Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 133 Arriving Home

For example, would the appearance of the three of them scare the Song family? Song Dazhuang said that there were three children in the family. The older one was already engaged, and the two younger ones were still young, all under five years old. Such young children would probably be frightened when they saw their mutilated bodies.

Song Chunlin assured them not to worry, and when they were about to reach Changping Town, he ran back home alone. Fu Nian and Lu Ming were so anxious that they asked Song Dazhuang to look for him, but they didn't expect that Song Dazhuang was not worried at all and asked them not to worry either.

"My little brother is very smart. Don't worry, he has already arrived at the doorstep. How can he be lost?"

Fu Nian still didn't quite believe it: "Chunlin is just a boy. If we let him go back alone, what will we do if he meets a beggar on the way?"

Song Dazhuang was still not worried: "Don't worry, I have my reasons for taking him out. It's good enough that Chunlin doesn't kidnap others. The beggars can't kidnap him."

Hearing Song Dazhuang's confident tone, Lu Ming and Fu Nian had no choice but to shut up. The father wasn't worried, so what was the point of them, outsiders, saying more?

After leaving the team, Song Chunlin let himself go. Looking at the relatively flat official road, Song Chunlin simply took out a motorcycle, and with a rumble of the accelerator, the motorcycle sped away. While riding the motorcycle leisurely, he did not forget to release his mental power to sense the surroundings in case he met a caravan on the road and scared them.

Fortunately, there were not many caravans on the official road today, and Song Chunlin was almost reaching the village when he met a passerby, who was an old acquaintance.

Zhao Weibao was just coming down from the mountain. When he was on the mountain just now, he heard strange noises coming from the foot of the mountain. When he came down, he saw nothing. Feeling strange, he touched the back of his head and fell into self-doubt.

Song Chunlin had already reached the door of his house. The door was open. Song Qinshi and Song Amuo were sitting in the yard. Song Amuo was sewing clothes for her grandson, and Song Qinshi was eating an apple. Song Chunlin didn't see anyone else. He shouted as soon as he entered the door.

Song Qinshi was startled by his shout, and the apple in her hand fell to the ground. She looked towards the door and saw that it was Song Chunlin. She immediately said unhappily, "You little brat, why are you howling? Where is your father? Why are you back alone?"

Song Chunlin walked over and sat down: "My father is behind us. I estimate that he will arrive before dark. I ran back to inform you first."

"Really?" It was Auntie Song who spoke. She asked Song Chunlin with a smile on her face, "What about your uncle? How is he?"

Song Chunlin thought about it and just said that Song Dahao was sick, but it was not serious and could be cured.

Since her grandson said that the disease could be cured, Song Amuo felt half relieved. The remaining half of her relief would probably come after she saw her son again.

"That's right, little grandpa, mother, my second uncle has been living with his comrades in arms for these years. They were injured when they were on duty. Except for my second uncle, the other two are disabled. Dad wants to bring them home for the sake of their care for my second uncle. We can take care of them in their old age and see them to the end of their lives. What do you think is a suitable place for them to live?"

When Song A-mo heard that the other party was disabled, a worried look appeared on her face: "What about your uncle? Does he have any...disability..."

Song Chunlin hurriedly comforted him: "No, no, Second Uncle is fine, it's just that, he hit his head, and he looks a little dazed, but I have used spiritual spring water to treat him in the past few days, and he is much better now, Grandpa, don't worry."

Song Chunlin also told Song Amao everything he saw and heard there. When Song Amao heard that Lu Ming and Fu Nian had been taking care of her mentally retarded son for more than ten years, she felt indescribably grateful.

"My poor child, for all these years I only blamed him for not sending letters home, but I didn't know how much he suffered outside. He was injured and stupid, and I don't know how much he was bullied. If it weren't for his two comrades-in-arms, I'm afraid I would never see him again!" Song Amuo's heart ached when she thought of her own flesh and blood suffering outside.

Song Qin supported Song A-mo and massaged his chest: "Don't be sad, little daddy. The child's uncle is back. Since he is back, Chunlin will definitely be able to cure him. You can put your mind at ease and think about where to let them live."

