After rebirth, hug my beloved wife’s thigh tightly

Song Yuchen came up not long after he went down. He was worried that An Yifei would be too hungry, so he brought up a bowl of fruit porridge first for her to cushion her stomach.

"You drink some porridge first, the custard buns will be ready a while later."

He walked towards An Yifei, sat by the bed, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, put it to his lips and blew on it. After it was not hot, he fed it to An Yifei.

After An Yifei took a bite, she sheepishly took the bowl of porridge from Song Yuchen's hand, "It's not like my hand was injured, I did it myself."

Song Yuchen smiled, nodded, and sat aside waiting for her to finish.

Looking at the little girl eating porridge in front of him, he always had an unreal feeling in his heart, but he was filled with happiness. He finally caught up with his little girl.

When he thought of this, Song Yuchen looked at An Yifei with softer eyes, unable to hide the fondness in his eyes.

It didn't take long for An Yifei to finish the porridge. Song Yuchen took out a tissue and wiped An Yifei's mouth, took the bowl from her hand, turned and went downstairs.

An Yifei was still immersed in the joy of happiness. She felt that today was the happiest day in her life.

At this moment, An Yifei's cell phone rang. The caller was: Brother.

When she saw this caller, An Yifei's heart pounded. She stole her brother's bottle of wine yesterday, and he must be here to investigate this morning.

She gingerly took the phone and answered the call with some trembling.

"Hey, brother..."

Before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by An Yiyan.

"An Yifei, you are more capable now, aren't you? I can't control you anymore, right? You're so brave. If you dare to steal my wine, you will die!"

"Oh, brother~ I just...don't dare to do it next time."

A child who has the courage to admit mistakes is a good child.

"You want another time?!"

An Yiyan sat in the office and rolled his eyes in anger.

"No, there won't be a next time!"

She was so scared, her brother was really angry, it was so hard to coax him!

"How's it going? Are you feeling better? It was Ah Chen who answered the call yesterday. Why did you go to his house? There's not enough home for you to drink like crazy? Thank you very much!"

Sure enough, you can’t keep your own cabbage, and you’ll get eaten by pigs if you’re not careful!

"I know, I know! It's okay, I'll die."

If she didn't hang up the phone, she would be nagged to death.

"Don't forget your death anniversary this weekend."

After An Yiyan finished reminding him, he hung up the phone and looked at one of the few family photos on the table.

It was taken by An Yifei as a family of four in a photo studio after she finished her college entrance examination to celebrate her graduation.

If his parents were still alive, they would probably be much stricter on An Yifei's relationship issues than he, the elder brother, would be.

**

An Yifei stayed at Song Yuchen's house until the day of his death. That morning, An Yifei got up early and picked out a black skirt.

Today's weather is particularly gloomy. The sky is dark and covered with dark clouds. There is a faint earthy smell in the air, indicating that it will rain today.

As soon as An Yifei opened the door, she saw Song Yuchen, wearing a shirt and suit of the same color, standing at the door and about to knock on the door.

"Get up, I was just about to call you!"

Song Yuchen raised a smile at her, held her hand and walked downstairs.

"Brother Yuchen, are you going with me today?"

She was not in high spirits today, she looked gloomy, and there was strong sadness in her eyes.

Song Yuchen didn't say anything. He took her into his arms, patted her back gently with his big hands, and rested his chin on the top of her head. After a long time, he said: "It will rain today. We need to bring an umbrella. After breakfast, we will be ready." We’re going to the flower shop, let’s eat first.”

An Yifei hugged Song Yuchen's waist tightly. In his arms, she felt more at ease than ever before.

After hearing Song Yuchen's words, she nodded and was led by him to the restaurant.

After the meal, Song Yuchen drove to the flower shop. He paid attention to An Yifei's mood along the way, for fear that something would go wrong.

"What flowers do uncle and aunt like?"

After arriving at the flower shop, Song Yuchen led her and walked among the dazzling bouquets.

