Chapter 2237 Looking at Song Dazhuang

Aunt Hong was genuinely good to her nephew, Song Dazhuang. Judging from the age of the offerings placed in front of the tombstone, someone had visited him about ten days ago.

I will not choose anyone other than Aunt Hong.

Meng Yunzheng led Xiao Songle forward by the hand, saying, "Kneel down to your father. If you have anything to say, speak slowly."

"Mmm." Little Song Le obediently knelt down. He had never met his father, but Aunt Hong had told him that although his father was mentally challenged, he still loved him. When he was still in his mother's womb, his father often talked to him and said he would earn money for him.

Meng Yunzheng and Shu Yu didn't disturb him. They went to look at the graves of Song Xiaojiu and his wife and burned a lot of paper money.

Xiao Songle carefully placed the incense sticks, her voice warm and sweet, "Dad, it's me, Gouwa. I've come to see you. I'm doing very well now. I'm studying and learning to read with my cousin, I eat well and dress warmly, and I have many friends... I just miss you and Mom. I wish you were here with me. Actually, I'm quite envious of Quanquan. His parents treat him so well. I know you and Mom will treat me very well too."

As he spoke, his emotions inevitably soured. He had clearly planned that he wouldn't cry when they got to the mountain, but now his eyes couldn't help but start to redden.

"Dad, I'm leaving tomorrow, and I don't know when I'll be able to come see you again. Please be well in heaven and bless me to find Mom soon, okay? We have a little clue about Mom now, and Auntie says we'll definitely find her. I also believe that Mom is waiting for me somewhere. When I find Mom, we'll come to see you together."

After he finished speaking, he respectfully and sincerely kowtowed three times. As he stood up, he wiped his eyes and said, "Father, goodbye."

Xiao Song walked to Meng Yunzheng's side, turning back every few steps. Shu Yu took a handkerchief and wiped her face. "Are you done talking?"

"Um."

Meng Yunzheng then made him kneel down in front of the tombstone, saying, "These are your grandparents. Kneel down to them a few times."

Little Song Le obediently knelt down and kowtowed again, "Grandpa, Grandma, I'm Gouwa, I've come to see you."

Meng Yunzheng patted his head and said softly, "Uncle, Aunt, don't worry, I will take good care of Lele. Although we are leaving the capital tomorrow, Ayu has business here. In two years, when Lele is a little older, we will have him come to the capital with the delivery team to visit you again."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Song's eyes lit up slightly.

After burning the last piece of paper money and extinguishing the fire, Meng Yunzheng packed up everything before taking Xiao Songle's hand and leaving.

As they reached the foot of the mountain, Xiao Songle felt a warm breeze brush against her cheek, a slightly itchy but gentle sensation.

He paused, and Meng Yunzheng stopped and looked down at him, asking, "What's wrong?"

"Uncle, can I ask you for a favor?"

"Just say it, and I'll do whatever I can for you. There's no need to beg."

As he spoke, he lifted Xiao Songle onto the carriage.

The little guy sat down obediently, and after everyone had come up, he whispered, "Uncle, could you draw two pictures for me, portraits of my parents? I... I want to keep them as a memento."

"Of course, that's perfect. We're heading to the Hong family now. I'll ask Aunt Hong about your parents' appearances later, draw them, and give them to you."

Speaking of which, Meng Yunzheng was unable to get away on his two previous visits to the Hong family; it was Shu Yu who took Xiao Song Le with him.

(End of this chapter)