After dinner, Xu Jiamu went to wash the dishes. When he came out of the kitchen, he saw Song Xiangsi laying out a blanket on the sofa.
When Song Xiangsi heard his footsteps, she turned her head and glanced at him. She casually threw the pillow on the sofa, stood up, and walked over to the bedroom she grew up in. She pushed open the door and said to Xu Jiamu, "You can sleep in this room, I just changed the bedsheets for you."
Xu Jiamu didn't move from his spot. He first stared at Song Xiangsi's open bedroom door, then looked at the blanket on the sofa. In an instant, he understood what she meant, and without thinking, he said, "I'll sleep on the sofa."
"You've been driving all day, you must be tired..."
Just as Song Xiangsi was about to argue, she saw Xu Jiamu stride over to the sofa and lie down.
Song Xiangsi stared at Xu Jiamu in silence for a while, then said, "Thank you."
Xu Jiamu nodded. "You're welcome."
Song Xiangsi stood at the bedroom door for a long while, then said "Goodnight", before entering the room and gently closing the door.
The next day, when Song Xiangsi and Father Song woke up, Xu Jiamu had already prepared breakfast.
Perhaps it was because Father Song had rested well last night, but today he was especially energetic. After breakfast, he suggested to visit Mother Song at the cemetery.
Before they left, Father Song specially asked Song Xiangsi to find the Chinese tunic suit that Mother Song had personally made for him many years ago.
Mother Song's grave was buried in the Song family's ancestral farmland, so the car could only be driven to the side of the road.
Even though Father Song was energetic, he couldn't walk more than a few steps. In the end, Xu Jiamu had to carry him.
Summer in the south was much hotter than in Beijing. It was currently noon, and the scorching sun made one dizzy. Xu Jiamu carried Father Song for two hundred meters, but his shirt was already drenched. His well-cut hair was drenched in sweat, and strands of sweat had formed on his head.
Song Xiangsi, who was standing to one side, gripped the parasol in her hands tightly as she watched the scene unfold.
After Father Song's illness worsened, the Song family's fields were abandoned. Weeds grew again, almost covering Mother Song's grave.
Father Song climbed down from Xu Jiamu's back, holding onto Song Xiangsi's hand as they walked over to the grave. With much effort, he bent down, wanting to pull out the weeds, but even after using a lot of strength, he couldn't pull it out.
Xu Jiamu strode over, and instructed Song Xiangsi to take care of Father Song. Without a word, he bent down and pulled out the grass.
The grass had already grown extremely tall, and the roots were so deep that it was extremely strenuous to pull them out. Xu Jiamu's body was drenched in sweat, and in the end, Song Xiangsi couldn't stand it anymore. She tugged on his arm to let him rest for a while, and handed him the water bottle she had brought.
Xu Jiamu drank half the bottle in one go. He stood under the shade of the tree, and sat with Father Song for a while. Then, he got up and walked over to Mother Song's grave. After about an hour, he finally cleared out the weeds.
Father Song struggled to get up, and with Song Xiangsi's support, he walked over to Mother Song's grave. He reached his hand out, and touched the gravestone. Then, he signaled for Xu Jiamu and Song Xiangsi to leave, leaving him alone to talk to his wife, who had passed away many years ago.
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