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He promised his parents that he would go home for dinner at noon, no matter how tired the two of them were in bed, it was time to get up at some point.

Before leaving, Ting Yun was still hesitating whether to take the clothes home or not, Song Youfang was not willing to, since everyone in Ting Yun stayed behind, why should he take the things away.

"Auntie can wash it, why is it so troublesome to take it back?"

Ting Yun was packing up his things, so he didn't realize what Song Youfang meant, "Then I have to take my pajamas away."

"You won't come back with me at night?" Song Youfang was shocked.

Ting Yun's face became hot, he didn't think about it that much at all, he pursed his lips, "I didn't say I wouldn't come back with you, I took it home... I have to wear it when I go home..."

Hearing this, Song Youfang was relieved, he asked Ting Yun to wait a while, and after going to the study, the two went out together.

Song Youfang was familiar with the journey from himself to Tingyun's parents' house. He remembered the first time he accompanied Tingyun back home, and his mood at that time was the same as now, but also subtly different.

At that time, he had longings, but he was more confused. Now he understands the meaning of going home with Ting Yun.

"What did you do in the study just now?" Ting Yun asked casually.

Song Youfang turned his head slightly, his gaze was still fixed on the front, and he listened carefully to every word Ting Yun said.

"Get something."

Such a vague answer aroused Ting Yun's curiosity even more. Song Youfang's many secrets were hidden in that study, every time Ting Yun recalled it, he would gnash his teeth with hatred.

"what?"

Taking advantage of the gap between the red lights, Song Youfang turned his head and glanced at Ting Yun. Just as he was about to speak, there was a rapid horn sound from behind, and the red light turned into a green light. He had no choice but to start the car.

"Go home first."

Their parents prepared meals and waited for them at home. As soon as they entered the house, their father told them to wash their hands and eat quickly, and their mother chased after them with a very enthusiastic attitude, "When I received your call, your father went to the vegetable market to buy fresh Yellow croaker, just waiting for you two."

Song Youfang was flattered and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Mom and Dad."

Even Tingyun felt a little surprised. According to his parents' previous attitude, they were dissatisfied with Song Youfang one hundred and one thousand. Even if Song Youfang was accepted, the change was too huge.

He secretly looked at his father's expression. His father was no different from his usual gentle expression. He just wanted to go to the kitchen to talk to his father.

Dad handed him the bowl and chopsticks, "Take it out first."

The atmosphere during the dinner was also very warm and harmonious. Ting Yun seemed to have seen the scene where Song Youfang came to eat at home for the first time. His parents were warm and thoughtful to others. When he heard that he was the object of his marriage, other than simply asking about the family's back, he would also ask for warmth.

Parents didn't mention anything about the estrus period or Song Youfang marking himself, and the entertainment programs at home after dinner were just a family watching TV happily.

There are peeled fruits on the table, and the programs on the TV are not so interesting.

Song Youfang, who had been silent all this time, broke the tranquility, "Dad, Mom."

Ting Yun inexplicably felt his heart tremble. He turned his head to look at Song Youfang, and at some point, his hand was firmly held by Song Youfang. At that moment, he seemed to have guessed what Song Youfang had taken in the study.

An advertisement without lines happened to be playing on the TV, and even the voice became much quieter.

"I want to ask your elder brother for one thing." Song Youfang paused, "It's still early for Ting Yun's certificate. I want to go through the registration procedures with Ting Yun today."

The living room suddenly became quiet, only the background sound of the TV, Song Youfang's gaze was very sincere, but his attitude was very firm.

It took a long time for my mother to repeat Song Youfang's words, "Ting Yun's ID...I'll look for it, Ting Yun's ID."

As he said that, his mother entered the bedroom alone. Ting Yun looked at his mother's back and couldn't help but want to catch up. He patted the back of Song Youfang's hand and signaled Song Youfang to let go of him.

When entering the bedroom, Ting Yun conveniently closed the door, and her mother found a box from the closet, and put all the documents, large and small, in it.

"Here it is." She also handed the divorce certificate to Ting Yun.

Ting Yun took the certificate, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a photo album under the box, "Mom, when is the photo in it?"

"This...you were one or two years old..." Mom put down the box and took out the photo album.

Every photo in it is from when Ting Yun was still a baby, no wonder he has no impression of this photo album.

There are small yellow letters marking the time in the lower right corner of the photos. My mother slowly recalled, and she could remember the location where each photo was taken.

Ting Yun listened quietly, responding with a sentence or two from time to time.

"You are so old in a blink of an eye." Mom sighed.

I became an adult, went to college again, graduated from college, found a job by myself, met Song Youfang again, got married, divorced again, and now they went around and got together again.

Ting Yun held his mother's arm and asked in a low voice, "Mom, are you blaming me?"

"What do you blame?" Mom looked up at Ting Yun.

Ting Yun didn't dare to look at his mother, "Too self-willed, and I'm with Song Youfang again."

I only heard my mother sigh, "The previous incident was not your fault, why should I blame you? It’s good, who you marry and who you spend the rest of your life with is ultimately your business. People who can control you can’t control your feelings. Your father and I only want to be happy and happy. Don’t feel sorry for us. , you want to be with Song Youfang, your parents support you, and one day Song Youfang treats you badly, family and parents are your way out."

"Mom..." Ting Yun rubbed against her mother's shoulder.

There was a knock on the door, and Song Youfang stood upright at the door, "Mom, I interrupted your conversation. I wanted to ask if I wanted to accompany Ting Yun to register."

"Okay, let's go with you."

Song Youfang said solemnly: "Mom, there won't be such a day, I will always be nice to Ting Yun."

Mom patted the back of Ting Yun's hand, "Okay, we will trust you again."

Witnessed by their parents, Ting Yun and Song Youfang remarried. The remarriage meant that Ting Yun and Song Youfang had to live together again, and it was very troublesome to move things back and forth at home.

Song Youfang replaced Ting Yun with new daily necessities, and Ting Yun just brought some clothes that he used to wear every day.

Accompanying Song Youfang to see his mother was three days later. Song Youfang's mother was an only daughter, and Song Youfang's grandparents also passed away early, so no one had any contact with relatives at home.

The morning they went, they bought flowers, and Mother Song was buried in a cemetery.

Entering from the entrance of the cemetery, it is easy to distinguish which cemeteries are often worshiped, because there are fresh chrysanthemums placed in front of many tombstones.

Song Youfang and Tingyun were led by the staff to a nearby cemetery, "This is it, Mr. Song."

The front of the tomb is clean, and there are staff who clean it frequently. The photos on the tombstone are the same as the inch-by-inch photos Song Youfang has seen. The flowers were put down, and he stood in front of the tomb, his Adam's apple squirmed up and down, and he couldn't make a sound for a long time.

"Mom" is unfamiliar and familiar to him, and it is extremely difficult to call "Mom".

Sensing Song Youfang's embarrassment, Ting Yun gently squeezed Song Youfang's hand, "We can come here often in the future."

Take it easy.