Mr. He, please respect yourself

The person who opened the door was a woman in her 50s, almost 60 years old.

He is not tall, with short yellowish curly hair, full forehead, and ruddy complexion. When he opened the door and saw Song Zicheng and He Chumo standing there, he regained his composure, but immediately reacted, using the low-pitched girl with a foreign accent Yin, said affirmatively, "Xiao Cheng, are you here?"

Song Zicheng was stunned when he heard that, the woman in front of him knew him?

He Chumo also looked at Song Zicheng with doubts.At this time, the woman said again: "Come in. Ah An only told me that you might contact me these few days, but I didn't expect you to come here directly. I remember that I have to walk for more than half an hour to come here. , you must be tired."

Song Zicheng heard the words and hurried forward.He didn't know who this aunt was, and he didn't know why she knew him, but when he heard her say 'A'an', he couldn't help thinking, could it be uncle?The uncle's name is Song Suian, and he is also Ah An.

He Chumo naturally followed, and the three of them walked through the corridor to the central hall.Song Zicheng looked around the house while walking. The western-style building was very big, but because it was an old building, many places on the walls were yellowed, and many of the walls were peeled off. Because of the lack of light, the house looked dark and dark. .

Song Zicheng listened to the aunt introducing herself, saying that her surname was Wang, and that the yard had been closed many years ago. She had lived here for nearly 20 years, and occasionally helped busy parents take care of their children during holidays. On weekdays, the yard is not open.

I thought Aunt Wang was taking them to the middle hall, but I didn’t expect Aunt Wang to keep walking, and said as she walked: "The weather is good today, there is sunshine, and the wind is not too strong. It is suitable to sit in the backyard. I also just happened to have a barbecue." Cookies, Xiao Cheng, would you like black tea, milk or coffee?"

Song Zicheng replied that he wanted black tea and milk, Aunt Wang said hello, and He Chumo, who followed silently behind the two, said he wanted coffee, but Aunt Wang, as if she didn't hear it, didn't respond to He Chumo at all.

He Chumo: "..."

Opening the door to the backyard, Song Zicheng was stunned. He didn't expect that the other side of the wall from the outside turned out to be such a big place, like a small playground in a school.

It is a big yard, the whole yard is paved with lawns, and beside it is a small concrete court with golden-yellow fallen leaves. There are a few trees planted next to the small court. Song Zicheng is not sure if it is a ginkgo tree. , I only know that the three trees are tall and have many leaves on them. When the wind blows, the leaves and branches sway, making a rustling sound. Song Zicheng is attracted by the sight in front of him and walks over involuntarily.

"Sit down for a while, I'll get refreshments." Aunt Wang said, turned and left.And He Chumo followed Song Zicheng's footsteps and walked to the ginkgo tree next to the small court, watching Song Zicheng staring blankly at the golden leaves on the ginkgo tree.

"Where is this?" He Chumo finally couldn't help asking.

Song Zicheng glanced back at him, and said slowly, "This is the orphanage where my mother used to live."

When He Chumo heard about the 'orphanage', he was a little surprised, but he didn't show it. He just listened quietly to Song Zicheng and continued: "My mother used to like to sit under these trees, even with my father. It was also in this place that we chatted for the first time."

Sunshine and Xi, just when there was a wind, the fallen leaves on the ground were blown, and the small piles of leaves rolled up in small eddies. Song Zicheng looked down at the dancing golden leaves, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

I couldn't help thinking that his mother might have been sitting quietly in this kind of weather before, with a cute puppy named Xiao Bingbing by her side, and she felt the wind and sunshine comfortably.

Song Zicheng's eyes were red again.

For things that touch the scene, I can be more hypocritical when I am alone, but now that He Chumo is behind him, Song Zicheng doesn't want to be seen by him like this, so he suppressed his tears, took two steps forward calmly, and left He Chumo. Chu Mo stayed away, covering his face with his hands.

At this time, Aunt Wang came out with refreshments. She put the refreshments on the dining table in the middle of the garden and called Song Zicheng over.

