She stretched out her hand towards Cen Yue: "Give me the things, I'll carry them."
Cen Yue stood up easily and walked down the mountain, "Just stay still."
Song Yiyi had seen Cen Yue's strength.
But she was still shocked by his physical strength.
Cen Yue carried her on his back, his steps fast and steady, without any irregularity in his breathing.
Thinking rationally, Song Yiyi even felt that Cen Anguo was right in one point.
Compared to civilian duties, Cen Yue is more suitable for leading troops.
She tilted her head, put her head close to Cen Yue's ear and asked, "Cen Yue, do you miss your mother?"
Cen Yue's back stiffened, but after a moment he answered seriously, "Yes."
Song Yiyi murmured: "I want to too."
But she couldn't go back.
Separated by two worlds, what's the difference between his situation and Cen Yue's?
Feeling the arms around him tighten, Cen Yue softened his voice and asked, "Want to go back and take a look?"
He was already wondering if it would be too late to drive back and take a whole morning off.
Song Yiyi knew he had misunderstood, "No."
She didn't know how to explain, so she simply changed the subject: "Cen Yue, can I ask you about your mother?"
Before Cen Yue could say anything, she added, "It's okay. If you don't want to say it, you don't have to."
Raindrops hit Cen Yue's cheek, and Song Yiyi saw it and wiped it off for him.
"What about you?" Cen Yue asked softly, "Have you seen your mother?"
Song Yiyi shook her head, then remembered that Cen Yue couldn't see, so she said, "I haven't seen her. She... I heard that she left me and died soon after."
The original owner's mother passed away before she even finished her confinement after giving birth to the original owner.
The original owner, Yin Qianqian, had no trace of his mother, and there wasn't even a single photo of her in the house.
But at that time, I couldn’t even fill my stomach, so it’s normal that there were no photos.
From childhood to adulthood, Song Minghui rarely mentioned the original owner's mother.
Cen Yue's voice was clear, slow, and lonely: "My mother is very beautiful, the kind of beauty that would make anyone's heart flutter at the first sight of her."
Song Yiyi had no doubt about the truth of this statement.
She nodded in agreement: "I can see that."
Cen Yue curled his lips, but Song Yiyi could not see his dim eyes that seemed covered with a layer of mist.
He continued, "She was thirteen when she married Cen Anguo. There was a seventeen-year age difference between them. Everyone said she was attracted by the old man's power."
Song Yiyi remembered what Aunt Wang said.
"Is it voluntary?"
Cen Yue chuckled, "Don't listen to what they say. It's true that a pear tree outshines a crabapple tree, but it's also true that love is voluntary."
Cen Yue's mother is very beautiful.
But she is not the dodder that everyone thinks she is. She is more like a wild and savage wild rose.
During the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, she was a literary and artistic worker.
"The predecessor of the Armed Forces Art Troupe was the Fenghuo Art Troupe," Cen Yue said in a deep voice. "One-third of the time each year, we tour and perform in various military units."
At that time, the old team leader was old and wanted to train a successor.
Cen Yue’s mother was there when the band was founded, and she is also the band leader with outstanding personal abilities.
"The old troupe leader mentioned this to her, and she said she would give an answer after the performance."
Cen Yue's brows were covered with a thick layer of mockery, "Maybe this is what they call fate playing tricks on you."
No one knew what her answer was.
No one cares about the statue.
"They just think she's lucky. It's just that she's attractive, and with just one piano piece, she's made the most promising leader fall in love with her."
The rain was getting heavier. Cen Yue carried Song Yiyi on his back to find the bicycle. "After that day, the old leader never mentioned taking over again. He even started looking for a new leader for the band."
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