After Song Qin said this, Song Ammo wiped her tears, cheered up, and went to clean up the house for the three people who were about to come back. Song Dahao's room had been reserved early in the morning. These days, Song Ammo would go to that room when she had nothing to do, wiping here and sweeping there. The originally clean house was cleaned by her even without a speck of dust. Song Dahao could just move in when he came back. As for Lu Ming and Fu Nian, Song Ammo wanted to prepare two rooms for them, but was stopped by Song Chunlin.

"Just give them one room. They are used to sleeping in one bed."

Although Song A-mo felt that it sounded strange to get used to sleeping in one bed, she still diligently made the beds in the two guest rooms, just to be prepared.

Grandpa Song seemed very excited to hear that his two sons would be back in the evening. The two little guys kept chattering around Song Chunlin, asking him to tell them about what he had seen and heard along the way.

Song Chunlin was so harassed that he had no choice but to take out two huge lollies from the space and stuff them into their hands.

"Come, have some candy, and I'll tell you after you're done."

"Wow, what a big candy!"

"Candy!" Song Xiaobao spoke indistinctly, but that didn't stop him from chewing on a piece of candy that was bigger than his face.

Song Xiaojiu pulled his brother who had got a new toy to sit under the porch, and buried his little face in the candy and licked it madly. When Song Qinshi saw this scene, her heart almost stopped beating.

"Song Chunlin!" Song Qin roared and confiscated the candies from Song Xiaojiu and Song Xiaobao, then angrily dragged Song Chunlin, the culprit, back. The three of them stood in a row and were scolded.

As soon as Song Chunsheng entered the house, he saw his second brother, who had been away for several days, standing under the porch with his two youngest brothers, reflecting on their mistakes.

Song Chunsheng: “…”

The three of them stood there until dark. Amao Song had prepared the food and cleaned the house. The family sat in the main room, looking forward to it.

Song Dazhuang and his friends came back faster than expected. Grandpa Song and his friends didn't have to wait long before they heard the sound of car wheels at the door. Grandpa Song was startled and pulled Amao Song, who had stood up with him, to the door.

The two men opened the door and looked towards the official road, only to see their own carriage slowly approaching them. A lantern was hung on the carriage, enough to illuminate the two figures sitting outside.

The man waving the whip and driving the cart was naturally Song Dazhuang, and the man sitting beside him, motionless like a sculpture, was Song Dahao, whom I hadn't seen for many years.

Song Dazhuang parked the carriage at the door of his house. Grandpa Song and Grandma Song walked past him and came to the slow-reacting Song Dahao.

Aunt Song carefully reached out and touched her youngest son: "Dahe, I'm your little daddy, do you still remember me?"

Song Dahao's eyes were dull, and he looked at Song Amo with extremely slow eyes, but there was no emotion in his eyes, and he did not see the joy of his relatives.

When Song Amao saw that her beloved son had become like this, she burst into tears. She held her youngest son's hand and tears fell down her face.

Song Daha looked at the old man in front of him who was crying continuously, and his appearance when he was young slowly emerged in his mind. At that time, Song A'mo also held his hand like this, crying and asking him not to join the army. How did he answer Song A'mo at that time?

Song Daha tried hard to recall, but finally found that he could not remember. He could not remember at all what he had said to Song Amo. He opened his mouth, but the sound that came out was like a thin film covering his ears, which could not penetrate or get in. The sound was so hazy that even he could not hear clearly what was said.

Grandpa Song's eyes were red. He gently hugged Grandma Song's shoulders and comforted him silently.

Song Daha turned his head and seemed to realize that there were two people standing in front of him.

Grandpa Song saw that he opened his mouth but no sound came out. However, from the shape of his mouth, he could tell that he called out "Dad".

The silent words "Dad" made Grandpa Song burst into tears. Soon he and his wife burst into tears, holding their heads together.

Song Dahao, who was hugged by the two of them, opened his eyes wide like a frightened little animal, and the expression on his face changed from nervousness, to confusion, and then to helplessness.

Song Dazhuang couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he went up to separate the three people, and then pulled his brother out of the car. Then he lifted the curtain and said to the inside: "We're home, get off."

In the carriage, Fu Nian nervously pinched Lu Ming's shoulders and asked him to carry him down.

Grandpa Song and Aunt Song realized that there were outsiders present, and they quickly wiped the tears from their faces and forced a smile towards Lu Ming and Fu Nian.

