Outside, the moon and stars in the sky were bright, but the light inside the house was dim.
Because her eyes could see in the dark, Song Yueying forgot to light the kerosene lamp. By the time she remembered, she and Qi Yanjue had already been talking for quite a while.
If she hadn't remembered, so be it. But now that she had, Song Yueying got up and lit the kerosene lamp.
The lit kerosene lamp was placed on the table, and Song Yueying had just sat down...
"Ah... Little Shadow, Little Shadow, Little Shadow, don't go, don't go... Waaah..." Heart-wrenching cries came from the house next door.
"Mom." Song Yueying's expression changed, and she suddenly stood up and walked towards the room next door.
Qi Yanjue picked up the kerosene lamp that had just been placed on the table and followed closely behind.
"Mom." Opening the door, Song Yueying saw her mother sitting on the bed, crying helplessly and pitifully, in the dim light from the window.
She walked quickly over and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to hold Song's mother's hand.
"Mom, I'm here, I'm here, can you feel me? I'm here, I'm here."
Qi Yanjue brought in a kerosene lamp, which brightened the room considerably.
First, she saw the hand covering the back of her own hand. Song's mother raised her tearful eyes, and through her blurry vision, she saw her daughter's little face, "Little, little shadow."
Song's mother called out uncertainly.
“It’s me, Mom, it’s me,” Song Yueying responded softly, tightening her grip on her mother’s hand to make her truly feel that she was in front of her.
"Little Shadow, sob sob sob..." Finally confirming that it was her own daughter, Song's mother stretched out her hands and hugged Song Yueying tightly, bursting into tears.
"I'm here, I'm here, don't be afraid, I'm here," Song Yueying repeatedly assured her. She guessed that her mother might have been frightened by a nightmare.
Soon, Song's mother gave her an answer, crying as she said, "You're not here, sob sob sob... You told me you were gone, sob sob sob... never to come back."
"Aren't you going to take me with you? Waaah... I'm scared."
"Your dad left without me, and you left without me either, boohoo..."
It really was a nightmare. In just two days together, Song Yueying realized that her daughter was her mother's only source of emotional support. To dream that her daughter was gone was indeed a nightmare for Song's mother.
With a soft sigh, Song Yueying raised her hand and gently patted her mother's back, softly comforting her, "You were just dreaming. I didn't leave, and I won't leave."
“The scenes in the dream are not real, so don’t be afraid. I promise that no matter where I go, I will take you with me.”
Song's mother was so engrossed in crying that she didn't hear Song Yueying's promise.
The room was still dimly lit by only a kerosene lamp. Qi Yanjue looked at the mother and daughter embracing each other, and something touched him.
The room was filled with Song's mother's sobs; she was crying so hard, as if she had lost the most important person in her life. Song Yueying's voice, trying to comfort her, was much softer and drowned out by her sobs.
Time passed slowly, and after a long while, Song's mother's crying gradually subsided until it stopped.
Realizing she was crying while holding her daughter, she quickly withdrew her hands.
"I'm sorry, Little Shadow, I didn't mean to cry while hugging you, I didn't mean to get your clothes dirty. I just... I just... Please, don't be angry," Song's mother explained incoherently.
My daughter doesn't like seeing her cry, and she hates it even more when she cries while holding her, saying that it will get her clothes dirty.
Song's mother was at a loss, her face flushed with anxiety, and she looked at Song Yueying with helpless and uneasy eyes, her expression like that of a child who had done something wrong.
With tears in her eyes, Song's mother couldn't see her daughter clearly, so she raised her sleeve to wipe away her tears.
Song Yueying was using her coat pocket as a cover to take out a tissue to wipe her mother's tears. Seeing her mother's action, she decisively took her hand out of her pocket.
After Song's mother wiped away her tears, Song Yueying gave her a smile.
“I’m not angry.” Song Yueying spoke slowly and gently, “Don’t be anxious either. Say what you want to say slowly. We’re not in a hurry.”
"What do you say?"
"Okay, okay, okay." Song's mother nodded repeatedly, her anxious mood eased by her daughter's smile, and a smile also appeared on her face unconsciously.
"Can you tell me why you're crying?" Song Yueying asked, her face still smiling, her voice soft and gentle.
“Okay.” Song’s mother nodded. “You left, and I begged you not to go, but you still left. I begged you to take me with you, but you refused. I was so scared that I cried.”
Finally, Song's mother looked at Song Yueying with a pleading expression, "Little Yingzi, please don't leave me, okay?"
“Okay, I won’t leave you.” Song Yueying readily agreed. Her mother was very fragile right now, and she didn’t mind giving her a guarantee.
