After Li Shiming finished speaking, he walked towards the door, put the book in his hand aside, and took Song Xin's hand affectionately. "Auntie, why are you here? How long have we not seen each other?"
This not only confused Song Xin, but also Song Xiulan, Chen Chun and Zhang Junmei.
Especially Song Xiulan, she clearly saw Li Shiming looking at her and calling her aunt, so why did he grab her granddaughter's hand?
Li Shiming took Song Xin's hand and invited her into the study. "Hey, auntie, who are these two?"
Song Xin looked back at her dazed grandmother and mother, and said a little embarrassedly, "Uncle Li, you've got the wrong person. This is your aunt, my grandmother, and this is my mother. Have you forgotten?"
Li Shiming looked at the few people carefully, then let go of Song Xin's hand, walked to Song Xiulan and Shen Chun, looked at them carefully, and then took a few steps back.
Holding his beard, he said seriously, "I don't know him. Auntie, are you confused because of your age?"
Zhang Junmei also hurried to explain, "Old Li, you really made a mistake. This is Song Xin. Have you forgotten? Song Xin, the youngest daughter of the Song family. You even held her in your arms before. This is Aunt Song, and the one next to her is Zhiguo's wife!"
Zhang Junmei spoke, and Li Shiming hesitated for a moment. He looked carefully again, and then said awkwardly, "Oh, look at my memory and eyesight! It's so bad."
Then he walked to Chen Chun and called out very respectfully, "Aunt Song, look at me, there's a misunderstanding. I'm old and my eyesight isn't very good. Please don't blame me."
Chen Chun, “….”
Song Xiulan, “….”
Song Xin was almost laughing to death in her heart. She was now wondering why Ling Ju was not here.
Seeing Li Shiming like this, Zhang Junmei explained again, "This is Zhiguo's wife, Chen Chun, and this is Aunt Song!"
After talking back and forth for a long time, Li Shiming finally nodded and didn't call the wrong person again.
But he obviously forgot who Song Zhiguo was, and Song Xiulan didn't answer his questions.
This gave several people a headache, but he was dressed neatly and tidy, and even tied his long hair into a bun and pinned it up with a hairpin. He really had the air of a scholar or Taoist priest, but his clothes didn't look like it.
Simple white shirt and black pants, clean.
Song Xin took advantage of the elders' conversation to look them up and down. Zhang Junmei had really sacrificed so much for this family over the years. Both men were mentally unstable, but the house was kept clean, and the two patients were also clean. If he hadn't come to see them at home, who would have thought?
Song Xin unconsciously developed a lot of pity for Zhang Junmei.
"Uncle Li, do you comb your hair yourself?"
Li Shiming looked at Song Xin, his eyes blank for a moment, as if he had reacted for a moment before answering, "No, Junmei combs my hair every day."
When he said this, his eyes became much clearer and he seemed like a normal person.
"Aunt Zhang, your hair is really nice. It suits Uncle Li's style very well."
Zhang Junmei felt a little embarrassed by the compliment. "I wanted him to go out for a haircut, but he refused. Then I thought if he went out and said something nonsense and upset others, it would be better not to go out. At first I cut his hair myself at home, but then he found it troublesome and just let it grow long."
After talking to Li Shiming for a while, he said he was going to read, so she sent him away. Before leaving the study, Song Xin noticed that there was still paper and pen on his desk. It looked like he was writing, and the words were written many times. She only saw a few words, such as "top" and "orange-yellow".
She shook her head. What else could one expect from a mentally ill person? Being able to write like this was already pretty good. But Li Shiming's handwriting was really good.
When Li Shiming saw Song Xin see his paper, he quickly put it away and put it in the drawer.
After the four women went downstairs, he turned around, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then muttered a few words silently.
Song Xiulan pulled Zhang Junmei's arm and said, "Junmei, you've suffered so much these years. I never thought you could manage the house so neatly and take such good care of it all by yourself. Shiming's father really didn't make a mistake in choosing him back then, but you've suffered so much!"
"Aunt, I'm actually fine. They can take care of themselves physically, but I can't go out to work because I need someone around me for so many years. I'm very happy that you can come and talk to me."
Zhang Junmei is very sincere and occasionally meets some acquaintances in the courtyard, but only people from the Song and Jiang families will greet her. Everyone else thinks that everyone in her family is a freak now.
"Sister Zhang, I'll come and chat with you when I'm free at home. I'm free anyway. Also, if you need us, just let me know. Don't hesitate. The other day, our Song Wei came home and talked about how Brother Li treated him in the past. It was all a favor!"
Zhang Junmei quickly waved her hands, "Well, don't say that. He's a doctor, and it's his duty to cure illnesses and save lives. Besides, he used to like Song Wei and Song Qi very much. He watched those two kids grow up in the yard. This is nothing."
"Okay, then don't be polite. Junmei, I see that the coriander in your yard is growing very well. Can I have two?" Chen Chun asked sincerely because he saw that the coriander was growing very well.
Zhang Junmei replied cheerfully, "Don't even mention two, take them all! Eat as much as you want, even the three of us in my family can't finish them all! We also have green onions and leeks, take whatever you want!"
"Okay, then I won't be polite with you. I'll take two green onions."
After saying that, Zhang Junmei took Chen Chun to the yard to pick coriander and green onions. Zhang Junmei also brought a small basket for Chen Chun to put them in.
Song Xin and Song Xiulan looked at the small plants Zhang Junmei had planted in the yard. They were indeed full of vitality. The lush green color brought a touch of vitality to this dull home.
There are two hens in the east corner of the yard, which is really rare in this yard.
"Xing Junmei, it's getting late today, so the three of us should go home first. I'll come talk to you another day when I have time. Oh, my daughter-in-law is about to give birth. I remember you can make clothes, so you can teach me when the time comes!"
Zhang Junmei's face flushed. "No problem. I have a sewing machine at home. Come anytime you want to learn. I won't charge you any tuition!"
After saying goodbye, the three of them walked back. It wasn't until they turned the corner and lost sight of Zhang Junmei's house that Song Xin looked at Chen Chun and said, "Mom, did you see Aunt Zhang's kitchen too?"
Chen Chun nodded. "It's empty. There's no vegetables in the vegetable basket, and not much rice in the rice bag."
Smart people do things without thinking.
Song Xin knew that Chen Chun wanted something in order to give Zhang Junmei something better.
Li Shiming hasn't been practicing medicine for twenty years, Li Qiang is crazy, and Zhang Junmei is taking care of them. None of the three of them has a job or a salary, and they are living off their savings. Otherwise, who would grow vegetables in the yard?
"Mom, what are you going to give Aunt Zhang?"
Chen Chun thought for a moment, "There are many things missing, but your Aunt Zhang is strong-willed. When she was young, she was the only one who helped others and never asked others to help her. We can't send it all at once, so we should send it little by little. Next time, let's send her some rice and flour first, and say that she can't finish the ones distributed by your father's work."
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