The water is hot.
After drinking the water, Song's father finally felt better. He then asked Song Qiao, "Why are you here?"
"I'm here to bring you some winter clothes." Song Qiao looked at the woman and asked, "Who is this?"
"this……"
Song's father was about to answer, but the woman spoke first, "You must be the Ah Qiao that Old Song often talks about, right? My last name is Hua, and I'm a farmer in the mountains. You can just call me Aunt Hua."
"Aunt Hua." Song Qiao called out and looked at the food on the table.
Seeing this, Aunt Hua asked, "Hey, have you eaten? If not, let's eat together. It's still hot." Then she took the bag from her hand, pulled her to sit down, and went to get her bowl and chopsticks to serve her rice.
Judging from her familiar and neat appearance, she must have been here more than once or twice.
Song Qiao looked at his father inquiringly, but his father scratched his head and turned away.
"The food in the mountains isn't as refined as in the city, so don't be surprised." Aunt Hua scooped a bowl of stewed rice from the pot, pressed it tightly, and handed it to Song Qiao, adding, "Even simple food has its merits. It can help you stay healthy and keep you going."
Song Qiao looked at the full bowl of rice in front of him and swallowed.
"What are you standing there for? Come on and eat." Aunt Hua said to Song's father, "Old Song, you eat too."
After saying that, she took the bowl and started eating, chatting with the father and daughter while eating. As they talked, the topic took a turn.
"In my opinion, it's not a good idea for Old Song to live alone in the mountains. He's so absorbed in his orchids that he doesn't even care about himself. He always has no food to eat. Look, it's almost noon now. If I hadn't come, he wouldn't have a bite to eat by now. He's as hungry as those skinny monkeys on the mountain."
This remark struck a chord with Song Qiao, who took the opportunity to persuade his father, "I was just about to discuss this with you, Dad. Winter is approaching, so you should come back to the city with me. After a while, when the snow falls, it will be difficult to get in and out of the mountains."
Song's father shook his head and said, "I'm not going back. If I go back, what will I do with these flowers?"
Song Qiao said, "They grow in the mountains and never die without humans."
"It's different. Many of them are newly bred. They are very delicate and can't be left alone."
"Just take them back to the city and raise them."
"I can't adapt to the climate in the city."
"But I'm worried about you being alone in the mountains."
Thinking that his daughter had now taken up a job and could no longer live with him in the mountains as in previous years, Song's father was at a loss for words.
He was not afraid of anything happening to himself, but he was afraid that his daughter would be lonely in the city.
Aunt Hua put down the bowl and said, "You two don't have to argue. I have an idea."
Both father and daughter looked at her.
She suppressed a hint of uneasiness and continued, "My home is right next to Guanyin Road. The city always sends people to clear the snow during the annual festival. It's very convenient to go up and down the mountain. It's not far from here, so even if it snows, it's easy to walk here... Old Song can stay at my house temporarily. That way, I can take care of you, and it will be convenient for you and your daughter to see each other."
"This..." Song Qiao hesitated, "I'm afraid this isn't a good idea."
"What's there to be afraid of? My husband died early and left no children, so I have no one to talk to. Although there is an old couple at home, they are both kind, easy to talk to, and hospitable. Plus, the older people get, the more they like lively occasions. They wish there were more people to talk to and more pairs of chopsticks to eat with at home." As she said this, Aunt Hua picked up another chopstick of food and put it into Old Song's bowl.
The father and daughter stared at the dish for a long time, and when they looked up, their eyes met.
Song Qiao asked, "Dad...what do you think?"
Father Song looked at Aunt Hua.
Aunt Hua did not dodge or evade, her expression was very frank, and it was obvious that she was planning to take advantage of this old man.
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