"Mom likes carnations, but if dad doesn't like them particularly, just buy a bouquet of chrysanthemums."

"it is good!"

An Yifei lowered her eyes, and the light in her eyes dimmed.

I still remember that at that time, my father would bring a bouquet of fresh flowers to my mother every day when he came home. Sometimes they were lilies, sometimes roses, and sometimes carnations.

It’s not that he has forgotten what flowers his mother likes best, but he feels that if he brings the same ones every day, there will be no freshness, so he needs to keep them fresh every day.

In her impression, her parents had a very good relationship. Occasionally they would quarrel and her father would give in to her mother and give her a bouquet of her favorite carnations and a small gift, which would immediately calm her down.

At that time, she envied her parents' love, and secretly thought in her heart that she must find a boyfriend who would be good to her and pamper her and love her just like her father doted on her mother.

Thinking of this, she looked at Song Yuchen beside her, with a smile on her lips. She didn't say what would happen in the future, but now she found it.

If his parents were still here, they would definitely like him. After all, haven't they met Song Yuchen before?

Feeling the gaze, Song Yuchen turned his head to look at An Yifei, smiled fondly, picked out a bouquet of carnations and a bouquet of chrysanthemums, and went to pay.

After paying the money, they each held a bouquet of flowers and left the flower shop hand in hand.

The weather was not good, and when they left the flower shop and headed to the cemetery, it started to drizzle.

This reminded An Yifei of the writing technique in Chinese language class that incorporated emotions into the scene and used the scene to express emotions.

God knows that it needs some rain at this time to heighten the sad atmosphere.

"What flowers does Feifei like?"

"Ok?"

An Yifei was stunned by this sudden question and didn't react for a while.

"I said, what kind of flowers does Feifei like?"

Song Yuchen was amused by her confused and cute expression, and asked again.

"Oh, I like sunflowers and baby's breath!"

These two kinds of flowers were her favorite. At that time, she was envious when her brother saw her father buying flowers for her mother every day. After that, she would also receive flowers from her brother every day.

She would put all those flowers in a vase and put them in the room, and she would be very happy to look at them every day.

Song Yuchen nodded, said nothing more, and concentrated on driving.

It didn't take long to arrive at the cemetery. An Yiyan and the others had already arrived.

Not far away, Xiao Xiao and An Yiyan saw the hands they were holding and looked at each other, but they didn't have much expression.

It was as if everything had been expected.

"elder brother……"

After seeing An Yiyan, An Yifei's eyes turned red. An Yiyan reached out and hugged her to express comfort.

After laying flowers, An Yiyan took Xiao Xiao and left first. He knew that An Yifei had a lot to say to her parents, so he needed to leave space for them.

After An Yiyan left, An Yifei slowly squatted down and gently wiped the water droplets on the tombstone photo.

Song Yuchen stood behind her holding an umbrella, holding it high above her head to protect her from the raindrops.

"Mom and Dad, it's been five years and I've come back to see you. How have you been doing in the past five years? My brother and I are living well abroad. You don't have to worry. We have settled back now."

"Mom and Dad, I'm sorry, it was me who hurt you. If...it wasn't me at that time, you wouldn't have died...I'm sorry, Mom and Dad..."

"Mom and Dad, I miss you..."

An Yifei was already sobbing, her forehead pressed against the photo on the tombstone, and she knelt there with her hands around the tombstone.

Like an abandoned child, hugging the tombstone tightly and not letting go.

But her heart was full of hatred, and she vowed to find the murderer of her parents!

Song Yuchen looked at her sad expression and felt pain in his heart. He squatted down, soothed his slowly red eyes, and said to the photo on the tombstone: "Uncle and aunt, I am Song Yuchen. It is a pity that I will be with you in this way." See you again."

"You and my parents can reconnect under Jiuquan. Don't worry about us. We will be fine."

"Also, Feifei and I are together, and I will protect her from now on. Please don't worry!"

After that, he stepped forward and hugged An Yifei, stroking her hair with his big hands and letting her cry in his arms.