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Ms. Ye Chunjiang, Gao's mother, was busy making lunch in the kitchen. When she heard the roar, she jumped out of the kitchen with a spatula in her hand.

Then he and Gao's father stared at each other.

"Hello, uncle and aunt. I'm Song Qingdai. It's our first meeting. I'm sorry for being so abrupt."

After all, she was someone who had lived her life again, so Song Qingdai behaved very generously and naturally, without the slightest bit of shyness.

"Oh! It's Comrade Xiao Song. Come in and sit down. It's very sunny outside!"

Ms. Ye’s face was almost broken by laughter.

This is Song Qingdai, as beautiful and charming as she imagined!

"Gao Han, go get the watermelon from the well and cut it!"

Father Gao quickly ordered his son around.

"Mom, this is Qingdai's first time here, don't scare her."

Gao Han gave her a reassuring look and went to fish watermelon from the well.

In such hot weather, watermelons are usually stored in wells. A sip of it is icy, sweet and thirst-quenching.

"Look at Gao Han. He brought you here without informing me in advance. It's been so many years since we last met. You've grown so big now."

As soon as Ms. Ye saw Song Qingdai, she liked her very much.

Song Qingdai also responded politely.

"Aunt, I came here today and I want to ask about my mother."

She also heard Gao Han say that his mother and her mother were old acquaintances, so she thought of asking.

She knew very little about her mother.

I have no idea where I came from or whether I have any relatives alive.

"Aunt, do you know where my mother fled from?"

"Well..." Gao's mother also fell into reminiscence, then sighed and said: "I don't know exactly where she came from, but she said that her family was in the north, and we are in the south."

Song Qingdai's mother was named Yao Jiahui. When she fled to Hongxing Town, she had many concerns.

At that time, there were hooligans and vagrants everywhere. She was alone and somehow ended up in the Song family and married Song Yuanshan.

"She seldom tells me about her family matters. It's not that she doesn't want to talk about it, but I always feel that...she has a brain injury." Her brain is not very good.

Song Qingdai also knew this.

Because my mother always gets up in the middle of the night and talks to herself in a mumbled voice.

All he said was words that Song Qingdai couldn't understand.

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