The Fragrant Romance of the Abandoned House

Song Yi stopped stirring the porridge, lowered his head in silence for a long time, raised his head, and replied calmly: "You have a father."

He saw Song Wei's face changed, and stared at him blankly with wide eyes, "Why..." Song Wei's lips trembled slightly, "Why did uncle lie to me..."

The fact that Song Yi instilled in Song Wei since he was a child is that his mother died when he was born, and he has no father, never had.He knew that he had no right to conceal the truth, nor was he qualified to decide Song Wei's future life choices, but at that time, he had no other choice but to conceal, and he didn't want Song Wei's life to be burdened with heavy memories before it even started.

If he hadn't met that person again, he might have kept it secret until the end.

Since the day when Steerforth appeared, his heart had not been at peace for a day, and it was more fear than worry.He was afraid that one day Song Wei would know of his father's existence, and that one day he would choose that person and leave him.

Song Yi put his arms around Song Wei, "Uncle didn't lie to you, I never admit that that person is your father."

Song Wei blinked, and tears fell down.

Song Yi touched his back in distress, and his nose became sore, "I'm sorry, Xiao Wei, I'm sorry..."

Song Wei kept sniffling, tears wet Song Yi's neck.

Song Yi closed his eyes and still made up his mind. He kissed Song Wei's ear and said, "I'll take you to see him today."

No matter how afraid he is of Song Wei's choice, he is not qualified to make decisions for him.

Qi Jingzhi stood at the door, quietly looking at the two people in the room.

After Song Yi coaxed for a long time, Song Wei finally calmed down.He didn't know what Song Wei was thinking, because for half an hour, he just choked up and kept crying without saying a word.He hugged the sleeping child on his shoulder and went to Qi Jingzhi's ward.

"I'll take him home first, and come to see you at night." He said to Qi Jingzhi.

"Song Yi," Qi Jingzhi called to stop him, "I always feel that you are worrying too much."

Song Yi stopped and looked at him, not understanding what he meant.

"Have you forgotten the habit of Little Pighead?" Qi Jingzhi said, "The habit of calling you Dad."

He walked towards Song Yi, "I believe that the existence of the golden hair monster will not affect anyone." He touched Song Wei's head, "You should have some confidence in the little pig."

Song Yi hooked the corner of his mouth slightly, "Yes."

Song Wei didn't say a word after returning home, and ran to the room with a wrinkled face. When Song Yi went in, he saw him lying on the carpet and putting together a puzzle, which was the one that Qi Jingzhi brought before.

The picture is full of Shiba Inu dog heads, and the shape of the picture is still heart-shaped. I don’t know where the little guy has the patience to put together such a crazy puzzle without sleep or rest.

Song Yi squatted down in front of him and said, "I have already called him, he will be there in a while."

Song Wei knew that Song Yi was talking about his own father.He didn't speak, and continued to put together the puzzle with his head propped up.

Song Yi sighed, "You just came back from the hospital, won't you go back to bed and rest for a while?"

Song Wei shook his head.

"You in a while..." Song Yi paused, and continued: "Your father is coming over soon."

Song Wei's hands stopped for a moment, and then continued to puzzle.

Song Yi really couldn't figure out what he was thinking, even though Qi Jingzhi said that to him before leaving the hospital, he was still confused about what might happen next.

He looked at Song Wei, who lowered his head and worked hard on the puzzle, and patted his head, "I'll squeeze some juice for you."

Not long after Song Yi contacted Steves, that person arrived.

As soon as he opened the door, Steves hurried in, "Where is Song Wei? Where is he?"

"He's in the room." Song Yi said coldly, "Come with me."

Steerforth followed Song Yi into Song Wei's room, before Song Yi could call Song Wei, he walked quickly and squatted down in front of Song Wei.

"Song Wei..." Steerforth called out softly.

Song Wei raised his head and stared blankly at the familiar face in front of him, "Blonde hair... Uncle..." He looked up at Song Yi with a look of bewilderment and helplessness.

Song Yi suddenly remembered that Steves was still his enemy in Song Wei's impression, so he immediately walked over to hug him, and explained anxiously: "I said that this person is uncle's enemy, I don't want to let him You know who he really is."

Song Wei's voice started to sob: "Why? Why didn't you let me know?"

Song Yi stroked his back, not knowing how to explain it, could it be that this person abandoned your mother and indirectly killed her?

Instead of telling the truth, it's better to keep it hidden like this. It doesn't matter if Song Wei hates himself for the rest of his life, at least he won't feel pain because of the cruelty of the truth.

Steerforth stood aside, looking distressed at Song Wei whose shoulders twitched from crying, and walked over, "Song Wei, actually I..."

"Shut up!" Song Yi roared, staring at him.

Song Wei was so startled that he raised his head and looked at Song Yi with tears in his eyes.

Song Yi hugged him to the bed, "Xiao Wei," he squatted in front of Song Wei and looked up at him, "For some reason, I didn't want you to know that your father was him," he pointed to the side of Steve Foss, "I don't want you to know his existence, and because he hasn't shown up, I always feel that there is no need to let you know. It's my uncle's fault to keep it from you. Don't cry. Uncle agrees to whatever you want. How are you? Even," Song Yi lowered his head, "it doesn't matter if you want to go with him..."

