Chapter 1403 Fate is truly unpredictable.

Song Chunxue kept her head down the whole time, following behind Mei Yang. While the three of them were exchanging pleasantries, she used the excuse of going to the outhouse to go to the backyard first.

Although it is extremely unreasonable to look for the outhouse as soon as you enter someone's yard.

But she couldn't care less about that anymore.

Overwhelmed by her emotions, she could only run away.

Looking at the familiar bricks and tiles in the backyard, the potato cellar is still there, the little house is still there, the peonies in the front yard have stretched out of the garden, and the stone table and benches in the center of the yard are still the same as they were back then.

Song Chunxue overestimated herself. She always thought she had become indifferent to life and death and the seven emotions and six desires, but when she returned to a familiar place and saw that her own child was taking good care of all the things she loved most, she couldn't control her heart and couldn't hold back her tears.

How could an old woman have so many tears?

I remember Li Dazui once scolded her, saying she cried all day long, like a donkey's piss.

At that moment, she felt she was shedding more tears than donkey urine.

She looked up at the sky, tears streaming down her face, and gave a self-deprecating laugh. "Damn it, all that work was for nothing."

People should never assume that just because they are getting older, they have more control over life and everything else than younger people.

In the end, I still couldn't control my tears.

Mulan was cooking in the kitchen, and her maid was helping her. The two chatted and laughed, and things seemed harmonious.

Perhaps because they weren't used to having too many people around, there were no other servants or maids in the courtyard.

After composing herself, Song Chunxue stepped into the north room.

After entering, I couldn't help but glance into the inner room, wondering if the little trinkets I hadn't had time to pack up were still there.

For example, her sewing box, the jewelry box she once bought on the street, her favorite little apricot wood stool, on which she had sewn a soft cushion for two days, using the finest black and red silk, and the peony pattern on it was something she had painstakingly preserved intact.

"Please have a seat, sir. We're having some potted tea. I don't know if you like it. We'll eat when the rice is ready." With that, Sanwa asked with a smile, "Would you like brown sugar or rock sugar?"

Song Chunxue asked with a nasal tone, "Is it black tea or green tea?"

“Green tea,” Sanwa explained earnestly, “I’m afraid that drinking black tea will cause me to have a sore throat, especially since spring is dry.”

“Then brown sugar,” she said, not daring to look Sanwa in the eye for too long, afraid that she would burst into tears in front of him. “I’m also from the Northwest. I grew up in Zhuanglang County when I was a child.”

“I can tell, your accent is exactly the same as ours,” Sanwa said, looking at her curiously. “Is your family all here? When you come to a familiar place, everything feels like chili peppers piercing your lungs, right?”

As Sanwa spoke, his voice became soft and gentle, filled with endless reminiscence and emotion. "After my mother passed away, I went to Li Family Village. As soon as I opened the courtyard gate, I couldn't help but burst into tears. My wife said I cried like an ox and nothing we did could comfort me." At this point, he smiled and looked at Song Chunxue. "I think if there weren't outsiders around, you would be in a similar situation now."

"..." Mei Yang glanced at Song Chunxue, unable to describe the feeling in his heart. Although he was a man, he couldn't help but want to cry at this moment.

Song Chunxue bit the inside of her cheek and forced a smile. "You're right. When you return to your homeland, you can't make many decisions for yourself."

Mei Yang lowered his head and took a sip of tea, almost burning his tongue.

Alas, fate is cruel.

If it were him, he would definitely disregard everything else and just want to hold his son and cry.

Since dying once is the same as dying twice, it's all external. We can't be afraid to acknowledge the children just because we're worried about scaring them.

We shouldn't force them to reunite as strangers just because we're afraid they'll be sad again.

But then I thought about it again, and realized how ridiculous parents are, afraid of causing their children even the slightest trouble.

As long as they are doing well, I can endure any sadness I may feel; I just need to bear it and it will pass.

Be patient, and things will eventually calm down.