Late at night, all the relatives who came to help left one after another. Mother He was so sad that she fell ill in bed. The little sister He Lianer of the He family stayed with Mother He to take care of her.

In the mourning hall, Father He, who was exhausted mentally and physically, accompanied Xiao An to watch the mourning.

In the dead of night, when all the noise had faded away, He's father stroked the jar of He Qingsong's ashes and asked them in detail what happened on their way to the south to run errands.

Xiao An told He's father in detail, including the fact that He Qingsong suddenly changed his mind on the way back and went to the Camellia oleifera village to buy Camellia oleifera cakes.

Xiao An deliberately concealed the thrilling three days and three nights when he faced off against the wolves. He didn't tell Father He, and he almost couldn't come back.

He only valued the fact, and the fact was that he came back alive, but his good brother was gone forever.

After hearing this, Father He was silent for a long time.

"Xiao An, I know all about your friendship with Qingsong. Qingsong didn't talk much about it when he came back."

Late at night, Father He's voice was hoarse and desolate. Under the dim oil lamp, he seemed to have aged by more than ten years.

"Qingsong told us that on the southern battlefield, you blocked the knife for him several times. Without you, his life would have been lost on the battlefield."

"I don't blame you for what happened this time. If it were you at that time, you would definitely have pushed Qingsong away."

"If you want to blame it, it's because Qing Song was not lucky enough to escape this disaster..."

Xiao An raised his head, tears already streaming down his face.

He suddenly knelt down with a bang: "Uncle He, if you and Auntie don't dislike me, I will be your son from now on, and I will provide for you until you die!"

Father He shed tears and shook his head.

"Xiao An, you are a good boy, and we appreciate your kindness."

Is this...rejection?

Xiao An was stunned.

Father He continued: "Qingsong is gone, and we have no intention of staying here to take care of the shop. Your aunt and I plan to take Qingsong and Lian'er back to our hometown village after the funeral is over, and bury Qingsong there.

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"I'll go with you!" Xiao An said.

"No need." He's father said.

He raised his head and glanced at the shop where he had lived for a year and a half, and the light in his eyes dimmed little by little.

"This shop is about to expire. We plan to quit. We will pack up our money and go back to our hometown to rest for a while. Although our hometown is not as prosperous as Qing'an County, we still have a small yard and one-third of an acre of land. Plus you

My aunt's health is not suitable for staying here anymore, and she can't stand the judgment of her neighbors."

Xiao An sat slumped on the ground, not knowing what to say with so many words.

He wanted to do something for them, but He's father wouldn't let him do anything. This feeling was very bad!

Father He didn't have the energy to tell Xiao An too much about his future plans.

For a middle-aged man who left his hometown and came to Qing'an County in search of work when he was a teenager, lost his son, dreams and pursuits in middle age, now, returning to his hometown with his wife and daughter is like shrinking into a tortoise.

Shell-like.

Only by retracting into his turtle shell can he lick his wounds.

As for the future, he didn't dare to think about it. It no longer made sense to think about it. His only son was gone...

Because she had made up her mind to go to He's house to burn incense sticks, Yang Ruoqing didn't want to catch Xiao An off guard by suddenly appearing in front of him. After thinking about it, she got up in the middle of the night and quietly went to He's house by the river.
Chapter completed!