She had already decided to take good care of the original owner's mother.
Could it be that the original owner's dream was a message from her mother telling her that she was leaving? The more Song Yueying thought about it, the more reasonable and logical her guess seemed.
No wonder Song's mother was crying so sadly; it turned out that her daughter had come to say goodbye.
"Little Shadow, are you really not going to leave me?" Song's mother asked again to confirm.
"Yes." Song Yueying promised again, "Mom, I promise, I really won't leave you. If one day I have to leave this village, I will definitely take you with me."
The original owner told her mother through dreams that she was gone, and that she, who had taken over the original owner's body, naturally had an obligation to take good care of the original owner's mother.
May the original owner rest in peace!
With that assurance in hand, Song's mother nodded happily.
After comforting her mother, Song Yueying breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Are you hungry? Let your brother make you a bowl of noodle soup. Your brother's noodle soup is delicious."
Qi Yanjue raised an eyebrow. Why was it him who did it, and not her?
"I'm hungry, I want to eat noodle soup." After saying that, Song's mother nimbly got out of bed and said while putting on her shoes, "I'll make noodle soup right now."
"Little Shadow, wait a little longer. I'll be done soon, and we can eat right away."
Song's mother had clearly misunderstood.
Song Yueying quickly got up to stop her mother, "Mom, Mom, it's not for you to do it, it's for my brother to do it. We've already eaten, and you've just woken up, so please lie down and rest for a while longer."
"Ah!" Song's mother was a little confused. Her daughter had already eaten, but her daughter couldn't cook!
Song Yueying had already turned to face Qi Yanjue, her hands clasped together in a pleading gesture. The three of them had finished the bowl of noodle soup that Qi Yanjue had made, but the boiled sweet potatoes were left over.
Song's mother hadn't eaten, so she must be hungry. They were eating noodle soup, so they definitely couldn't let Song's mother eat sweet potatoes.
Seeing her like this, Qi Yanjue couldn't bring himself to refuse. He placed the kerosene lamp on the only low cabinet in the room and walked out without saying a word.
"You call him Brother Qi?" Song's mother asked, frowning.
"Mm." Song Yueying nodded, thinking to herself, Qi Yanjue is your son, so naturally he's my brother. She didn't say this aloud, lest her mother deny it again.
Qi Yanjue's identity is undeniable.
"It's already dark. Have I been asleep for a long time?" Song's mother murmured to herself, looking at the kerosene lamp.
Having clearly heard Song's mother's mutterings, Song Yueying did not respond to her words, but instead said to her, "Mom, stretch out your hand, let me take your pulse."
"I'm perfectly healthy, why do you need to take my pulse?" Despite asking this, Song's mother obediently extended her hand.
With her fingers on her mother's pulse, Song Yueying called out in her mind, "Yueyue." The intelligent computer in the vehicle's laboratory automatically connected.
By scanning her mother's entire body with her fingers, Song Yueying quickly received the scan results back into her mind.
Song's mother's health wasn't particularly good or bad; she had no major illnesses, but quite a few minor ones. She suffered from malnutrition, a slightly severe stomach ailment, excessive dampness in her body, and excessive internal heat…
She took out a green pill and handed it to Song's mother, saying, "Mom, take this pill."
Taking the pills, Song's mother put them in her mouth without asking any questions. After finishing, she remarked, "These pills taste good; they're not bitter at all, and they're even a little sweet."
"Let's go to the main room and wait for my brother to make the noodle soup so you can eat soon," Song Yueying said with a smile, changing the subject.
Song's mother had no suspicions and nodded, praising her daughter for being so clever.
The mother and daughter entered the main room. Instead of sitting down at the square table, Song's mother walked to the doorway and looked at the round moon in the sky outside.
Song Yueying stood beside her, also gazing at the moon in the night sky. And it's true, the moon in this era was far brighter than the moon decades later.
It's probably because there's no pollution.
Qi Yanjue carried a bowl of noodle soup out of the kitchen and saw the mother and daughter standing at the door of the main room looking at the moon.
"Brother." Song Yueying wasn't as focused on the moon as her mother, so she naturally saw Qi Yanjue coming out of the kitchen first and immediately called out to him with a smile.
Qi Yanjue glanced at her, but neither responded nor corrected her.
"Xiao Qi, thank you for making me food so late. You've worked so hard." Song's mother looked at Qi Yanjue and thanked him with a smile.
"Of course." After saying that, Qi Yanjue walked past the mother and daughter at the entrance of the main room to the square table and put the bowl in his hand on the table.