"Sit down, kid. An told me that you love sweets, so I have too much sugar." Aunt Wang handed the tea to Song Zicheng, who quickly thanked him.

He Chumo also had it, but like Song Zicheng, it was black tea and milk. He frowned when he heard Aunt Wang say that there was too much sugar.

Song Zicheng didn't see He Chumo's reaction, so he asked Aunt Wang, "Auntie, you said that An is sleeping?"

"Your uncle." Aunt Wang was even more surprised than Song Zicheng, and realized belatedly, "Don't you know me?"

Song Zicheng shook his head.

"Oh, I thought An'an had already mentioned me to you." Aunt Wang smiled lightly, took a sip of black tea, and said slowly, "My name is Wang Li. When I was young, I was transferred to this orphanage to work as a nurse. Temporary dean, it was at that time that I met your mother."

Song Zicheng remembered that in his mother's diary, the dean's sister was mentioned, and it seemed that this was Aunt Wang.

"You should know something about your mother." Wang Li said, "All these years, Ah An said that he would not let you know, and he would tell you the truth when you grow up and ask. I had no choice but to follow him. As I said, I resisted not looking for you."

Song Zicheng: "Aunt Wang, since I was a child, I didn't know anything about my parents. I even... only found out today that my mother's eyes are different from normal people..."

When Song Zicheng said this, his voice choked slightly, and He Chumo, who was sitting next to him, heard it, and silently filled his cup with hot black tea milk.

Wang Li said comfortingly, "My good boy, these years, because of the misunderstanding of the previous generation, you have suffered a lot. Your mother is an orphan and a miserable person. She was just born with a meningeal infection and got a serious illness. She almost died. However, it was finally cured, but she couldn't see in one eye, and she could only see a little in the other eye, and because of her condition, she had to pay expensive medical fees for follow-up visits every month. Her parents couldn't afford it, so they sent her here when she was very young."

"At that time, I hadn't come here yet, and it was only later that I found out that she had been having a bad life." Wang Li looked at the ginkgo tree not far away and recalled, "Her IQ is slightly inferior, not as good as children of the same age, and even better than her. Children who are five years younger can’t compare to her, plus she is disabled and sick, no family is willing to take her in, and no school is willing to let her go to school. So, in those years, she has been in the hospital and can’t go anywhere.”

Song Zicheng listened, his eyes turned red.

"Later, she met your father." Wang Li's eyes were also red, and she spoke slowly, "I don't know if it's good or not. At that time, I just came back to work here, and I would visit her occasionally. She said, she likes your father, the fairy tale pop-up book your father gave her, the skirt your father gave her, and the name your father changed her. She asked me to teach her Fang Kui's sunflower How to write the words, and let me teach her how to make biscuits and sweets, saying that your father likes it, and she wants to learn..."

Speaking of this, Wang Li couldn't help smiling, and shook her head slightly, "So stupid, this kid is so stupid, he is obviously a person who doesn't understand anything, can't figure it out, and can't take care of himself. I remember teaching her how to fold clothes , she has never been able to fold clothes well, she has never been able to learn... Unexpectedly, before learning to fold clothes, she actually learned to love others first..."

With a sore nose, Song Zicheng couldn't help sniffing, covered his eyes with his hands, and as soon as he put it down, He Chumo handed him a tissue in front of him.

"Thank you." Song Zicheng thanked in a low voice.

He Chumo could hear the thank you clearly, but he still had a straight face, making it impossible to read the emotion on his face.

Wang Li watched the scene of the two of them and paused for a while, as if she was in deep thought or in a daze. After she took a sip of tea, she said, "Your father is a good man."

"Really, your father is good to her..." Wang Li also had tears in her eyes, "It's just that sometimes, just being good is not enough. If you can't get the blessings of your family, how can you make it to the end? "

Song Zicheng pursed his lips, "What... do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Wang Li pressed her temples, "I don't know how to say it, what does it mean. Your grandfather, Mr. Song, who was always aloof back then, objected to your parents being together."

"How could he agree? This person is arrogant, conceited, and always looks at Xiao Fang with prejudice..." Wang Li said here, and couldn't help but clenched the teacup in her hand.