Song Yiyi finished reading it, holding back her tears.
She promised Cen Yue not to cry.
Song Minghui called and Song Yiyi went back home.
The hometown made the second batch of material donations.
This time it was organized by Song Minghui.
Cheng Cheng's hands were tanned and dark, "Mom, I miss you so much."
She snuggled into Song Yiyi's arms and refused to come out.
The aunt whose son had become a monk came to the house and brought a few bowls of noodles.
Chengcheng ate it with great relish.
Song Yiyi also ate with relish.
It still tastes like my childhood.
At night, Cheng Cheng hugged Song Yiyi's neck and whispered to her, "Mom, grandma said she's fine and you don't have to worry about her."
Song Yiyi paused for two seconds before realizing what it meant.
She pulled Chengcheng aside and asked him several times.
The same answer was obtained.
Song Yiyi asked again: "Baby, what does grandma look like?"
Cheng Cheng answered without hesitation: "She looks just like Mom! So beautiful. My aunt looks like me... She smiled at me and gave me candy."
As she spoke, she reached into her clothes and took out a longevity lock.
Song Yiyi burst into tears instantly.
She bought this for her sister!
My sister left it to Chengcheng!
She thought silently in her heart, as long as she lives well, that's good.
The next day, Song Minghui said, "Our baby went out for a walk in the village and found a longevity lock around her neck. I thought she was just like you, using it to coax other children."
"I asked several times in the village, but no one knew what it was."
Song Minghui was puzzled.
He was afraid that the thing came from a bad source, so he wanted Chengcheng to pick it off, but Chengcheng cried and made a fuss and refused.
She insisted that this was given to her by her grandmother.
Song Minghui had no choice but to ask a silversmith to check the item and make sure there was no problem before letting her go.
Cen Yue and his group didn't come back until December.
The year is drawing to a close.
The first snow of winter fell that day. Song Yiyi wrapped Chengcheng like a rice dumpling and staggered around in the yard watching the snow.
Song Minghui was making a snowman nearby.
"Grandpa, get fatter!"
Cheng Cheng blindly ordered, "Make it fatter, the snowman must be fat!"
Turning around, Cheng Cheng was like a penguin, twisting and turning as he ran forward, shouting excitedly, "Dad! Dad..."
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