Song Yueying said to her mother, "Mom, hurry up and eat. My brother's noodle soup is so delicious. I ate a big bowl of it at dinner."
"Okay." Song's mother responded, walked to the square table, sat down, picked up her chopsticks, and began to eat.
Just as Song Yueying was about to sit down, her arm was grabbed by a large hand. She looked up and met Qi Yanjue's deep gaze.
"What's wrong?" Song Yueying asked.
"I have something to tell you." Qi Yanjue glanced outside, his meaning clear. He released Song Yueying's arm and walked outside first.
Before Song Yueying could make a move, Song's mother, who was eating noodle soup, looked up and urged her, "Xiao Qi has something to tell you. Hurry up and go out with him. Don't keep Xiao Qi waiting."
A bowl of noodle soup was enough to win her over. Song Yueying reluctantly agreed and walked outside.
In the courtyard, Qi Yanjue stood tall and imposing in the moonlight, exuding an aura of security. His shadow stretched long on the ground, somewhat resembling that of a giant.
Standing behind him, Song Yueying looked at his broad back and recalled a saying: The peace and tranquility we enjoy decades later were bought with the bodies and lives of our ancestors.
A pang of sadness welled up in my heart, and I suddenly felt a little melancholy.
Knowing she had come out and was standing behind him, Qi Yanjue didn't turn around to look at her. After hesitating for a moment, he spoke in a low voice, "Before dark, someone sneaked into the ward to kill me."
"The comrade who was impersonating me was no match for him and was seriously wounded."
"Fortunately, the other comrades found him early and saved him. Zhao Yiheng has temporarily saved his life, but he was too badly injured and may not make it through the night."
Qi Yanjue's voice was dry and hoarse when he said these words.
If he hadn't come out, and hadn't left that comrade in the ward in his place to mislead the enemy, that comrade wouldn't have been seriously injured...
If the people who went to kill him missed him, it would expose that he wasn't in the ward and arouse the suspicion of the enemy, thus preventing others from losing their lives.
"Someone broke into your ward to kill you?" Song Yueying's brow twitched, and she understood what he meant almost instantly.
He wanted her to save the comrade who had saved him from disaster, but he didn't want to force her. He didn't utter a single word of self-reproach, yet he was radiating self-blame.
She had experienced this feeling before; she had watched helplessly as others died for her.
"Hmm." Qi Yanjue turned to look at her, hesitant to speak, but couldn't bring himself to say anything.
"Is the information reliable?" Song Yueying asked.
Qi Yanjue was clearly taken aback, completely unprepared for her question. He then nodded, "The information is absolutely reliable. Yiheng wouldn't have sent someone to me unless he had absolutely no other choice."
While at the hospital, Song Yueying noticed that his relationship with that Dr. Zhao was unusual. At the same time, she also realized that Dr. Zhao's medical skills were very impressive.
If even Dr. Zhao can't help, then we'll have to use her pills.
Our ancestors sacrificed their lives to protect our country and people; she would save as many as she could. However, Song Yueying glanced back at her mother, who was eating noodles in the main room.
"Wait for me a moment, I'll go talk to her." With that, Song Yueying turned and walked towards the main room.
Watching her slender figure walk into the house, Qi Yanjue felt a mix of emotions. Before telling her about it, he had mentally prepared a whole list of words of advice for her.
As a result, she agreed so readily that he didn't say a single word of advice to her.
Soon, Song Yueying came out of the main room, with her mother following behind her, reminding her, "Little Yingying, be careful when you go out! Especially now that it's nighttime."
"There are a lot of bad people at night. If you encounter a bad person, you must run away as fast as you can, understand?"
"I know, don't worry," Song Yueying nodded in response.
"If you encounter a robbery, give them the money. Our own lives are the most important thing," Song's mother continued to instruct. How could she not feel at ease letting her daughter go out so late at night?
She wanted to go with her daughter, but her daughter disagreed.
Her daughter told her she was going to rescue someone. Her daughter is a doctor, and she didn't stop her from going to rescue someone, but she reminded her to be careful of bad people.
"I know, don't worry, don't worry," Song Yueying said. "If we really encounter bad guys, I'll definitely let my brother handle it, and I'll run as far away as I can."
"Yes, yes, that's it." Song's mother nodded emphatically.
As they spoke, the three arrived at the courtyard gate.
Song's mother was worried about Song Yueying, and Song Yueying was also worried about her mother. She told her, "Mom, you must be careful at home too. Make sure to lock the door after we leave."
"The courtyard gate, the main room door, and the door to your room must all be locked."
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