Help, I was forced into marriage by a monster!

But even if he left, with someone else's baby, what should he do?

It is definitely not possible to go home. My mother will cry, make trouble, and hang herself when she sees it. Resigning from a state-owned enterprise is enough to provoke her, and then she will bring back such a little Douding who does not work hard. , she can carry a kitchen knife and chase herself from Causeway Bay to Tsim Sha Tsui.

Or, temporarily take the baby back to his hometown to hide for a few days?It just so happened that I haven't seen my grandparents for a long time, so I stopped by to visit their old people.

When my mother was young, she had a bad relationship with her grandparents, probably because she looked down on them as rural people. In the ten years after my father passed away, my mother never took me back home once.

In fact, my grandparents are very kind to me. The old man loves his grandson. The figs grown at home are rotten and smelly every time. When I see my grandson, I take them out like a baby.

At that time, my mother thought that grandma was really interesting, who should I blame? This is, give this kind of food to my grandson.

But in fact, the two elderly people really didn't want to eat any of them, and kept them all for their grandchildren.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a little sad.

Song Yinzhi picked up the baby and asked softly: "Xueqiu, the nanny hasn't come back yet, otherwise you will go back to your hometown with your brother to stay for a few days? My hometown is cool."

The little baby looked at Song Yinzhi indifferently, and nodded slowly after a while.

After packing up the baby's clothes and toys, Song Yinzhi simply tore off two changes of clothes, carried a large suitcase, bypassed the reporters, and sneaked out through the back door.

Yaoji, Yaoji, I'm sorry, I have wronged you these few days, the meat has been placed at the back door, you have to find it yourself.

It rained a lot yesterday, and it was still cool today, so Song Yinzhi couldn't get a taxi, so Song Yinzhi walked down the asphalt road panting with the baby in his arms.

The baby is wearing a sky blue sun hat and holds his little fox bottle in his arms.

He nestled in Song Yinzhi's arms, looked up, and saw that Song Yinzhi's delicate chin was already covered with a thin layer of sweat, and the originally pink lips were also covered with patches of white skin due to long-term lack of water.

He just looked at it like this for a long while, holding up the bottle expressionlessly——

"clatter."

It means: drink it.

Song Yinzhi looked at this little guy, smiled, and rubbed his face against his white and tender face: "Brother has water, thank you."

After finally walking to the national highway, there were more cars here, Song Yinzhi hurriedly hailed a taxi, took a taxi and went directly to the bus station.

My hometown is in a remote mountain village, where the roads are impassable, and there are no buses, so I can only take a long-distance bus, and then I have to switch to a tractor. Of course, if I am unlucky, I can only go up the mountain on foot.

Song Yinzhi hugged the baby, like a poor single father, boarded the long-distance bus with big bags and small bags.

After bumping along the way, the car finally left this bustling but somewhat exaggerated big city, and drove slowly on the uninhabited country road.

The car was filled with all kinds of smells. The uncle sitting next to him was so happy that he took off his shoes, put his feet on the seat in front of him, and played a certain sound while holding his fake mobile phone.

The car was bouncing, and the smell of the uncle's feet was still there. Song Yinzhi deeply felt that if he continued like this, his vomit would rise to a height of two meters. He quickly opened the window, and he couldn't care whether the air conditioner was turned on in the car. After all, the dog Life matters.

After bumping for more than two hours, the car finally stopped in front of a dilapidated small village.

Song Yinzhi hurriedly got out of the car with the baby in his arms and bags.

I haven't been back to my hometown for more than ten years. I don't know if my hometown has changed, but Song Yinzhi vaguely remembers that the village of my hometown seems to be different, and I remember that the old house of my grandparents had to climb over a mountain and cross a big river to get there. arrive.

It happened that there was an old woman who was drying beans beside him. Song Yinzhi hesitated for a while, then walked slowly over with the baby in his arms, and asked:

"Auntie, is this Dahe Village?"

The auntie picked the beans with her rough old hands and said without raising her head:

"What Dahe Village, this place has long been lost."

Song Yinzhi quickly took out his mobile phone, found a group photo of his grandparents more than ten years ago, and showed it to his aunt: "Impossible, look, do you know these two old people? They are my grandparents, and they live in Dahe village."

The aunt sighed impatiently, and raised her head: "Dahe Village was burned down in a fire more than ten years ago, and everyone in the village was also buried in that fire. The two people you mentioned, I haven’t seen it before, you’re going to Dahe Village, can you find out before you come back.”

Song Yinzhi froze there for a moment.

He looked at the two kind old people on the screen of his mobile phone, and thought of the plate of ripe rotten figs. It turned out that his mother hadn't brought him back to his hometown for more than ten years, just because this place had long since ceased to exist.

The little baby squinted at Song Yinzhi, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"Then, I see, thank you, Auntie." Song Yinzhi's hand dropped weakly.

Layers of dark clouds above the head covered the sky and the sun, as if it was about to be unable to hold the heavy water vapor, and it was about to pour down.

Song Yinzhi hugged the baby and walked out of the village in silence.

Light rain began to fall from the sky, and it was falling on the baby's fair and tender face.

Song Yinzhi was startled, and hurriedly carried the baby to the door of a house to hide from the rain.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, forming a crystal clear curtain under the eaves.

Song Yinzhi looked at the rain curtain, and a small hole suddenly opened in his heart.

He shook the baby and asked softly, "Little Xueqiu, have you met your grandparents?"

Afterwards, he asked himself and answered: "You must have met them, they are amazing entrepreneurs."

The little baby didn't seem to understand what he was talking about, but just looked at his eyes calmly, looking at his eye sockets, a little red.

