Old Mrs. Song had not yet rested, but the manager, Mama Bai, was talking to the old lady.
Mother Bai looked at the hourglass on the cabinet: "If not, I would send someone to ask. The uncle always has rules for doing things. Since he sent someone to report that he will come back to live, he will definitely come back."
Old Mrs. Song looked at Mama Bai: "Brother Xuan must have been tripped. The army is too busy, so don't disturb him."
Mother Bai nodded and was about to get up to change tea for Mrs. Song.
The mother who was in charge outside came in and reported: "Old lady, Yong Ye has sent someone to deliver a letter. The uncle has returned to the military camp. There is no need to leave the door open here. You can rest now!"
Mrs. Song was startled and immediately became worried: "Is there something important at the military camp?"
The steward's mother said: "Yong Ye said that the uncle drank too much wine, so he rested in the military tent."
Mrs. Song thought for a moment, then nodded: "I understand, let's let the bolt fall!"
The mother in charge withdrew, and Mother Bai helped Old Mrs. Song to settle down: "There won't be any trouble suddenly in the military camp, right? It doesn't seem like the uncle's temper to say it so late."
"Yeah," Old Mrs. Song sat on the bed, "This kid has never done anything wrong for so many years, and he never fails to promise. How does he do it? No one is a saint, everyone makes mistakes, I am always afraid
His string was stretched too tight, and he would become even more frustrated if things continued like this.
What’s the use of getting more by then.”
Mother Bai nodded: "The old lady is thoughtful."
"It's better now," Old Mrs. Song smiled, "There has finally been a change, and my heart has become much more stable. I will definitely have a peaceful sleep this time. As expected, my children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. There is no need to worry.
It’s no use, those worries will be gone by then.”
Mother Bai heard the connotation of the words: "What the old lady means is that the uncle is like this because of Miss Xu?"
"Who else could it be?" Old Mrs. Song said with a smile, "Are you older than me? Why are you so confused?"
Mother Bai looked ashamed: "No matter how young I am, I can't compare to the old lady. We, the Song family, all have to rely on you."
Old Mrs. Song lay on the bed and closed her eyes: "I'm old, maybe I won't have to deal with these things in the future."
Mother Bai was shocked when she heard this and looked at Mrs. Song blankly.
"What?" Mrs. Song asked, "Is there anything else?"
"No," Bai's mother pursed her lips, "I just think that you should be cautious. Not everyone can be in this family."
"I think that child is more transparent than when I was young," said Mrs. Song. "I'm old, and what's the use of holding on to those things? I'll have to let go of them in the end."
Mother Bai stopped talking, put down the curtain, lowered her head and retreated.
Old Mrs. Song closed her eyes and remembered that one night, someone visited the Song family and asked the Song family to help save a person. After thinking for a long time, she finally made up her mind and led the people all the way to the capital.
Then she saw the dying child in a small boat. At that time, she thought that the child would not survive.
His chest was pierced, his breathing was very weak, his body was covered with feces, and he was curled up motionless.
This is a trouble. If the Song family takes over this trouble, it will mean that the Song family's century-old semi-reclusive life will come to an end. It is very likely that this incident will bring disaster to the Song family.
Will the ancestors of the Song family agree? Will the old man Izumi Izhi complain about her?
She hesitated, and in her opinion, even if she reached out to save him, the child would not survive. Maybe he was unconscious now, so the best result would be to die slowly.
When the time comes, she will have someone prepare a coffin to bury him, so that he will not die in the wilderness.
When Old Mrs. Song thought of this, she was about to lift her feet and leave, but that thin and thin arm stretched out, and her stained little hand firmly grasped the corner of her skirt, as if she would not let go regardless of anything.
The child was speechless, and his flesh smelled rancid, but his eyes were still so clear, and the desire to live flashed in them.
She had seen too much suffering, and heard the old man talk about all kinds of joys and sorrows, but at that moment she was moved by those eyes, so she ordered someone to bring the child back, cover up everything he had done before, and let him
He stayed in the Song family as the eldest son of the Song family and was named Song Chengxuan.
Rather than saying that she saved Brother Xuan, it would be better to say that Brother Xuan survived on his own. The treatment was very dangerous, his weak body was as hot as coals, and his whole body twitched because of it, but he just gritted his teeth and pushed through.
His injuries gradually healed. He was like a child, slowly getting out of bed in front of her, resumed walking, practiced boxing and kicking in the yard, studied hard until late at night, and took his family guards to work on the ship. Every time he came back, he had a narrow escape.
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Gradually, some people said that her children would definitely revitalize the Song family in the future. What others took ten years to accomplish, he did in two or three years.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would be able to believe that the now majestic Master Song was the same child who was full of dirt and dying.
Everyone was afraid of him and respected him, but she felt that the child had never changed and was still curled up with scars all over his body.
The wound on his chest never healed, and was still exposed naked in front of others, but no one saw it, and no one dared to look.
She was always worried that the child's injuries were too serious and there was no chance of recovery. Sooner or later he would be worn down and feel tired.
Fortunately, God was still kind to him and gave him a chance of survival.
A while ago, she received news that the girl was the eldest lady of the Anyi Hou Mansion. She was different from what Xue Chen thought, but she thought it was a good thing.
She didn't want Brother Xuan to be extreme because of hatred, but she was not strong enough to persuade him. There had to be someone who could really influence him and make him make some changes.
If he is willing to marry Miss Xu, then there is no need to prove anything. Miss Xu has already made him do this.
The Song family has seen too many people get lost because of power. Too many battles will always lead to hostility. Only by being tied down can people always find their true heart.
Mrs. Song fell asleep with a smile on her face.
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Song Chengxuan rode Xu Qinghuan back to the military camp, walked all the way into the military tent, and pulled her to sit on the bed.
After a long while, Xu Qinghuan raised his eyes to look at Song Chengxuan. His face was calm, as before, and he didn't seem drunk at all.
Their eyes met, and he raised his hand as if to smooth her slightly messy temples, but he still didn't put it down.
"Sir Song," Xu Qinghuan said, "You are drunk... just... take a rest!"
Xu Qinghuan seemed to see Song Chengxuan nod his head, and then he lay down, lying down on the simple wooden bed in the military tent, making a loud noise.
Xu Qinghuan opened his eyes wide, stood up, and looked at the man on the bed in disbelief.
Is he really drunk?
Every move no longer looks like usual, but actually reveals a bit of cuteness.