Chapter 408: Wandering Ghosts
Old Mrs. Zheng asked in detail about what had happened over the years. Song Ci felt a liking for this kind old lady. After confirming the information, he was sure that she was his biological grandmother, so he naturally told her everything he knew.
"You've suffered so much over the years." Old Mrs. Zheng burst into tears again. "If this incident hadn't happened, our family would have been fine."
"Grandma, don't cry." Song Ci comforted the old lady, "If Dad knew that he could find Grandma, he would definitely not feel how hard it was for him these years. Although he didn't say it, he always thought about you in his heart."
In fact, Old Mrs. Zheng was very afraid that her youngest son would blame her for abandoning him, which led to him suffering in exile.
Hearing his granddaughter say that the third brother would not blame him, he felt a little relieved.
I must double the compensation for my youngest son's family in the future.
"Mom, look how filial Song Ci is. Our home will be lively again in the future." Uncle's wife, He, spoke.
She smiles even when she's silent, which easily makes people like her. She has a noble temperament, but she is not arrogant and is very amiable.
"Yes, she's a good child." Old Mrs. Zheng consoled him. "You don't know, but even in her dreams, Grandma wants to find your father. She wants to see how he's doing, whether he's married and has children, and what his children look like."
Song Ci talked about her brother, and Uncle Zheng smiled, "I know this kid. At the time, I just thought he looked a bit like someone from our Zheng family. I never thought he was actually my nephew. He's a capable person, but he needs to gain some experience outside before he can make a better move forward."
Song Ci smiled: "Uncle is right, and so is Dad. My brother is talented, but he is not at peace."
When they talked about Song Lan getting married and having children, Mrs. Zheng became even happier.
"As I get older, I hope my family will prosper." Old Mrs. Zheng nodded repeatedly.
What surprised the Zheng family was how the Song family, with their former status, could have connected with the Pei family. This was the question that Uncle Zheng and Mrs. He were puzzled about.
On this point, Old Lady Zheng felt that Pei Ji had great vision. Her granddaughter's appearance, speech, and every move were quite methodical, and were no less impressive than the granddaughter raised by the Zheng family since childhood.
If she had been found earlier, she would have been worthy of a better family.
Song Laosan entered the house and found it quiet. He was a little confused and couldn't help but quicken his pace towards the main courtyard.
From a distance, he saw that there seemed to be guests in the reception room of his house, an old lady with a kind face, a middle-aged man with an upright posture, and another woman.
Song Lao San walked in and said, "There are guests at home."
Mrs. Zheng stood up immediately with excitement, her eyes reddened, "You, you are..."
Song Lao San was startled by the old lady's behavior and took a step back. "Old lady, what are you doing?"
Song Ci: "Dad, this is the old lady from Duke Zheng's mansion."
Song Lao San: "Old Madam, I came to the mansion today for something."
Old Mrs. Zheng was so excited that she didn't know what to do. She didn't care about etiquette at all. The always elegant old lady walked up directly and, regardless of Old Third Song's shock, grabbed his hand.
"My third child, let me take a look at you, let me take a good look at you..."
"You, could it be that you are..."
Song Laosan felt as if his head exploded and he suddenly knew nothing.
He never thought that when he returned home today, God played such a big joke on him. The mother he had been thinking about for many years actually showed up at his door.
"Are you my mother?" Song Laosan was suspicious and excited, afraid that he had guessed wrong.
Old Mrs. Zheng nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I am your mother, Xiaosan, I am your biological mother, my Xiaosan." Then she burst into tears and hugged Song Laosan and cried loudly.
The mournful crying affected everyone in the room. Qiao Xianglan turned her head away and wiped away her tears.
Song Ci looked very happy, she was happy for her father.
The knot in my father's heart that had been there for many years was finally untied.
At first, Song Laosan was a little confused, but when he heard Mrs. Zheng call him "My third son, my son", his eyes turned red.
"Mom, why did you come just now?"
Hearing this, Old Lady Zheng cried even louder. "We have been looking for you all these years and have never given up. Mother wants to hear news about you, but is also afraid of hearing bad news. My son, mother thinks about you all the time, wondering where you are, whether you are doing well, and how you have been through these years alone..."
Old Mrs. Zheng's tears moistened Song Laosan's clothes, and at the same time moistened his dry heart that had longed for family affection for many years.
"Mom, I am an unfilial son. I made you worry."
"It's mother's fault. If I hadn't accidentally left you behind, we wouldn't have been separated for so many years. Fortunately, God was merciful and let me find you."
They talked about their feelings over the years for a long time, and it took a long time for everyone to calm down.
Old Mrs. Zheng wiped her tears, pulled herself out of her sadness, and felt a little embarrassed, "Sorry to bother you today." She just cried in front of someone she met for the first time, which was really... embarrassing.
She had been dignified all her life, and when she saw her youngest son for the first time after many years, she cried like this.
Uncle Zheng suggested with a smile, "Mom, it's time for you to take your medicine. Why don't you ask your third brother to come to the Zheng family another day? You can talk to him later if you have anything to say."
"That's fine." Old Madam Zheng reluctantly released her son's hand. "Third son, I'm going back home today. In a couple of days, your whole family can come to the Zheng family mansion and stay for a while."
"Okay." Song Lao San smiled foolishly, "Since mother wants to see me, son will go anytime."
"Okay, okay."
Then the Zheng family left.
Song Laosan kept smiling throughout the entire dinner.
When talking about the Zheng family, he was even more delighted.
When only Pei Ji and Song Ci were left at night, Pei Ji massaged Song Ci's legs with one hand, and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that my father-in-law would be the third master of the Zheng family who was living away from home."
Song Ci thought, Dad was the third child in the Song family, and he was still the third child in the Zheng family, so he really got along well with the third child.
"I think Dad must be very happy. He has never been able to let go of this knot in his heart all these years, and finally he has got what he wanted."
During the night, Song Lao San turned over for the umpteenth time. Qiao Xianglan slowly opened her eyes and asked, "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Seeing his wife awake, his voice trembled with excitement, "I, I just feel like today is a dream. Madam, I, I really found my mother? I have a family, I have a name, I am not an orphan anymore."
Qiao Xianglan smiled and patted his back. "Yes, you have family. Old Madam Zheng misses you too. Duke Zheng is your father. If you hadn't gotten lost, you would have been the Third Master of the Zheng family."
Song Lao San, "I don't care about these things. I just want to have a mother, a father, and my own brothers and sisters. I don't want to be alone and helpless, and become a wandering ghost after death."
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