, the memory is not good.
Song Shouren heard the words and appeared at the door of the house, "Come on, you guys eat first."
Seeing that he was as disgraced as Zhao Caixia, it turned out that he had gone home to tidy up the house.
Song Ci turned and walked back into 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 Nuannuan and sat in the middle between himself and his grandma, and this seat was facing the main door of the hall. This was the main seat, and only the elders in the family could sit there.
"What age is it? Don't pay attention to these." Song Huai waved his hands and insisted.
Song Ci thinks so too, they are all a family, so they don't pay attention to those.
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.
Seeing her like this, Song Huai directly reached out and picked up a chicken leg from the plate, and handed it to Nuan Nuan: "Eat it with your hands."
Nuan Nuan's big eyes seemed to light up, and he took it happily.
"Thank you, grandpa." Song Ci reminded aloud.
"Thank you grandpa."
Nuan Nuan happily flicked the short legs hanging in the air, and gnawed at the big chicken leg in her hand.
"Be careful it's hot." Song Ci couldn't help reminding again.
Song Huai glanced at him upon hearing this.
"What's wrong?" Song Ci asked a little strangely.
"I just think, have you really grown up? You are now a father." Song Huai said with emotion.
"Uh... isn't it always? Why do you say that all of a sudden?" Song Ci was a little puzzled.
"Because you have become wordy, only those who become parents will become wordy." Song Huai said with a smile.
Song Ci heard the words and thought about it, it really is the truth.
After lunch, Song Ci got a basin of water and helped the little guy wash his face.
The little guy is like a little pig, eating all over his face, the soup has crusted on his cheeks, and rice grains are all over his forehead, it feels like he stuffed his whole head into the "pot".
But grandpa likes such children, because it is a blessing to be able to eat.
Moreover, Nuan Nuan is talented and intelligent, and can speak well, which makes him love him even more.
After washing, Song Ci took her and drove her to buy a few knives of toilet paper before arriving at Yun Chuyao's grave.
A few tombs stand alone in the barren hills and fields, and a few crows croaking on the nearby treetops add to the loneliness.
Song Ci felt a little noisy, but Nuan Nuan felt curious. She was held in her father's arms, and she looked up at her neck to find out where the birds were singing.
Song Ci put Nuan Nuan down and let her stand by herself, while he squatted down, took out all the toilet paper in the bag, and lit it with a lighter.
The burning flames attracted Nuan Nuan who was looking up at the sky looking for the birds. She looked back and saw the smiling photo on the tombstone.
"Mother."
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 mother." Nuan Nuan pointed to the tombstone, her tone a little excited.
"Yes, it's mom. If you have anything to say, you can tell mom now, she can hear you." Song Ci said.
"Really?" Nuan Nuan asked in surprise.
"Of course." Song Ci nodded.
"Mom~, I miss you, do you miss me?" Nuan Nuan suddenly yelled at the tombstone.
A gust of wind blew up the burning paper ember and rolled it up to the sky, carrying the little guy's yearning and voice into the distance.
Taoyuan Village.
Yun Chuyao, who was sitting in the house and folded the written letter, seemed to feel something. When he walked out of the house, he saw the cauldron in front of the door suddenly burning.
Incense began to permeate from it, rising into the air, like a spirit snake, circling in the air.
With the appearance of Yun Chuyao, as if he had found his master, he shot away immediately, wrapping around her body.
The incense not only nourished Yun Chuyao's soul, but also mixed with the thoughts of his relatives.
"Nuan Nuan~, Mom misses you too."
Yun Chuyao looked down at the photo in his hand. In the photo, the little guy was facing the sun and laughing.
"If that bad guy of your father didn't lie to me, I think we can still meet." Yun Chuyao rubbed the photo and said with a smile.
At this moment, a small figure came out from behind the peach tree not far away.
"Aunt Yaoyao."
Little messenger, here to pick up the package.
(End of this chapter)