New widow

"Cousin." Song Zhen's sleepy voice came. Xia Yun turned around and saw that Song Zhen had sat up and looked at her in confusion with her eyes open. Xia Yun walked to Song Zhen and said, "It's hot right now and I can't sleep."

"Then we'll sleep in separate beds tomorrow." Song Zhen said, then fell down again and fell asleep. Xia Yun looked at Song Zhen and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. This was his sister. After stripping away these many identities, the connection between blood began to form. How could he have so much love for her in the first place? What about complaints?

Xia Yun reached out and held Song Zhen's hand. Song Zhen muttered something and fell asleep again.

Early the next morning, a neighbor heard that Song Zhen was back, so he came to visit with his things. Naturally, there was another social gathering. Xia Yun looked at the smile on Song Zhen's face. This kind of social interaction was different from other families in the capital. The entertainment between the mansions is different. There are not many rules and the politeness is gone. They are still talking about common things, but there is no need to consider every word and think about the appropriate sentence.

"This is my cousin." Song Zhen had already pulled Xia Yun over and introduced everyone.

"What a handsome girl." Some people had already smiled and praised, and someone else nodded: "She is really handsome. How old are you? Are you engaged? If not, we will..."

"Aunt Wang, what are you worrying about here? If my cousin really wanted to find her husband's family, she would have asked my uncle." Song Zhen's words made Matchmaker Wang laugh: "Yes, yes, I was wrong. It’s not like I feel happy when I see a pretty girl. I’m afraid this girl from the capital won’t be happy.

I am willing to live in our remote country. "

"This is not a remote place. I like it very much." Although Xia Yun was a little frightened by everyone's enthusiasm, he still knew what to say. Naturally, everyone started talking again, and then dispersed after each had a cup of tea.

"After everything is packed, I'm going to see your mother." Butler Xiao Zhu waited until all the women in the main room had dispersed, then walked in and said to Song Zhen.

Chunyan's cemetery was eight miles away from where they lived. Fortunately, there was a carriage, so catching up with the carriage was not that difficult. In less than half an hour, they crossed the city and arrived at the cemetery.

The cemetery is close to the mountain, and there are two bamboo trees planted in front. The cemetery is quite well repaired, made of bricks and stones, and the tombstone is engraved with the tomb of the loving mother Zhu.

"I don't know whose surname my mother should bear, so I carved it like this." Song Zhen said softly, and already walked to the tomb, stretched out her hand to touch the words on the tombstone, and whispered: "Mom, I'm back Now, I will never leave you again."

"Sister, I'm here. We have all missed you for the past 16 years." Manager Xiao Zhu squatted in front of the tomb with mixed feelings in his heart. This is his sister. When he was still young, he could always hear her calling him Brother, he blamed himself for breaking something again, and said that he wanted to embroider handkerchiefs for himself, embroider this and that.

My younger sister, who was alive and well at first, was only seen as a cold tomb many years later. Manager Xiao Zhu shed tears. Xia Yun looked at the tomb. Inside the tomb was his aunt. If she hadn't come here and was buried here alone, Xia Yun and the others wouldn't even be qualified to worship.

British public cemeteries, regardless of

Whether you want to bury it or worship it requires qualifications.

"Aunt, you have never met me, but I know you." Xia Yun kowtowed several times to the cemetery respectfully. Looking up, it seemed that he could still see his aunt, whom he had never seen before, smiling at him.

"Aunt, I will take good care of my cousin, don't worry." Xia Yun murmured, after all, the one that my aunt couldn't let go of the most was Song Zhen, there was no other person.

"Uncle, cousin, don't cry. Mom didn't like me crying the most when she was alive." Song Zhen wiped away her tears and comforted them when she saw that Manager Xiao Zhu and Xia Yun were both in tears.

"Yes, yes, Da Ni'er said, what's the point of crying? It's better to laugh." Manager Xiao Zhu felt sad after saying this, but his sister, the sister who loved to laugh, couldn't even laugh in the end. Laughed out loud.

Da Nier? Song Zhen frowned, and Manager Xiao Zhu looked at her: "Your mother is a child of the Chen Mansion. When a child is born, he cannot be given a serious name, so he gives him a random name. When he enters the mansion and has a master, he can Have a serious name. I remember your mother’s original name was Qiu Shuang.”

Following the Wu family, Wu family changed her name to Chunyan. Whether it was autumn sunset or spring swallow, this name was given by the owner. Zhu Danielle, she never had a name that she really wanted to be called.

Song Zhen just wanted to sigh, but she couldn't. No wonder she never knew her mother's name. From the name she was born to, she chose her randomly.

Whether it's Qiu Shuang or Chun Yan, they are all named by their masters in order to make them easy to name. I heard that in some mansions, the names of the personal maids who follow the master are all fixed, and sometimes they are changed.

There were three or four groups of people, all with the same name.

I don’t know who the first Chunyan beside Mrs. Wu is, and I don’t know how many Qiu Shuang followed Mrs. Wu.

"We are subordinates, this is inevitable." Manager Xiao Zhu is not so sentimental. He is just a subordinate. You can call him whatever you want. The important thing is to serve the master well.

"It's different." Song Zhen couldn't help but hold back her tears again.

Those autumn frosts and spring swallows are not my mother.

"I know you feel sorry for your mother." Manager Xiao Zhu wanted to comfort Song Zhen, but she only said this dryly. Song Zhen looked at her mother's tombstone: "She is my mother, and she is the best person to me in the world. ."

There are reasons why others treat Song Zhen well, but Song Zhen knows that her mother is the only one in the world who can be willing to take her own life. Song Zhen gently touched her mother's tombstone, and Xia Yun remembered what Song Zhen once said, when I don't want to mention my mother, I can only call her aunt.

Song Zhen was a child raised by her biological mother. How could she stick to the rules and be unwilling to recognize her biological mother? Xia Yun felt that maybe the rules were indeed wrong.

Manager Xiao Zhu looked at Song Zhen's actions and was both pleased and sad. Things had gone round and round, but in any case, it had a happy ending.

"Let's go. I'll leave early tomorrow morning, and I have to do something for the second master." Manager Xiao Zhu urged Song Zhen to leave even if he was reluctant to do so.

"Dad, do you really have errands to do?" Xia Yun asked doubtfully. Manager Xiao Zhu looked at his daughter: "Of course I have errands to do, otherwise I wouldn't be able to leave."

"only

When you're running errands, stop by to see us off. "Song Zhen also put away the sadness in her heart and added a sentence.