At seven o'clock in the morning, it was time to go out. Song Xiang followed Rong Boye into the village. He met many people along the way, and when he saw Rong Boye, they all took the initiative to speak.
Judging from the situation, Rong Boye should come a lot, and the villagers completely regard him as one of their own.
The village chief even came to pick them up personally and led them to Zhou's house.
"If you don't come again, I'll have to clean it too."
Rong Boye nodded, obviously very grateful, and took some money himself. The village chief was embarrassed to accept it.
"With the aid given to Mr. Qi Rong over the years, most of the young people in the village have come forward."
Song Xiang stood on the side and watched, gaining a deeper understanding of Rong Boye.
Such a cold person could actually talk to an old man from the country for a long time without feeling impatient at all.
Just as he was thinking about it, the door lock opened and Rong Boye pushed the door open and entered.
The yard is not big, and the house is an ordinary three-room bungalow in the countryside. The outside is covered with ceramic tiles, and the doors and windows are still the dark blue glass that was popular in the early years. It is not shabby. The yard is also very clean and full of flowers and plants.
Rong Boye entered the door, and Rong Zhe followed behind. He took the rag beside the flower pot and wiped the door handle, obviously very skillful.
"We will go to the fields at ten o'clock. You can go to your mother's room to rest."
Song Xiang shook his head, "No need, I'll clean it with you."
Rong Boye pursed his lips and nodded, "Okay."
No one came into the main house, so the father and daughter cleaned the bedroom.
At nearly half past nine, Rong Zhe came in and reminded him, and Rong Boye stopped.
Song Xiang grew up and had never visited the graves of his elders, let alone his biological mother, so he felt complicated and heavy.
After Rong Boye went out, she subconsciously held her father's hand and spoke softly.
"Dad, is grandma's surname Zhou?"
"Um."
"Then grandpa...?"
Rong Boye paused, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, as if he didn't want to say anything.
"The ungrateful villain."
Song Xiang was dumbfounded. Recalling Nan Zhengfan's information, his wife seemed to be a son of a high-ranking cadre, but Nan Zhengfan himself had risen to the top step by step from the grassroots.
"Abandon the bad chaff, marry another high-ranking man, regret it endlessly, and get entangled with the old love. Isn't that right?" She guessed.
Rong Boye glanced sideways at her, then looked away.
Rong Zhe followed behind and said coolly, "The young lady is as smart as the madam."
Song Xiang reached out and touched his nose, thinking that there was nothing new in this plot.
The only pity is that the poor man died early and the unfaithful man also did not end well.
The cemetery is far away, but flowers are planted all the way, and the fragrance is overflowing.
Finally seeing one or two tombs, Song Xiang couldn't help but lean closer to Rong Boye.
When Song Xiang saw this scene for the first time, he couldn't help but feel a little frightened. He kept avoiding his sight and covering it with his hair.
It wasn't until Rong Boye stopped and she felt her hand being held and shaken that she raised her head.
In front of us are two tombs, one high and one low, all built with cement.
The tombstone is different from the cemeteries in the city. There is no photo on the tombstone, only two lines of words.
The tomb of Zhou Mennv Qing was erected by her husband Rong Boye.
The one next to it is similar and should belong to Nan Qing's mother.
"Talk to your mother." Rong Boye patted Song Xiang's back.
Song Xiang responded and stared at the tombstone for a long time before remembering that he should kneel down.
When my knees touched the cold stone slab, the tip of my nose couldn't help but feel sore. I opened my mouth to call my mother, but my voice was stuck in my throat, and tears fell first.
Next to him, Rong Boye spoke in a low voice, recounting his recent remarks in a calm tone.