Song Wei was stunned, looked up at Steves, and then looked at Song Yi at a loss, "Uncle...you...you don't want me anymore?"

Song Yi raised his head, and within a second, he saw tears welling up in Song Wei's eyes.

Song Wei burst into tears, wiping his eyes with his small hands but couldn't stop, Song Yi panicked, stood up and hugged him up, coaxing: "No, no, how is it possible, how could I not want you."

Song Yi was a little surprised, he didn't expect Song Wei to react like this, he hasn't let him make his own choice, the little guy's reaction seems to have shown his attitude.

"Then you... you say... let me follow him, follow him..." Song Wei cried so hard that he stuttered, lying on Song Yi's shoulder, biting his clothes with his mouth , making a "woo woo woo" sound from his mouth.

Listening to the muffled crying, Song Yi couldn't help feeling distressed, and didn't know what to do, so he could only keep stroking Song Wei's back to help him, and comforted him: "Uncle didn't mean that. Ah, how could I be willing to let you go with him, Xiaowei, don't cry, uncle won't want you..."

Steerforth watched them silently, not even getting a chance to speak.He really was too whimsical, and too self-righteous.He originally thought that no matter how Song Yi tried to stop him, as long as he still had the identity of being Song Wei's biological father, he would be able to take Song Wei away one day.

Now, before he even finished a sentence, Song Wei had already given the answer.

Qi Jingzhi was right, he was indeed not qualified.After returning from the hospital that day, he thought about it for a long time, and felt more or less relieved, but when he received a call from Song Yi today, he rekindled his hope, thinking that he could take Song Wei away. Try one last time.

He looked at the child who gradually became quiet in Song Yi's arms.

Before even trying, the result was already guessed.

Song Wei rubbed his eyes, and said with a heavy nasal voice: "Don't lie to me in the future, I hate it the most for you to lie to me." He put his arms around Song Yi's neck, "You can't let me go .”

Song Yi was stunned for a moment. Before cooperating with this child, he was hanging out with him for a long time because of this matter?

"Song Wei." Steerforth called out.

Song Wei turned his head, and Steerforth stared into his light green eyes for a few seconds.

It was indeed his child.

"Can you call me Dad?" The corner of his mouth curved.

Song Wei was silent for a while before timidly asking: "Are you really my father?"

Steerforth smiled and nodded, "Yes, I am your father, you have a father, because of some things, I didn't know your existence, so I haven't appeared, I'm really sorry... ..." He paused, still wanting to make a final attempt: "Do you... want to come with me?"

"I don't want it," Song Wei replied thoughtfully, then turned around and hugged Song Yi, "I want to be with my uncle."

Steerforth twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly, and had already guessed the answer.

"Then can you call me Dad?"

Song Wei looked at Song Yi, but Song Yi didn't speak, motioning for him to decide for himself.

Song Wei stared at Steves for a long time, finally lowered his head, and replied slowly: "I...I can't."

It took so long to change the habit of calling Song Yi "Dad", the word "Dad" still means too much to him.Except for Song Yi, he probably couldn't call anyone father.

"Yes... I'm sorry..." Song Wei turned his fingers a little embarrassedly.

"No!" Steerforth walked over and touched his head, and said softly, "You don't need to say sorry at all, and I really don't have the qualifications to be your father. I should be the one who should say sorry."

Song Wei looked up at him, not avoiding the touch of another person besides Song Yi and Qi Jingzhi for the first time.

"Why is your hair blond?" Song Wei suddenly asked stupidly.

Steerforth was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, and replied, "Because I'm a foreigner."

"What is a foreigner?"

"It's people from other countries."

Song Wei was still confused, obviously not understanding his explanation.

Song Yi was amused by Song Wei, hugged him and suppressed a smile.He seriously doubted whether Song Wei had stayed with Qi Jingzhi for a long time, and his brain circuits had become beyond human ability to catch up.

He put Song Wei back on the bed, and walked out of the room with Steerforth.

The two of them didn't say anything more, Song Yi still didn't want to say a word to this person, and Steerforth felt that any more words he said would be nonsense.

"What's wrong with Song Wei?" Steerforth asked.

Song Yi was silent for a few seconds, and finally said: "Kidney failure."

"Kidney failure?" Steerforth turned to look at him in surprise. "Is it serious? Didn't you go for treatment?"

Song Yi didn't speak.

"Is it because there is no □□?"

"..." Song Yi nodded, "Yes."

Steforth frowned and pondered for a few seconds, then said, "I will pay attention to this when I return to China, take good care of Song Wei," he opened the door, "I will come back to see him."

In the evening, after Song Yi settled Song Wei, he went to the hospital.

He took the bone soup that he had cooked for a long time in the kitchen, and walked briskly in the corridor of the hospital. He stopped when he reached the door of the ward.

Liu Qingwan was also in the ward, sitting by the bed with a bowl in his hand.

"Your arm is inconvenient, let me feed you." A gentle voice came from the ward.