Mr. He, please respect yourself

Song Suian listened, looked at Song Zicheng, and said after a long time, "You've lost weight."

Song Zicheng pursed his lips.

"Eat well, don't always order takeaway, it's not nutritious." Song Suian reminded.

"it is good."

"The weather is getting colder. I ordered some winter clothes for you before, and they have already been delivered. No one in my family is similar to your figure. Those clothes are only suitable for you. It would be a waste to throw them away. I asked Auntie Mei to give them to you." You send it over, don't refuse it."

"Okay." Song Zicheng said in a slightly hoarse voice.

"At the school, I have already communicated with the school. Your vacation has been extended. You can go to school at any time after you rest."

"it is good."

"The real estate certificates and equity certificates that you returned to me, since you insist on returning them to me, I will take them back. If I donate or sell them to someone again, you need to go through the name change procedures together. At that time, Would you like to come over?"

"it is good."

"Your Aunt Mei...and your aunts..." Song Sui paused, pondered his words, and said slowly:

"That day, they did something wrong, and I can't persuade them to come and apologize to you. For them, you can choose not to forgive, but... don't think too much, don't get angry at yourself because of these things, and don't hold back , I suffocated myself, I couldn’t handle the discomfort in my heart, so I went to find your Uncle Ji."

Song Zicheng felt sad for a while, lowered his head and refused to lift it, and replied softly,

"it is good."

At this time, the clerk served some refreshments and walked away. Because the conversation was interrupted, the two fell into silence.

The old-fashioned radio in the cafe was on, and the radio anchor reminded that it was already [-]:[-] in the afternoon. During the afternoon tea time, there were not many customers in the cafe. There were only two sporadic guests at the two tables, and the voices of the neighbors could be heard. Come over, the uncle and nephew who used to get along day and night sat quietly, the afternoon sun was shining, time was flowing, everything was very peaceful.

Unexpectedly, the atmosphere was not at all awkward and cramped.

Song Zicheng felt that this moment was the most peaceful moment in his heart.

Because by Song Suian's side, he can always be a child, and he still relies on it habitually.

This man, since he was born, has given him countless love, countless reliance, encouragement and support.Babbling, walking slowly, in the past 20 years, along the way, it is all about this man in front of him, taking care of everything for himself.

Although not his biological father, Song Suian gave him more and stronger things than his father's love, so that he never felt that there was something missing on the way of growing up.

Although Song Suian may tell him the result of the appraisal next time, the relaxation and tranquility he feels in his heart at this moment is real and touching, as if the little animal has found the most comfortable cave that really belongs to him, and the warmth makes him forget All the complicated, only feel at ease and satisfied like never before.

The sun shines through the glass windows on the rustic old wooden table with warmth, and suddenly there is an illusion that the years are still and everything is no longer changing.

Sitting and sitting, Song Zicheng subconsciously leaned on the back of the chair and yawned softly.

Feeling sleepy.

Song Suian sat opposite and looked at Song Zicheng, with a gentle smile on his lips, "Are you sleepy?"

Although in such an environment and on such a day, such an ordinary conversation seemed inappropriate, but the two of them didn't feel that there was anything wrong.Song Zicheng hummed lightly, and replied, "I played games with Yaozi last night, so I didn't sleep well."

Chatting about homework, the two had a tacit understanding, and neither of them wanted to bring up the results of the paternity test first.Song Sui looked at Song Zicheng calmly. The boy's naturally slightly curly hair hung down on his head, covering his forehead. The slightly basking sunlight shone on the boy's beautiful side face, as if it was a photo taken, frozen At such a moment, the scene in front of him reminded him of that person.

his brother.

His good brother who has been gone for many years.

Everyone said that Song Zicheng and Song Suiran didn't look alike, but in Song Suian's eyes, they were the most similar.

The same stubbornness, the same kindness, and the same consideration for others, his good brother, who cared for him the most since he was a child, also loves to follow him the most, he is a little tail who never leaves.

At that time, my mother died of illness, and my father was busy with work. The two brothers took care of each other, loved each other, and supported each other.Song Suiran said that even if his brother wants to study outside in the future, he will follow him and not separate.

Song Suiran has always regarded what he said when he was a child as a promise.So the growth trajectory of the two brothers is almost the same. When Song Suiran chooses a school, he never thinks too much, he just chooses the school that Song Suian has attended, primary school, middle school, university, and even later, when Song Suian studied abroad, Song Suiran also followed suit. Follow closely.

But now, how could the former little tail be lost?

Song Suian's eyes were red.

