Chapter 898 Surrounded by Children and Grandchildren
When the second son mentioned the sword his mother had given them, he looked around and felt like someone was listening in.
He lowered his voice, "Go talk to the fourth brother slowly."
Song Chunxue wasn't in a hurry. They took a carriage and arrived at Lao Si's tavern.
After the New Year, the fourth son looked even more plump, and when he ran up the steps, the flesh on his face jiggled.
"Mother? What brings you here?"
"I thought the feng shui and people in the capital would keep you here for years, but I never expected to see you so soon. What a surprise!"
The fourth brother, running alongside, teased with a broad smile, "Did you miss us too much, or did Lord Xie upset you?"
"If he dares to bully Mother, let's all go to the capital and beat him to a pulp!"
The second brother lightly kicked him and said in a low voice, "Keep your voice down, or people will laugh at you. He's perfectly fine."
"Didn't you brag that you were practicing sword stance training? How come you've gotten fatter again?"
The fourth brother glared at him. "So what if I've gained weight? I just ate a few extra bites of meat during the New Year and haven't lost the weight yet. You wait, by June, I'll definitely be thinner and slimmer than you!"
He hates it when people say he's fat. He's a man, and he doesn't rely on his looks to please others. What's wrong with gaining a few more pounds to keep warm and withstand a beating?
As they spoke, the fourth brother patted Song Chunxue's arm and said, "Mother, you've gotten even slimmer. Is it because the food in the capital doesn't suit your taste? I'll have the kitchen make you a few more dishes you like. I can even make dough pieces now. Mother, wait a moment, I'll be right back."
After pulling Song Chunxue into the tavern, she shouted to the second son, "I know Mother has already eaten at your house, but I insist on making her a bowl of noodles."
"I'm not stopping you, what are you afraid of?" the second son said irritably. "Did you tell someone to call for Third Brother?"
"Didn't you see Mother first? Didn't you send someone to call him over?" The fourth brother glanced at him. "Being a son-in-law of a wealthy family really makes a difference. You don't even want to associate with us poor brothers anymore, do you?"
The second brother suddenly rushed over, and the fourth brother, startled, ran towards the kitchen laughing.
But he was far less agile than the second son and was quickly grabbed by the back of his neck.
"Who are you trying to bully? Believe me or not, Sanwa and I will have a sword duel with you, and then roast you alive?"
When it came to sword duels, the fourth brother chickened out.
"I was wrong, I was wrong, Second Brother, I was really wrong. Is it not enough that I was just envious and jealous?"
The fourth brother's wife, Tian Qi, stood at the door, laughing and trying to defuse the situation. "Second brother, teach him a lesson. I don't know where he picked up that arrogance lately."
"Wife, I didn't." The fourth son took the opportunity to play the victim to Song Chunxue, "Mother, I've been working hard to earn more money so that I can save more assets for the children."
Song Chunxue shook her head helplessly, "I think making money is just an excuse, the real purpose is to brag and drink. It's like you're saying that Tian Qi and I are missing something from you."
The fourth son stamped his foot, "Mother~"
Song Chunxue smiled and said, "I don't look down on you. I can tell that Tian Qi really likes you. Come on, I brought you some good things. Oh, by the way, I also asked Xia Mulan and a few children to bring them over."
"Alright, Mother, I'll send someone to invite them right away." The fourth brother chuckled and pushed the second brother aside. "Second brother, go ahead."
The second brother pinched the back of his neck and squeezed it hard. "Why don't you learn how to pinch dough pieces? It's like nobody can't do it."
The fourth brother looked the second brother up and down, noting that he was dressed like a rich patriarch, while he himself had been too lazy these past two days, even his hair was all sparse and unruly.
"Sure, but if you're going to learn, you need to be sincere. I think your outfit is pretty good; can I borrow it for a couple of days?"
The second brother laughed, "It would be too formal to say 'borrow.' Your sister-in-law was just wondering if it would be appropriate to send you some clothes. The long gown she made for you is almost finished. It even has embroidered lace patterns on it, and it's all made of the latest fashion materials."
The fourth brother immediately beamed with joy, "Great job, second brother! As expected, second sister-in-law is very generous. I'll wait to see my new clothes."
Before long, Sanwa and Mulan arrived one after the other. Their daughter was wearing well-fitting clothes, with a fair and rosy round face that resembled Mulan, making Song Chunxue want to hug her.
However, she always felt that the young woman she had loved in her past life was always observing her, her eyes were dark and deep, but she didn't seem like a child.
She was too obedient and too mature for her age.
However, when Song Chunxue looked over, she would show a childlike smile and affectionately move closer to her.
Perhaps this child has always been like this, but in her past life, as the eldest sister, she suffered too much and endured too much, always hiding her emotions.
Now, the child doesn't have to take care of his younger sister, nor does he have to be scolded or beaten. His restless mind can now think about his own things to his heart's content.
In her past life, she never understood why a quiet girl always liked to play alone. She could sit under a tree and daydream for most of the day. If her younger siblings didn't bother her, she could stay there all day.
Now, at such a young age, she can sit quietly on a stool like an old man, without saying a word, occasionally joining in with a smile, and spending the rest of the time quietly listening to the adults talk.
The reason she picked out several paintings from her eldest brother was not only to give to her sons, but also because she wanted the smaller ones for Chunyan, the eldest daughter of her third son.
This child can stare at a painting for a long time, and never get tired of looking at it, as if he can bring the landscape, flowers and birds in the painting to life.
But she didn't expect that when she took out three paintings and told her that they would all belong to her from now on and that no one could touch them without her permission, the girl actually cried.
As if afraid of being laughed at, she bit her lip tightly and quickly wiped away the first tear that slipped from her eyes. When she realized that everyone was looking at her, she buried her face in Song Chunxue's arms and sobbed softly.
Perhaps it was because Song Chunxue had raised this child single-handedly in her previous life, and seeing her cry made Song Chunxue's eyes well up with tears as well.
She gently patted her granddaughter's back and coaxed her softly, "Why are you crying? It's not like I don't love you anymore. I'll bring you nice things in the future."
Unexpectedly, these words made the child cry even harder.
When Sanwa saw his eldest daughter crying, he immediately reached out his hand and said, "What's wrong? Come here and let me see."
The eldest girl immediately hugged the three paintings tightly, and somewhat clumsily and laboriously ran to the third child's arms, crying even harder.
Everyone laughed and comforted her, but Mulan told the child not to cry in such a lively time. Her tone was a little harsh, and the child immediately stopped crying and buried herself tightly in Sanwa's arms.
Song Chunxue smiled and said, "Let the child cry. Maybe she can't help it, and she doesn't understand why she's crying."
At first she didn't pay attention, but something suddenly flashed through her mind, making her suddenly sober up, and the effects of the few drinks she had just had completely worn off.
Could it be...?
The thought crossed Song Chunxue's mind, but she quickly shook her head.
No, the tragedies and suffering caused by the ignorance of generations will all change and disappear because of her rebirth.
The monk remembered that it was because he was no ordinary mortal, and the children were just ordinary passersby in the mortal world.
The joys and sorrows of past lives are in the past and need not be recalled in this life.
"Mother, are you going to see the eldest son?" Sanwa leaned close to her and said gently, "I heard they've run into some trouble, and we can't leave to help."
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