"As for my grandparents, they are the most ordinary peasants. They can't speak Mandarin, and their family is very poor. I heard that they were too poor to afford food when they were young, but they still lived frugally. Raised my dad."

"There is an old saying in our country that the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, the child wants to support but the relatives are not there, and I... don't even know that they have passed away long ago."

As he spoke, Song Yinzhi picked up his T-shirt and quickly wiped his eyes in a disguised manner.

He forced a smile on his face, facing the little baby.

"Little Xueqiu can't understand what brother is saying." Song Yinzhi touched the little baby's face, "Perhaps, you will understand when you grow up."

Just as he was talking, the door suddenly rang twice behind him.

Song Yinzhi quickly moved out of the way, afraid of blocking his way.

The door opened slowly, and there was a ravine face inside, with cloudy eyes looking up and down at the door, big and small.

At that moment, Song Yinzhi remembered the song:

Righteous light!It shines on the earth!

He looked at the elderly man in disbelief, with his lips pursed, and after a while, he rushed over.

"Grandpa! You're still alive!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, pulled the young man away and looked up and down carefully with his not-so-good eyesight, then, trembling spread to his fingertips, he tremblingly touched the young man's face, and asked hoarsely:

"Yes, is it?!"

After all, what a distant but intimate title.

Song Yinzhi nodded vigorously: "Grandpa! It's me, I'm back to see you!"

The old man looked at him with tears of excitement.

He hurriedly turned his head to greet his wife who was sitting in the room: "Old lady, look who is here!"

The grandma who heard the movement hurried out tremblingly on crutches. When she saw her grandson whom she hadn't seen for more than ten years, her eyes were filled with tears.

"That's it! You're back!" She gently hugged the young man in front of her, "Grandma misses you to death."

"Come in, come in, it's raining outside, and you don't have to call in advance when you come back, so we can go to the village to pick you up." Grandpa hurried into the house, took an umbrella and came out.

The old umbrella covered their heads, but Grandpa's shoulders were wet a lot.

Seeing Ai Sun, whom I haven't seen in more than ten years, the two old people who were originally not good at words suddenly turned into great writers, and their inspiration flowed so much that they were asked to write a million-word "Feelings of Seeing Grandson" without any pressure.

Still as before, ripe figs that were about to rot were brought up.

Nothing has changed.

Song Yinzhi's heart trembled as he looked at the two old men who were busy.

Fortunately, they are still there;

Fortunately, I am not late.

"If you tell me earlier, we'll pick you up. The village caught fire before, so we moved down the mountain. It took a lot of time to find the way." Grandpa's wrinkled and criss-crossed hands held Song Yinzhi's hand tightly. release.

"No, I found it just by asking around." Song Yinzhi smiled.

"That's good, that's good, didn't your mother come over this time?"

"Well...she has something to do, let me come back to see you." Song Yinzhi cast a sloppy eye.

Grandpa nodded in relief, then turned his gaze to Xiao Douding in his arms.

"This is... is this your doll?"

"Ah?" Song Yinzhi glanced at the little baby.

How should I answer, the old man is so old, he definitely wants to see a house full of children and grandchildren, besides, he said that this is the child of the employer's family, and the grandfather asked where he was a high school student, he couldn't say that he was practicing as a nanny at someone else's house, so what should he do? Disappointed.

In order not to disappoint the old man, and probably because of his pride, Song Yinzhi lied:

"Yes, this is my child, named Little Snowball."

"My baby, why didn't you come back with me?"

embarrassing, embarrassing.

"Just... his mother is also very busy, the company doesn't ask for leave, next time, I will bring his mother to visit you next time."

Knowing that this little Douding is his great-grandson, the old man was a little cautious for a while, especially for such a cute and immature doll. He wanted to hug him, but he was afraid that his rough skin would hurt the doll, so he kept putting his hands on the clothes. Wipe it back and forth.

Seemingly seeing what Grandpa was thinking, Song Yinzhi pushed the little baby out without saying anything:

"Grandpa, his name is Feng Qi, and he is one and a half years old."

As soon as the little baby saw this posture, he knew that nothing good was going to happen.

"Hey!" He yelled reluctantly, his short legs fluttered vigorously, and his little hands grabbed Song Yinzhi's sleeves tightly and did not let go. The strength was so great that Song Yinzhi directly pulled his fragrant shoulders, and the scene was once very embarrassing.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa, this child is a bit cynical, don't mind." Seeing that the baby was unwilling, Song Yinzhi couldn't force him, so he could only hug the child back and coax him twice.

"It's okay, the baby is like this. When you were a child, when you first met grandpa, you also hid from your mother and refused to let grandpa hug you." Grandpa hurriedly tried to smooth things over to resolve the embarrassment.

Haven't seen each other for many years, the three of them seem to have a lot to say, but most of the time, one of them, Song Yin, is talking.

Grandpa Nene, who is not good at words, just kept repeating:

"My dear grandson, you have grown up."

night--

After dinner, the old man went to bed early and had a conversation with his grandson. He couldn't hold on anymore, and his upper and lower eyelids kept fighting.

But before that, I still insisted on buying new quilts from the small supermarket in the village in the rain, changing them for my grandson, and then going to work on my own affairs.

Song Yinzhi helped the baby change into pajamas in the back room, took a basin of hot water to wipe his body, and continued:

"Little Xueqiu, the conditions here are limited, and it's still raining. Shall we sleep in diapers today?"

As he spoke, he took out a piece of diaper from the baby's salute, unfolded it, with a half-smile expression on his face.

Little Xueqiu frowned, and slowly moved towards the corner of the wall, almost sticking to the corner of the wall.

For the first time since his birth over a year ago, baby Feng Qi felt a great crisis in his life——