Pick up a president as a wife

"Grandma, I saw her..."

After meeting Han Yihui that night, Yang Yuqing was no longer in the mood to play, and returned to Kyoto with Tang Yueyi early the next morning.

Tang Yueyi drove her car to the school gate, and Yang Yuqing, who was sitting next to her, lowered her head and said expressionlessly, "Sister, I want to take a few days off and go home, is that okay?"

Tang Yueyi looked at Yang Yuqing, a hint of distress flashed in her eyes.

Ever since meeting Han Yihui last night, Yang Yuqing has always had this expression, sitting very quietly and not actively speaking.No matter who asked her to do something, she would do it silently.

The current sentence is the first time he has spoken since last night, the first sentence.

The pain in Tang Yueyi's eyes became more intense. She reached out and stroked Yang Yuqing's cheek, her throat tightened a little, "Okay, I'll go back with you, okay?" She was a little cautious when she said this, she was afraid that Yang Yuqing would There is a conflicting mentality.

Yang Yuqing turned her head to look at Tang Yueyi, there was no emotion in her eyes, they were very empty.She looked at Tang Yueyi quietly. After a long time, Tang Yueyi thought she would not answer her.

Tang Yueyi withdrew her hand with some disappointment, and pretended to be relaxed and said: "It's okay, Xiaoqing wants to go back, I'll give you a vacation with pay, okay? Xiaoqing hasn't had a vacation for a long time. I'll take you back." I don't mean anything else, I just don't trust you to go back alone, I will leave after sending you to the place, and then I will pick you up if you want to come back, I'm just worried..."

"it is good."

This sound was too soft to say, Tang Yueyi didn't hear it, she was still rambling on, she buried her head very low, concealing the disappointment and subtle sadness in her eyes.

Yang Yuqing stretched out her hand and grabbed Tang Yueyi's hand on her knee. Tang Yueyi took a peek at Yang Yuqing and stopped her rambling.

"I said, okay, my sister will go back with me." Yang Yuqing's eyes were no longer empty, but with focus, she stared at Tang Yueyi's eyes, and her eyes softened a bit.

"Ah?" Tang Yueyi hadn't reacted yet, her expression was a little dazed, her mouth opened wide, her eyes blinked, and she looked a little confused.

Such an expression successfully made Yang Yuqing laugh, the corners of her mouth curled up, and she felt a little more joyful, "What's the matter? Sister, doesn't she want to go home with me?"

"Yes, I am willing, I want to go home, go home." Tang Yueyi's eyes were slightly red.

She was homesick, the home she lived with Yang Yuqing.Although it was only half a year, it was her home.

For people, a house does not necessarily mean a home, a real home is where the heart belongs, and Tang Yueyi's heart belongs to Yang Yuqing, and a place with Yang Yuqing is home.

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"Grandma, I saw her."

As soon as Yang Yuqing returned to the small fishing village, she asked Tang Yueyi to send her to the cemetery. She stopped Tang Yueyi who wanted to go with her, "Sister, I want to be alone, is that okay?"

"Okay, I'll wait for you outside." Tang Yueyi let go of Yang Yuqing's hand, and looked at Yang Yuqing's leaving back with some worry.

That back is very thin, very desolate, very lonely.

Yang Yuqing walked into the cemetery alone, sat in front of grandma's tombstone, leaned against the tombstone with her body, her tone was very flat, and she couldn't hear any emotion.

"She lives well, is very rich, has a pair of children, and a husband who loves her very much. She lives happily."

"Her pair of sons and daughters are twins. The boy is Yue Yu and the girl is Yue Qing. They are 16 years old this year. I haven't seen them, but I heard they are very good."

"She left when I was four years old, and the child is only six years younger than me."

"She looks young, well maintained, looks like someone in her 30s."

"Grandma, I hate you so much, I really hate you so much!"

"I really hate it."

"Before I saw her, I was worried about her. I was afraid that she would not be warm enough to eat. Every time I saw a homeless beggar, I wondered if she would be like this, and if she was also in rags. , Will there be no shelter at all?"

"I'm really afraid that she's having a bad life, but now I know she's doing so well, why do I hate it so much. Grandma, I hate it so much, have I become bad? I'm so bad now, I really want her to have a bad life." Okay, but I can't bear it, after all, she is me, my mother..."

Yang Yuqing finally cried out in front of her grandma's tombstone, and the emotions that had been pent up for several days were finally liberated.Her grievances, unwillingness, and hatred all turned into tears.

She hugged her knees tightly and cried like a homeless child.

The sky is always so suitable for the occasion. The sky was originally clear and blue on the way back, but now it became cloudy with thunder and lightning.

Soon, raindrops the size of soybeans fell from the sky, hitting the ground, the tombstone, and the top of Yang Yuqing's head.

Rain mixed with tears trickled down her cheeks.

Rain, has it stopped?But there is still the sound of raindrops in my ears.

Yang Yuqing raised her head in confusion, holding a black umbrella on top of her head, and looked at the person holding the umbrella along those white and slender fingers.

Tang Yueyi, Xiaosha, sister...

Yang Yuqing narrowed her eyes slightly, the face of the person in front of her was blurry, she reached out to wipe away the water marks on her face.The person who was standing also squatted down and hugged her shoulders, and a gentle voice came from his ear.

