They left the house to Uncle Sarah and Heschen by tacit agreement.
Ye Wan and Feng Suheng looked at each other, got up and went to the kitchen together.
The aunt was cooking. While cooking, she raised her sleeves to wipe her face.
Seeing Ye Wan, the aunt smiled on her face, full of joy and gratitude, "Xiao Wan, when I saw you for the first time, I thought you were a good boy with a kind face. Are you coming home to the website?"
You must all be gods from heaven who came down to earth! Auntie, I really don’t know how to thank you!"
He looked back at the house, his eyes full of eagerness to take a look, and Kazuma passed by but didn't know how to face Axi's guilt.
The aunt looked at Feng Suheng again and said, "Xiaowan, this is..."
"He is Axi's agent."
Ye Wan said softly: "Auntie, Ah Xi is a big star now, and Brother Heng is the agent who helps him take care of his work and life."
I don't know what a broker does.
But the aunt remembered Ye Wan's words "take care of work and life".
Looking at Feng Suheng again, he was just as grateful and moved as he was when he looked at Ye Wan, "Thank you for taking care of my Axi for so many years! Later, my child's father and I will go to the temple to light the longevity lamp for you, and bless you for your long life."
Live a hundred years."
"What a good man..."
Even though she was crying with joy, she didn't delay the aunt's cooking. In the blink of an eye, four dishes and one soup were ready.
While welcoming Ye Wan and Feng Suheng into the room, he quickly served the meal.
As soon as her hands touched the edge of the serving plate, it seemed a bit crude, so the aunt turned around and dragged out a few jars from the corner.
It was so dark that I couldn't see what was in the jar.
But as soon as the mouth of the jar was opened, the fragrant smell of fish and rice wine filled the entire kitchen.
The smell was wafting all the way, and the aunt came into the house carrying a tray.
On the side, Uncle Sara and Ah Gui were clearing the table and serving dishes. In a blink of an eye, the small table was full.
Looking at He Sichen one after another, the aunt moved her mouth. Before she could say anything to greet him for dinner, tears fell uncontrollably.
He Sichen looked at his aunt with tears in his eyes, "Mom, you can eat too."
Sure enough, after hearing the words "Ama", the aunt couldn't hold back.
While nodding, he covered his mouth and entered the back room.
A cry sounded, and Uncle Sarah patted Heschen on the shoulder, "Are you hungry? Eat quickly..."
After saying that, Uncle Sarah entered the back room.
The voice of speaking.
The sounds of crying and comforting each other.
The sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets.
As if his ears were cocked to listen to the sounds outside, he heard the three people put down their chopsticks, and Uncle Sara took his wife's hand and walked out.
The two of them held many things in their hands.
"Agui, come here..."
After waving to his youngest son, Uncle Sara walked to the table and sat down, handing the two bankbooks to each of them, "Since the year you two were born, your grandmother and I have been saving money.
Money. Not much money..."
Looking at Ah Gui, Uncle Sara looked at He Sichen with choked sobs, "Axi, my father and mother are sorry for you, but in the past 25 years, we have never forgotten you for a day. It doesn't matter whether you blame us or not.
No matter what, it’s all as it should be. But, never... never hate us!”
What happened back then, whether you say they were stupid or ignorant, it was wrong to say they were wrong.
If they had it to do over again, even if they risked their lives, they would not let Uncle Mu Hei take Axi away from them.
"Axi, this is what grandma has made for you over the years..."
The aunt handed the things in her arms to He Sichen.
My childhood clothes, shoes, and saliva towel.
When I got older, I would wear clothes and hats, as well as thick black cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles.
After saving for 25 years, she has a lot of things, all made by her own hands.
Every stitch, every thread is mixed with her longing for her child.
Looking at the bankbook in my hand that started 25 years ago, I deposit a little money every year but never withdraw it.
Then look at those large and small clothes, hats, shoes and socks that smell of the sun.
He Sichen's heart was sour and astringent, and the little entanglement that had been accumulated slowly dissipated with the breath he exhaled.