Fu Nian's voice trembled a little: "Hello, uncles. I am Fu Nian, and this is Lu Ming. Like Da He, we were both soldiers under the command of the Grand Marshal."

"Ah, nice to meet you. Come on, you must be exhausted after traveling such a long way. Come in and warm up."

After a brief greeting, the group went into the house together. Song Dazhuang went around to the back door and unloaded the carriage. Song Chunlin came over to help move things. He had a space on his body, which was perfect for moving things.

The table in the main hall was soon filled with dishes. Fu Nian and Lu Ming sat awkwardly in the armchairs. Facing the table full of delicacies, they didn't know where to start.

Especially since there were two younger children sitting next to them, the inferiority complex in their hearts was almost bursting out.

Lu Ming at least had all his limbs intact, but Fu Nian had lost both legs below the knees. He couldn't look directly into the children's innocent eyes, and he prayed that they would not ask questions that would embarrass them.

Fortunately, no one mentioned their physical disabilities at the dinner table, which made them feel relieved. The two children were also very well behaved, and they surrounded their second uncle who had just returned and looked at him.

Grandpa Song and Auntie Song were extremely enthusiastic towards the two, and repeatedly praised them for their noble character and perseverance.

"I've heard Chunlin say that it's all thanks to you for taking care of Dahe over the years. If you hadn't stayed with us, our family wouldn't have had this chance to reunite. I want to thank you. Come, I'll drink this cup of tea instead of wine!"

"Old man, you really embarrassed us. We just did our best. It's not worth mentioning."

Grandpa Song didn't think so: "Da He was injured so badly. If you hadn't been looking for doctors to treat him, he would have died a long time ago due to the worsening of his condition. This is more than just a small help, this is a life-saving grace."

Song A-mo also spoke up: "Yes, you two don't have to feel embarrassed. You saved Dahe, which is a great favor. You have worked hard over the years, good children. I heard that your family is gone. From now on, you can live here. We are your family."

When lying on the soft and comfortable bed at night, Fu Nian still felt a little unbelievable. More than half a month ago, they were still trapped in that cold and dim little shabby house. More than half a month later, they were lying in a spacious and bright big house. This room even had a "toilet" that they had never used. As long as they pressed a button, water would flow out and wash away the filth. It was extremely convenient.

Fu Nian couldn't sleep. In the past, he couldn't sleep mostly because of the pain in his feet, but now he couldn't sleep because he couldn't bear to. He was afraid that when he opened his eyes again, everything would turn into nothing and disappear.

"What are you thinking about?" Lu Ming beside him couldn't help but ask him.

Fu Nian turned sideways and gently leaned his head on Lu Ming's shoulder: "Brother Lu, I just feel that this is a little unreal and scary."

Lu Ming turned around and pulled the man into his arms. He gently patted his back with his big hands and murmured, "Whether it's true or not, go to sleep first. You're so sleepy that you're yawning."

Fu Nian still wanted to struggle, but Lu Ming's patting was regular and gentle, and he was soon coaxed to sleep by Lu Ming.

Song Daha couldn't sleep in his room by himself today because his mind was not clear enough. Before, he was tied up by Lu Ming when he slept at night. Song Daha couldn't untie the rope by himself at that time, so he couldn't run around when he was tied up.

Although he is better now, he still has attacks occasionally and gets stuck in a certain mood and can't get out of it. The main symptom is daze.

When Song Dahao was in a daze, he was completely unable to sense the outside world, so he needed someone to keep an eye on him to prevent him from falling down if he maintained the same posture for too long.

Song Dazhuang spent the most time with him during this period, and Song Dahao was more willing to be close to this older brother, so the two brothers slept together at night. Before going to bed, Song Dazhuang even fed his younger brother a glass of spiritual spring water.

After drinking the spiritual spring water, Song Dahao seemed to be more sober, but soon began to be dazed again. Song Dazhuang reluctantly pulled him to sit on the bed, wiped his face, washed his feet, changed him into clean and comfortable pajamas, and then stuffed him into the quilt.

Perhaps it was the first time he slept on such a soft mattress. Song Dahao opened his eyes blankly and looked straight at Song Dazhuang, as if he wanted to say something to him. But Song Dazhuang waited for a long time and didn't hear a word from him.