Song Jiabao stood blankly, Xier stepped forward, grabbed Song Jiabao's finger, and shook it gently.

"Uncle, the noodles are ready, you can eat some first. We are not in a hurry, it's okay if you say it later."

Xier doesn't know what happened?

But everyone seems to be in a bad mood.

She felt it.

Song Jiabao looked down at Xi'er, his eyes flushed, "Xi'er, uncle, let's go and eat noodles first."

Xier pulled him and walked into the hall.

Song Ling led Yang Yang with her.

Yangyang's eyes were red.

He vaguely knew what was going on.

However, he didn't say anything or ask. He even wanted to take Xier away from here and don't let her know such a cruel fact.

That's what you think, that's what you do.

"Xi'er, let's go back to the house to read books. You haven't practiced your copybook today yet. Let's come over later."

"But my uncle is back, and this is the first time I have seen him. Can I practice writing and posting later?"

Xier is not willing to go back.

She wanted to know about her father, and it seemed that only her uncle knew about this.

So she didn't want to leave for a moment.

Yang Yang hurriedly said, "Xi'er, my uncle is tired all the way. He wants to eat something and have a rest. We will come over later, so that is a good child."

"I will definitely tell Xier what my uncle knows. Didn't Xier say that if you want to be a patient child? Then now is the test, it's time for Xier to be patient."

In short, Yang Yang tried every means to persuade Xier to go back to the house.

He even wanted to go to the house to comfort Song Nuan, but he couldn't feel at ease with Xi'er.

He can't control the adults, but he wants to protect Xier.

Song Ling saw Yang Yang's intention, and she squatted down and looked at Xi'er.

"Xi'er, listen to your elder brother, go back to the house to practice fonts first. Wait a minute, wait until your uncle finishes eating noodles and rest. Can you please come and ask me?"

Xier looked at Song Jiabao with awesome eyes.

Song Ling winked at Song Jiabao.

Song Jiabao also said, "Yes, Xi'er goes back to the house first, wait for my uncle to come to your house to find you?"

"Oh, okay."

Although Xier was reluctant, she nodded.

She felt that she could not be too willful.

The brother and sister came out of the hall and went straight back to the room.

Yang Yang first asked Xier to practice calligraphy, but he himself sat aside with the book.

This is the first time in Yangyang, he has read books without turning pages.

Because he was not looking, he was in a daze, analyzing what might happen today.

Xi'er was practicing calligraphy with a whimper and working very hard. She wanted to finish practicing calligraphy early, and then went to find her uncle.

The little girl was a little uneasy at first, but now she was thinking and asked her uncle about her father.

The ink was stained on his fingers, and his face was itchy, so Xier scratched it a few times.

In the blink of an eye, she became a little cat.

There, in the hall.

Bai brought the noodles in, Gu Zhongqing and Song Jiabao sat down face to face, and there was a bowl of hot noodles in front of them.

"Why don't you eat?" Bai Shi looked at them, sat still, and said a little embarrassedly: "Isn't it not to your appetite? Why don't I make some dumplings?"

"No, no, no! No, this is a good side."

Gu Zhongqing quickly stopped her.

He showed a wink at Song Jiabao, and the two of them picked up their chopsticks and started eating.

"Where is Brother Jiang?"

Bai asked again.

"I'll let Shunli go out to do something, you don't have to worry about him, he will come back later."

"Oh, I get it."

Bai Shi went out with a tray, and she always felt a little uneasy.

Today, after Gu Zhongqing and the others came back, it seemed that the atmosphere at home was not right.

Bai went to find Mrs. Wen and found that the door was bolted.

Usually, in broad daylight, Mrs. Wen will not tie the door.

"Mom, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Why don't I go and find Nuannuan to come and see you?"

"No, I'm fine! I'm just tired, I'll just take a break. You can go your own way."

Old Mrs. Wen's voice was a little hoarse.

Bai always felt something was wrong when he heard this.

"Oh, OK."

Bai was worried, so he went to find Song Nuan.

He knocked on the door gently, "Nannuan, are you in the house?"

"Here, Aunt Lu, I'll come out later."

"No, Nuannuan, your grandmother didn't come out in the room. I listened to her voice and something was wrong. Did you go over and see if she was feeling unwell?"

"Okay, I'll go later."

Song Nuan responded in the room, raising her hand to wipe away her tears.

After listening to Bai Shi's words, she knew that Old Lady Wen should have known it too, at least she had guessed it.

It must have been after Jiabao came back that she let it go. She already knew that A Zheng had not been in the border town for the past five years.

Song Nuan went to wash her hands and face, trying hard to calm her emotions.

Then I went to find Mrs. Wen.

At the same time, she asked Song Ling to find all her family and the village chief.

Song Ling's heart was heavy. Just looking at Song Nuan's expression and tone, she knew that her eldest brother-in-law might be really gone.

Song Nuan stood in front of Mrs. Wen’s room.

"Grandma, please open the door. Nuannuan has something to say to you."

Old Mrs. Wen wiped her tears, got up and opened the door.

Song Nuan walked in, then tied the door again, and she knelt in front of Old Mrs. Wen with a plop.

"Grandma, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kept it from you, and I've been hiding it for five years."

"Grandma, I didn't mean to hide it from you. But I always have a hope and a lucky chance in my heart. I always think that maybe we all got it wrong back then."

"I can't pass this level myself, and I'm afraid I'll make a mistake, so I don't want everyone to be sad."

Song Nuan's tears slid down.

She smiled bitterly, "Maybe A Zheng will come back one day. If I make such a mischievous thing, he will definitely laugh at me when the time comes."

Old Mrs. Wen looked down at her face with tears, her heart was like a knife cut.

The pain of losing your husband.

Why is she not sure?

She also came from such days.

Old Mrs. Wen helped Song Nuan up, "Nuannuan, get up! You don't have to say sorry to your grandmother. No one will be sadder than you if such a thing happened."

"Grandma is either angry with you, or sad, I really am not angry with you, get up!"

Song Nuan got up and hugged Old Mrs. Wen tightly.

Both of them bit their lips and kept crying, but they didn't cry out loud.

Because of this crying method, both of them trembled violently.

The two cried for a long time before Old Mrs. Wen patted Song Nuan on the back and let go of her.
To be continued...