"Xiao Qing, there is me, you and me, you are not alone, you have me, and I am here."

The people around him fully lifted the umbrella on Yang Yuqing's head, Yang Yuqing looked at the front with confused eyes, and was stunned.

The ears seem to be deaf, the eyes seem to be blind, and the mind seems to be muddled. Only the nose can smell the faint smell of lilac flowers...

When Yang Yuqing opened her eyes again, she was already lying on her bed.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of her, Yang Yuqing's mind went blank for a moment, she opened her mouth and wanted to speak, but her throat hurt like a fire.

She opened and closed her lips several times without making a sound.

"Xiaoqing, come on, sit up straight and drink some water."

She felt as if she was lifted up by someone, and the voice in her ear seemed to come from a far away place, very hazy and ethereal.She opened her mouth slightly, her lips touched the wall of the cup, and the warm water was poured into her mouth, it was so sweet.The thirsty throat was relieved.

The people around saw her drink the water, helped her to lie down again, and helped her tuck in the quilt.

She seemed to hear the sound of closing the door, and the whole world became quiet again.

The next morning, Yang Yuqing sat up and looked around her blankly, huh?Why did I come home, am I not in the cemetery?

She lifted the quilt and stood up. She staggered a bit when she stood up. She leaned on the wall and walked out slowly.

There was a busy figure in the kitchen, with a floral apron around his waist, his hair was tied up, and the sleeves on his arms were rolled up to the elbows. The whole back looked very virtuous and capable.

The people in the kitchen seemed to have heard the movement, turned their heads, and looked at Yang Yuqing happily, "Xiaoqing, are you awake?"

She rubbed her hands with the apron around her waist, raised her hand to touch Yang Yuqing's forehead, then touched her own forehead, and nodded.

But as if she was afraid that the hand that she just touched the cold water would be inaccurate, she held Yang Yuqing's face with both hands, raised her heels, and her lips touched Yang Yuqing's forehead.

"Well, it looks like the fever has subsided." She carefully rubbed Yang Yuqing's face with her fingers, her eyes filled with distress, she suppressed her sadness, and said with a smile: "How is Xiaoqing feeling now? Are you still suffering?"

Yang Yuqing shook her head slightly, spread her arms and hugged Tang Yueyi, rubbed her face against her neck, her hands gradually tightened, as if she wanted to rub Tang Yueyi into her body.

The tight pain in her waist made Tang Yueyi frown a little. She also hugged Yang Yuqing with both hands, and put one hand on the back of her head, rubbing gently to comfort her emotions.

The two of them just hugged each other in the living room without opening their mouths, and the time passed by every minute.

Tang Yueyi sniffed, and said with some doubts, "Xiaoqing, do you smell something?"

"Huh?" Yang Yuqing sucked her stuffy nose, and whispered in a nasal voice, "I didn't smell it."

"Ah!" Tang Yueyi quickly let go of Yang Yuqing, and quickly ran to the kitchen, shouting, "My porridge! Oops, it's all mushy!"

Yang Yuqing watched Tang Yueyi scrambling in the kitchen, opened her mouth slightly, and then burst out laughing.

Giggling~ She bent over laughing, her eyes were a little wet.

Hearing the laughter, Tang Yueyi held up the spatula and pretended to be angry, but the smile in her eyes had already betrayed her, "Laugh! Why are you laughing! The porridge is gone, the white porridge has turned into black porridge!"

Yang Yuqing's laughter didn't stop, but laughed even louder.

Tang Yueyi threw the spatula in her hand on the dining table, and touched Yang Yuqing's waist, "I made you laugh, and you still laugh! What do you eat if the porridge is mushy!"

"Hahaha, sister, don't, don't scratch, it's so itchy, so itchy, hahaha..."

Hearing that Yang Yuqing had begged for mercy, Tang Yueyi laughed and coughed violently. Tang Yueyi quickly stopped her hands and patted Yang Yuqing's back lightly!Help her feel better.

"Is it better?"

"Well, it's all right. Stop coughing."

Yang Yuqing's face turned reddish due to the cough just now, and she looked very cute. Tang Yueyi hung her delicate nose with her fingers, stood up, and brought out a bowl of steaming brown sugar ginger tea after a while.

"Neng, drink it."

Yang Yuqing took the bowl, looked at the ginger water in the bowl in silence for a moment, picked up the bowl, and drank it in one gulp.

Because she drank too fast, a drop flowed from the corner of her mouth to her chin, when it was about to drip, Tang Yueyi wiped it off with her fingers, and said with a smile: "Drink slowly, I won't fight with you. "

Yang Yuqing put the empty bowl on the tea table, leaned her head on Tang Yueyi's shoulder, and looked at the posture of the two of them through the reflection on the TV in front of her.He said with emotion: "It's been a long time since I drank the ginger water boiled by my sister. The taste hasn't changed at all, it's still so spicy."

Tang Yueyi pressed her face to the top of Yang Yuqing's head, raised her eyebrows lightly, "Is it good? Do you like it?"

"It's delicious, I like it."

Tang Yueyi looked around the whole room, stretched out her arms and hugged Yang Yuqing, and said with nostalgia, "It's good to be home at last."

"How good is it?"

Tang Yueyi smiled softly, and kissed Yang Yuqing's forehead lovingly, "The only one in the world."