After dinner, Xu Jiamu went to wash the dishes. When he came out of the kitchen, he happened to see Song Xiangsi laying bedding on the sofa.

When Song Xiangsi heard the footsteps, she turned her head, looked at him, then threw the pillow on the sofa casually, stood up and walked towards the bedroom where she lived since she was a child, pushed open the door, and said to Xu Jiamu: "You sleep in this room, I just changed the sheets and quilt covers for you."

Xu Jiamu stood there without moving. He first stared at Song Xiangsi's open bedroom door and looked inside, then looked at the quilt on the sofa. He instantly understood what Song Xiangsi meant. Without thinking, he spoke directly and said, "I'm sleeping on the sofa."

"You have been driving for a day today and must be very tired..."

As soon as Song Xiangsi argued, she saw Xu Jiamu strode to the sofa and lie down.

Song Xiangsi stared at Xu Jiamu and was silent for a while, then said, "Thank you."

Xu Jiamu nodded: "You're welcome."

Song Xiangsi stood at the bedroom door for a while, left a saying "Good night", then entered the bedroom, and closed the door gently.

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The next day, Song Xiangsi and Song's father woke up, and Xu Jiamu had already prepared breakfast.

I don’t know if Song’s father had a good rest last night. He was in a very good state of mind that day. After breakfast, he suggested going to the cemetery to see Song’s mother.

Before leaving, Song's father asked Song Xiangsi to find out the Zhongshan outfit that Song's mother made for herself many years ago.

Song’s mother’s cemetery was buried in the farmlands of the Song family’s ancestors. The car could only drive to the side of the road, and then I had to walk.

Although Song's father was very energetic, he couldn't walk a few steps, so Xu Jiamu finally carried him on his back.

The summer in the south is much hotter than in Beijing. It was noon, and it was so hot that it made people dizzy. Xu Jiamu carried his father on his back for only two hundred meters. His shirt was already soaked, and his capable and stylish hair was soaked in strands by sweat.

Song Xiangsi, who was following aside, looked at this scene and tightened the parasol in her hand.

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After Song's father was seriously ill, the Song family's fields were abandoned and weeds were reborn, almost flooding Song's mother's grave.

Song's father came down from Xu Jiamu's back, supported Song Xiangsi's hand, and walked to the grave. He bent down with difficulty, trying to pull out the weeds on it, but he grabbed one of them and tried a lot of effort, but he didn't pull it out.

Xu Jiamu walked over and told Song Xiangsi to take care of Song's father. Then he bent down without saying a word and pulled up the grass.

The grass had grown very tall, with deep roots and it was very difficult to pull it up. Xu Jiamu's body sweated all over the body. In the end, Song Xiangsi couldn't bear to see it. She couldn't help but step forward and pulled Xu Jiamu's arm, let him rest for a while, and handed over the water bottle he brought.

Xu Jiamu drank half of the bottle in one breath, stood under the shade of the tree, sat with Song's father for a while, then got up and walked towards Song's mother's grave. It took about an hour to clean up the weeds on Song's grave.

Song's father stood up with great difficulty, and with the help of Song Xiangsi, he walked to Song's mother's grave, stretched out his hand, touched Song's mother's tombstone, and then signaled Xu Jiamu and Song Xiangsi to leave, leaving him alone, and said something to his wife who had been gone for a long time.
Chapter completed!