Song Zicheng propped his chin, his eyelids shrugged, and he didn't notice Song Suian's strangeness. He stared at the extraordinarily beautiful refreshments on the dining table, hesitated for a long time, and finally mustered up the courage to ask,

"Grandpa... is he... in good health?"

Song Suian heard these words, feeling inexplicably sad. He picked up the tea and took a sip slowly to calm down his emotions.

Song Suian put the teacup away, stroked the wooden armrest of the chair with his fingers, and said slowly, "No, he is very bad."

Song Zicheng's heart tightened.

"He misses you very much. Every time I go, he is always thinking of you." Song Suian said, "He eats very little, sometimes even refuses to eat, and lies in bed all day, unwilling to see outsiders , every day besides sleeping, just stare at the window in a daze...and always ask me, why don't you come to visit him. "

Song Zicheng covered his face, his throat choked.

"I...I let him down and made him lose face in front of everyone...I'm useless, I'm sorry for him..."

Intermittent words, slowly uttered from Song Zicheng's mouth with a crying voice, "They all said that I am not his real grandson, I am a bastard, I am not worthy to see him... I am not qualified... I am very afraid, I am afraid that they will point at me Scolding... I'm really scared..."

Song Suian felt uncomfortable, "Zicheng, have you always... paid attention to this issue?"

Song Zicheng didn't dare to look up at Song Suian, and after a while, he nodded silently.

He cared, cared very much, he could turn a deaf ear to or turn a blind eye to other people's advice and meanness to him behind his back, but those people not only talked about him, but also secretly accused his mother.

He said that his mother was greedy for money and took advantage of everything. She was a liar and tried her best for money and profit.

In particular, he bears an unjust title. After being adopted by the rich and powerful Song family right after he was born, everyone said that he got lucky and got rich, so those eyes, those eyes Rumors have intensified and become uglier.

No one cares about his real thoughts and desires. Song Zicheng has been struggling since before he became sensible. He has never met his parents, and all he heard is his mother's bad. As he grows older, He gradually couldn't believe that his mother gave birth to him full of love.

Sometimes, he even wondered to the extreme whether his mother, as rumored, had betrayed his father and lied to the Song family.

If this is the case, he is a real orphan, no one can prove his identity, and no one knows his whereabouts, so what can he use as a support to survive in the world.

Song Suian looked at Song Zicheng's appearance, and endured the pain in his heart, "Zicheng, don't think like this, you have to be sure of your own existence, because it was your mother who fought hard to get it back."

Song Zicheng: "But..."

The young man's expression was still in pain. Song Suian took a deep breath, thought for a long time, and then spoke out to comfort him, "One lives a lifetime, and on such a journey, there are always detours, but you must learn to come out, and don't be imprisoned needlessly. , lose yourself, deny yourself."

"Your mother, Fang Kui, I have met. She is a good girl and a good mother. These years, because the old man has always had a thorn in his heart, he doesn't want to mention your parents too much. But he doesn't Mention, it doesn't mean that he believed the rumors outside, saying that your mother lied and let you be born in the Song family and be honored by the Song family, but because..."

Song Suian closed his eyes for a few seconds, stabilized his mind, and said, "It's because of the shock of the loss of his son, and some things that happened in the year you were born, that he didn't dare to face this reality, so he kept Since then, he has not allowed us to mention it."

"He loves you. Regardless of whether there is such a blood relationship, he treats you as a close relative."

Song Suian said, and handed the document bag to Song Zicheng, "No matter what the appraisal result you saw today, you will keep this document. Your grandfather and I will neither read nor ask."

Seeing Song Zicheng's slightly puzzled eyes, Song Suian said slowly, "I never doubted your mother, this paternity test is not to convince us whether there is a blood relationship between you and us, but to let you Be sure, you have always been a child of the Song family."

Song Zicheng shed tears.

"Also, this key." Song Suian took out a new key, "This is the key to your mother's room that you asked the old man for the day you were in the hospital."

Song Zicheng wanted to see the silver key on the table, but tears blurred his vision, so he quickly reached out to wipe it off.

After Song Suian finished speaking, his face relaxed, showing a trace of fatigue, but more, it was a kind of obvious relief, "After you see the result and your mother's room, you may know something about that year. .”

"No matter what kind of attitude you will have when you know what happened back then, whether you decide to go back to the Song family or continue to live alone outside, I will not force you."

Song Suian's voice was still soft, "But the old man is your grandfather, and I am your uncle. You follow our surname Song. This fact will never change."

Song Zicheng cried out.