Mother Song looked at her son's sullen face, hesitating for a long time, unable to utter a word.
She really didn't expect that the fourth brother would come back.
"Mom, don't you have anything to say to me?" Song Che looked at his mother.
Mother Song didn't dare to look him in the eye.
The aunt who had stopped the man before also felt a headache when she saw the situation.
Fortunately, the old village chief arrived late.
She hurried over: "Dad, you're here."
The old village chief leaned on his cane and said, "Hmm," "You go back first."
"Hey!" She agreed, and then told the village chief's son who was holding the other side, "Zhu Zi, take good care of grandpa."
Zhuzi nodded.
The woman then left with peace of mind.
The busy farming season has just passed, and the wheat we harvested at home has not been dried yet!
Just as the old village chief was about to speak, he heard a cry of surprise: "Guoguo!"
"Mother~wuwu..."
The old village chief looked up and saw that half of Song Che's face was covered with blood and he had fainted.
His expression changed. "What's going on? Have you called a doctor?"
The other villagers who were watching the fun all responded quickly: "Please come, please come."
But the nearest doctor to their village is in the next village!
The old village chief was a little worried and hurried into the yard. "How did this man get injured? Song Che, take your wife back home first. Everyone else, tell me what happened?"
Song Che nodded slightly, picked up his wife, and held his daughter, who looked like a kitten, in his other hand. He lowered his eyes to look at his son who was crying loudly:
"Mumu, come in with Dad and help Dad take care of Mom and sister, okay?"
Xiao Mumu immediately wiped his face with his sleeve and nodded obediently:
"Don't worry, Daddy. I will take good care of Mom and my sister!"
Daddy said he was a little man!
Song Che sent his wife into the house.
Looking at the dilapidated thatched hut and the only bed with a broken leg in the house, Song Che felt his breath catch.
He carefully put his daughter down, then carried his wife to the bed and covered her with a blanket.
Turning around, he rubbed his son's little head and said with relief:
“Mumu is great.”
The little guy's tears instantly overflowed from his eyes:
"Mumu is not good. Mumu failed to protect mother. Grandma wanted to sell my sister, but Mumu couldn't get her back! Wuuuu! Daddy! Wuuuuu..."
The little guy's heart was filled with self-blame.
He thought of his grandmother's dominance, his mother being pushed and falling, hitting her head, and his mother trying to get his sister back and almost getting hurt. He felt very powerless.
Song Che only heard these few words and felt a tightness in his chest.
He held his son in his arms with his big hands: "Mumu is already great. Mumu is only three years old, it's normal that he can't compete with grandma. Mumu, don't be afraid. Daddy will be here in the future. Daddy will never abandon you again."
After this mission, the border will be stable for a long time.
He is also about to be promoted.
By then, I can stay in Kyoto to take care of my wife and children.
Mumu cried bitterly, and suddenly heard her sister's soft and sweet voice:
[What's going on? Why am I here? Why are my hands so small? Who are these two people? They look familiar.]
The father and son suddenly turned their heads and looked at the little girl who was sitting obediently on the bed.
The little girl was stunned for a moment:
"Why are they looking at me? Ahhhh! What happened? Wasn't I dead? Why am I alive again?! I don't want to live at all! Ahhhhh!"
Song Che held his son's head down to prevent him from talking nonsense.
A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he looked at his daughter: "Nannan, don't be afraid, Daddy is here. You and your brother stay here with Mommy, okay?"
[My father? My brother?]
Song Ruan recalled it in his mind.
[I think I have an older brother?]
She turned her little head and looked to the side.
As her memories gradually returned, tears immediately fell from her eyes:
[Woohoo! Mom! My mom! So, I've returned to my childhood? I was so young when I was sold. If I hadn't drawn a portrait of my mom early on, I probably wouldn't have remembered anything after all these years!]
The little girl suddenly threw herself into her mother's arms, tears streaming down her face.
Song Che narrowed his eyes slightly, turned to look at his son, and squeezed his little hand:
"Mumu, everything is up to Dad."
The father and son made eye contact, and little Mumu covered his mouth with his little hands to show that he understood.
Song Che smiled and touched his little head.
"Brother Che, Doctor Li is here."
Song Che hurriedly stood up and welcomed the person in.
Doctor Li took Xin Guoguo's pulse and frowned:
"She's been frightened and malnourished, and the wound on her forehead isn't healing well. She needs to rest for a few days. If she doesn't have any dizziness or anything, it's probably fine. She's also showing some signs of miscarriage..."
The more the doctor spoke, the angrier Song Che felt.
He served in the army for five years. Although he had no money at the beginning, he later made meritorious service, was promoted, and received a salary.
He asked someone to bring all the silver and money back.
But he didn't expect that the money didn't go to his wife and children!
Song Che felt a little uncomfortable.
He was raised by his grandparents and looked forward to his parents' attention when he was young.
When he grew up, he came to terms with it.
But he didn't expect that not only were his parents not close to him, but they would actually treat his wife and children harshly!
"Before giving birth, it's better to rest in bed. Try not to get out of bed or do heavy work. Otherwise..."
Doctor Li didn't continue speaking, but his solemn expression made Song Che's heart skip a beat.
Doctor Li prescribed a prescription.
Song Che paid the consultation fee and medicine money and sent the person out.
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