Chapter 1405
I never imagined that I would move back into this courtyard under such a identity and with such an excuse.
When a person dies, they truly have nothing left; everything they had in life no longer belongs to them.
Twenty years ago, she could only die in the hearts of everyone she knew so as not to cause them any trouble.
Now that they're back, they still can't recognize each other.
Actually, it's not a big deal if we don't see each other. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. In the end, it's Song Chunxue herself who can't let go.
Sleeping in the same room again that night, she couldn't help but shed tears again.
Especially the roasted potatoes on the table, brought by Sanwa's wife, that familiar taste, this scene, brought tears to my eyes.
She found her belongings inside the house intact, still in their original places.
This room is not often occupied; it is only used when guests come.
Only very important guests are allowed to stay.
So, except for weddings, the house is always empty.
Sanwa's two daughters got married in this courtyard, but they married closer to their hometown.
She couldn't sleep that night and only settled down to meditate around 1-3 AM.
But at 2:45 a.m., someone knocked on the door.
“We plan to go to the fields. Mr. Qiu can go to the kitchen for breakfast. I’ve made stir-fried eggs and vermicelli, and heated up some steamed buns in the pan.”
Sanwa's voice rang out from outside the door, "We'll be back at noon. We didn't lock the front door, but you can lock it if you want to go out. We brought the key ourselves..."
She talked on and on, making very thorough arrangements, as if afraid that if she didn't explain things clearly, the guests in the room would leave.
Song Chunxue replied in a deep voice, "I know, you all go ahead and do your work. Don't worry about me, I'm not going out today."
Listening to Sanwa and Mulan going back and forth, forgetting things and running back into the yard to get them, it's clear they still have the same terrible memory as in their previous life.
It was just in time for them to leave; Song Chunxue felt more at ease staying there, without having to pretend she wasn't familiar with them.
There were no dogs in the yard, but there was a tabby cat that wasn't afraid of strangers at all. It came over and rubbed against Song Chunxue's legs, purring as it did so.
To avoid arousing suspicion, Song Chunxue tried her best not to touch anything in the courtyard.
But after eating the steamed buns, she still wanted to drink the tea in the teapot, so she asked her maid to light the tea stove.
During this time, she noticed that the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen were a bit old, so she went to the street and bought two sets. She told the maid to take it as a thank you gift and not to worry about it.
"Sanwa, isn't Sanwa home...?" Jiang Hongying came in from outside, stopped when she saw the man in the courtyard, and turned to look at the head maid sweeping the floor, "Have we had guests?"
"Yes," the head maid moved the basket of potatoes aside. "Last night, Madam saved some meat and asked me to send it over."
The maid was quiet, so Jiang Hongying didn't ask any further questions.
She just looked at the man in the yard with a puzzled expression. He wasn't old, looked to be under forty, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was strange about him, and he kept staring at her.
Although it wasn't very obvious, Jiang Hongying could sense it.
So she picked up the cloth, put it down, took the meat that Mulan had prepared for her, and left suspiciously.
Song Chunxue sat in the courtyard drinking tea, not saying much, but looking at Jiang Hongying's unusually aged face, she felt a pang of sadness in her heart.
Although Hongying doesn't have to go to the fields every day in her life, she is the oldest, now fifty-one years old.
At fifty-one years old, most people already look old.
She could see clearly just now that Hongying's legs were no longer very agile and her gait had changed.
In their previous life, the mother and daughter were separated by a great distance, and Song Chunxue had hardly ever seen her daughter grow old.
Seeing it with my own eyes now, I still can't help but feel a lump in my throat.
The things I bought in the capital, I left with Meiyang at the cloth shop. Later, when Mulan and Hongying buy cloth, I'll find an excuse to give them to them.
In short, since we're here, we want to deliver it to them.
"Sir, I'm going out for a bit. Could you please add some firewood to the kitchen later?" The maid rushed out in a panic. "I need to take something to my sister; it's her birthday today."
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